#leah williamson x reader

[hrtwayne]

London Girl || Leah Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a serious disagreement with Lyon’s coach, you felt like you needed a fresh start—and what better place than an English club? What you didn’t expect, however, was for Leah to be so kind and affectionate toward you.

Note: English is not my first language!

Warning: Leah being a total sweetheart and the reader falling for her through the little things.

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Today was one of those days where you’d sit on your apartment balcony, sipping coffee as you watched the sun begin to rise over the horizon. You’d see cars passing by, people rushing down the streets to start another workday. You’d hear children grumbling about hating waking up early for school, and your neighbor complaining about a persistent leak in her bathroom and how much she hated that place. 

You’d tidy up your apartment while Johan stretched out on the couch, paws extended, letting out a soft purr. Your routine was built on monotony—unchanging routes, different faces, endless complaints, and the occasional arguments at the training center. It was no secret that you and the team’s coach didn’t get along. In fact, the two of you seemed to hate each other. 

That morning, he had made it clear you’d be benched for the rest of the season. Right in the middle of the season where you were competing for your second Golden Boot. Now, you’d lost your captain’s armband and your damn starting position. Staying in France was no longer an option. At that moment, maybe Spain, London, or even South American football were becoming real possibilities. 

Barcelona, Arsenal, Real Madrid, Paris Saint-Germain, even Chelsea. There were plenty of ways to escape the hell Lyon had become. There was the fact that you’d practically been born and raised at Lyon, but the discomfort in that place was starting to outweigh your passion for wearing that jersey. 

So when a decently big offer came in, you didn’t hesitate. There was no doubt about your choice—and all thanks to one damn interview with Arsenal’s coach and that defender you knew from a not-so-friendly tackle. The praise, the comments about how Arsenal needed a player like you—it was enough. A new path, maybe a new challenge. 

A necessary fresh start. 

————— ————— ————— ————— ————

London had a damp, gray soul. To outsiders, it seemed eternally wrapped in a cloak of low-hanging clouds, where the sun was nothing more than a rare, shy visitor. It was as if the city’s sky carried the weight of centuries of history, wars, and forgotten poems tucked away in the wet corners of its narrow streets. 

The London weather was undoubtedly one of the biggest challenges for anyone daring to call it home. The constant drizzle—that fine rain that didn’t soak you immediately but seeped slowly into your clothes and skin—was practically the city’s signature. There was no rush, no downpour. It was as if London preferred to rain in silence, drop by drop, a melody so faint only the attentive could hear it. 

For those coming from places like Latin America or Southern Europe, the first days in London were almost always marked by unease. The biting wind that seemed to slice through even the thickest coats, the ever-overcast sky—it all created a sense of loneliness, even in the middle of bustling crowds. 

And yet, you found yourself strangely comforted by that melancholy. In the narrow cobblestone streets, in the corner cafés with fogged-up windows, in the terraced houses with smoking chimneys—with the heavy accents that sometimes made conversations impossible, caught between the kindness of some and the rudeness of others—everything about this city held you in its grasp in so many ways. 

London seemed to whisper: "You can feel sad, but you’ll never be alone."

Your first days felt endless, almost suffocating. But your first impression was far from bad. In fact, you were starting to understand why so many players had chosen this place. London was magical. Everything seemed to fall into place in an almost eerie way—the weather, the places, the people. It all felt calculated to pull you in within hours. 

The Arsenal training ground was dimly lit by the weak sunlight. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh grass and the slightly damp air. It was your first day as an Arsenal player, and though you were used to change, something about this new chapter made you nervous. 

You wore the Arsenal kit for the first time, the red and white still unfamiliar on your skin after so many years in Lyon’s colors. Despite the excitement, a knot of anxiety sat in your stomach. This wasn’t just a new team—it was a new country, a new language, and, most importantly, new teammates. 

In the locker room, some players were already getting ready for training. A few smiled timidly at you, others nodded, but there were no long conversations. You weren’t shy, but you knew it would take time to build bonds. You focused on tying your laces, avoiding prolonged eye contact. 

"Y/N, right?" A soft but firm voice caught your attention. 

Looking up, you saw Kim Little, the Scottish midfielder, extending her hand. 

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, Kim," you replied, shaking her hand with a friendly smile. 

"Welcome to the team. If you need anything, just let me know, okay?" 

You nodded in thanks, but before you could say more, the coach walked in and announced the tactical drill pairings. When you heard your name called alongside Leah Williamson’s, your heart skipped a beat. 

Leah. The captain of the English national team. The same player you’d had a heated argument with during an international match after a rough tackle that nearly took you out of the game. You didn’t hold a grudge—that was just football—but you weren’t sure if Leah felt the same. 

When your eyes met, Leah didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either. She just gave a brief nod and walked over. 

"Ready to work?" Leah asked, her tone neutral but not hostile. 

"Always," you replied, keeping it professional. 

Training began, and little by little, you realized Leah was a natural leader. She gave clear instructions, corrected positioning, and—to your surprise—didn’t hesitate to praise a precise pass you made during drills. 

"Good ball, Frenchie," Leah said casually. 

"Thanks," you replied, surprised. 

It was a start. 

————— ————— ————— ————— ———— 

The following days were about adjustment. You began adapting to the training style, the tactics, and—most importantly—the personalities of your new teammates. Some were more outgoing, like Beth, who never hesitated to strike up a conversation. Others were energetic, like Kyra and Alessia. And then there were those like Leah—reserved but present when needed. 

What you didn’t expect was the way Leah, little by little, started getting closer. 

First, it was the water bottles handed to you without you asking. Then, the small pats on the back after a good play. And then, the smiles—subtle, almost imperceptible—that Leah seemed to reserve just for you. 

You, however, didn’t think much of it. After all, Leah was one of the team’s captains. It was normal for her to look after the players, right? 

Until one day, after an exhausting training session, you were sitting alone on the pitch, catching your breath. Leah walked over and, without a word, sat beside you, offering a cold water bottle. 

"You played well today," Leah commented, staring ahead as if talking to the horizon. 

"Thanks, Lee. Still trying to adjust to your style," you replied, turning to face her. 

Leah finally looked at you, and you noticed something different in her eyes. There was an intensity there, something you couldn’t name. 

"You’ll fit in perfectly," Leah said softly. 

You felt warmth rise to your cheeks but blamed it on exhaustion. 

"Hope so."

Leah smiled—a real smile—before standing and offering a hand to pull you up. 

"Come on, the team’s heading to the locker room." 

You took her hand, not noticing how Leah held onto your fingers a second longer than necessary. 

And just like that, without hurry, without grand declarations, something between you began to shift. 

————— ————— ————— ————— ————

The locker room was nearly empty, the distant sound of voices and echoing footsteps in the hallway the only things breaking the heavy silence. Leah was sitting on the bench, elbows on her knees, hands clasped under her chin. Her gaze was fixed on the floor, but her mind was still on the game—on those rough tackles, the挑衅 stares from opponents, the way they seemed to target you specifically. 

Leah couldn’t stand it. 

Your touch on her shoulder was gentle, almost startling. Leah hadn’t noticed you approaching. 

"Hey, Lee."

Your voice was low but firm, as if you already knew the storm of emotions raging inside her. 

Leah looked up, meeting your calm gaze—one that had somehow already become so important to her. 

"You know you can’t control everything, yeah? She didn’t hurt me, okay? I just need an ice pack." 

Leah rolled her eyes, making a face that almost made you smile. 

"I should’ve done the same to her."

You didn’t answer, just started massaging Leah’s temples, your fingers firm but gentle. Leah closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the tension begin to fade. 

"I kinda need my captain at a hundred percent for the Lyon match next week." 

Leah muttered something unintelligible, making you laugh. 

"Lee, those girls were just trying to get under your skin. Relax. We’ve got a big game coming up, and the team needs you focused." 

Leah sighed, defeated. You were always right. 

"Fine, you’re right. 

"Hmm, you really are hot-headed," you teased, kissing Leah’s forehead before pulling her up. "Come on, Lessi and Kyra are already complaining about you taking so long. They decided we’re treating them to dinner tonight." 

Leah felt the warmth of your body so close, the faint scent of your perfume mixed with soap. It was comforting. Without thinking, her hands found your waist, pulling you gently closer. 

You didn’t pull away. Instead, your fingers slid from Leah’s shoulder to her cheek, holding her with a tenderness that made her heart race. 

Leah blinked a few times, as if trying to convince herself of something. And then, before fear could win, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a hesitant kiss. 

It was soft, almost testing—a silent invitation for you to back away if you wanted. 

But you didn’t. 

Instead, your lips responded with a hunger that stole Leah’s breath. Your hands cupped her face, pulling her closer, as if nothing else mattered in that moment. 

"Fucking finally!"

Kyra and Alessia’s loud voices echoed through the locker room, making you two break apart. 

Leah laughed, hiding her face in your neck as their giggles and teasing filled the air. 

You shook your head while Leah squeezed your hand, as if saying: "Doesn’t matter. They already knew anyway." 

And in that moment, with her heart still racing and lips still tingling, Leah realized that this—that you—were something worth fighting for. 

Even if the whole world was watching.

[holyblonded]

wartime | chasing sunshine

pairings: leah williamson x teen!reader, lionesses x teen!reader

summary: you and leah get into during camp leading to war

warnings: possible injuries

notes: this fic was in my drafts for so long, i forgot to post before nationals (got the dub btw) also this was inspired by the show baby daddy 😭

You had known Leah Williamson since you were nine years old. Back then, you were still the scrawny new kid at the Arsenal academy, tiny and wiry with oversized boots and a chip on your shoulder the size of London itself. You were a little loud, a little quiet, a little angry at the world—but even at that age, Leah saw something in you. Something sharp and fast and completely magnetic with a ball at your feet.

She took you under her wing almost immediately. Not in the showy, mentor-y way, but the quiet kind. She checked in on you between drills. Showed you how to hold your line tighter, how to time your tackles cleaner. Brought you extra protein bars when she noticed you skipped lunch too many times. Then, somewhere between weekend babysitting shifts and emergency school pickups, Leah went from being your big sister figure to your pseudo-mum, especially when your actual parents didn’t bother showing up.

So, naturally, you didn’t argue often—but when you did, it was apocalyptic. There had been yelling. Doors slamming. One time you drank the last of her favorite Earl Grey and didn’t say a word until after she came back from the shop with hopes of a perfect cup. Another time, you’d gotten into a fight at school and Leah had to come collect you early, again. By the time she got you home, her voice was gone from yelling and your pride was bruised from her disappointment.

Out of survival—and honestly, boredom—you created a system to keep the peace. A way to settle things.

The Williamson War.

It started out simple. Just you, Leah, and the rest of the Williamson clan. Jacob. David. Amanda acting as the designated referee. Challenges ranged from backyard obstacle courses to penalty shootouts to who could make the better beans on toast. But over time, the system caught on. Somehow, the Lionesses adopted it too, like it was part of the unspoken team constitution. If there was drama, or indecision, or just plain stubbornness between teammates—Williamson War it was.

So when you stormed into the St. George’s Park lounge after a light training session and heard raised voices—your voice and Leah’s—the team collectively groaned.

“Sunny,” Leah huffed, hands on her hips, “what aren’t you understanding about the situation?”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “That you think you get to control my life because you taught me how to do a proper throw-in when I was ten.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m not five, Leah. I can make my own decisions.”

“I’m your captain.”

“You’re not my captain when it’s about my life!”

“Oh, for the love of—don’t you dare—”

But it was already too late. You plucked your cochlear implants off and held them up in the air like a victory trophy. “Can’t hear you, sorry!” you said cheerfully before dropping them into her outstretched, infuriated hand.

Leah narrowed her eyes and started signing, her hands sharp and aggressive.

“Put them back in. Now.”

You grinned and signed back, “Bite me.” Then promptly closed your eyes and leaned back into the couch like a gremlin entering a power nap.

“Unbelievable!” Leah shouted as Keira and Georgia appeared out of nowhere to drag her away like riot control. Meanwhile, Alessia and Grace rushed to you, snatched your implants from Leah’s hands, and re-attached them to your ears.

“Right,” Alessia said, sighing as your implants clicked on and the world returned to full volume. “What’s going on?”

“Leah thinks she can captain my life,” you spat, gesturing violently in Leah’s direction. She was across the room, fuming in a fleece pullover, arms folded with that stiff jaw clench you recognized from when she was really, really trying not to explode.

“Oh, do not!” she yelled back.

“Do so!”

“Okay, enough,” Alessia said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Let’s all take a deep breath.”

“I’ll breathe when she breathes,” you said flatly, still glaring at Leah like she’d set your boots on fire.

Leah’s eyes blazed. “You know what?” she said, standing up tall, cracking her neck once. “Fine.”

She raised one hand high. “One, two—”

“Leah, be careful now,” Lucy said from her beanbag throne in the corner, eyes wide.

“Three, four—”

“Leah, it doesn’t have to come to this!” Keira begged, half-laughing, half-exhausted.

“I declare a Williamson War!”

Beth Mead gasped so loudly it echoed off the lounge walls. Georgia threw a hand over her mouth like she was witnessing treason.

Alessia and Grace looked at each other, wide-eyed, clearly wondering what they had just signed up for.

You stood up so fast your water bottle fell over.

“Five, six, seven, eight—winner decides the loser’s fate!” you yelled, pointing directly at Leah like you were in the middle of a WWE promo.

A chorus of groans echoed around the room.

Niamh turned to Millie with a confused squint. “What… is happening?”

Millie, who had clearly seen it all before, sighed like she’d just aged ten years. “It’s a Williamson War. Leah and Sunny invented it when Sunny was still at the academy. It’s how they settle literally everything.”

“How serious does it get?”

Millie deadpanned, “Last time they did this, Leah broke Sunny’s wrist in an overzealous three-legged race. 2021. Never forget.”

“Oh my god.”

Grace looked nervously between you and Leah, who were both now stretching like you were about to play in a final. “Have either of you ever considered, I don’t know, talking it out like emotionally stable adults?” she asked hopefully.

You and Leah answered in perfect harmony:

“Too late for that.”

“This is war.”

The field was set. Bibs had been thrown on. Cones had been dramatically slammed into the grass. A whiteboard stood nearby, scrawled with WILLIAMSON WAR SCOREBOARD in messy pink Expo marker handwriting (courtesy of Ella).

Sarina— who agreed to ref the “team bonding”— stood at midfield in full tracksuit, arms crossed, her face unreadable. Like this was a World Cup Final. Not a civil war between the Lionesses.

“Challenge One,” Sarina announced. “Crossbar Chaos. Spin twenty-eight times, then hit the crossbar sixteen times.”

Grace turned to you, wide-eyed. “Wait, we have to hit the crossbar sixteen times?”

“That’s Sunny’s age!” Alessia said brightly.

“Yeah but I’m not built like her!” Grace hissed.

“None of us are,” muttered Aggie, cracking her knuckles.

Across the way, Beth Mead was bouncing on her toes, already holding a ball, already chewing invisible gum, already way too amped for what should’ve been a joke.

Leah smirked from the sideline, arms folded. “We got this. Beth was born for chaos. She thrives in nonsense.”

You snorted from the other side. “Perfect. This game’s made for us.”

Round One: Aggie (Team Sunny) vs. Beth (Team Leah)

Beth and Aggie stepped to the line like it was a duel at high noon. Ella had a paper towel roll she was pretending was a mic.

“Ladies and gents!” she announced in her best ring announcer voice. “In the red corner, we have the Pride of Whitby, the Destroyer of Defenses, Queen of the Rebound—Beth Mad Mead!”

Beth winked at the imaginary crowd and blew kisses.

“And in the blue corner, Team Chaos’s silent killer, the low-key powerhouse, the human missile—Aggie Grim Reaper Jones!”

Aggie gave an unimpressed shrug and mumbled, “Let’s just get this over with.”

“You’ll spin twenty-eight times,” Sarina declared. “Then you may proceed to the shooting zone. Crossbar hits only count if the ball bounces back in bounds. No wild rebounding into Scotland.”

“Scotland doesn’t want your balls anyway!” Ella heckled.

“On your marks,” Sarina said.

Beth dropped into a squatting stance like a gremlin about to do a backflip.

“Get set.”

Aggie muttered, “My breakfast is going to come back to haunt me.”

“GO!”

Both girls began spinning. The count was on. Ella and Alessia were chanting the numbers like a cult. You and Leah stood behind their teammates, yelling advice that no one was hearing.

“SPIN FASTER, AGGIE!” You shouted, cupping your hands like a coach on the sideline.

“MORE COMMITMENT, MEADY!” Leah yelled. “YOU SPIN LIKE A WEAK FAN!”

At spin number 12, Beth wobbled sideways and screamed, “THE EARTH IS MELTING!”

Aggie tripped over her own foot and collapsed to one knee before popping back up with pure rage. “I’M FINE!”

“Keep going! 18! 19!” Alessia yelled, giggling uncontrollably.

By spin 25, both were a mess. Beth’s hair was flying. Aggie’s arms were flailing like she was swimming midair.

“TWENTY-EIGHT!” screamed Ella, practically frothing at the mouth.

Beth stumbled to the shooting zone like a drunk baby deer and whiffed her first attempt so hard it rolled backwards. “I HATE PHYSICS!”

Aggie’s first shot actually hit the crossbar—but ricocheted directly into Georgia’s shin on the sideline.

“OW! WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!” Georgia yelped.

“GET IN BETH!” Lucy screamed. “THINK OF THE NORTHERN PRIDE!”

Beth attempted to stabilize, took a deep breath, then launched her second attempt… and hit the post.

“WRONG BAR!” You called out gleefully. “OPEN YOUR EYES, MEAD!”

Aggie scored again. Clink. One down. Fifteen to go.

Leah was now squatting like a football dad, muttering under her breath. “C’mon, Beth. Lock in. Visualize. Channel the Beth who scored against Chelsea. Channel the Beth who stole my last yogurt and lived.”

Beth finally hit one. Clink. She screamed like she’d just scored a penalty in the Euros.

Ella counted out loud, way too fast. “THAT’S TWO! OR SEVEN! I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!”

Aggie was at four. Then five. Then fell to the ground, dramatically holding her temple. “I’m gonna vom.”

You leaned over her. “No, you’re gonna win. Vom after.”

Beth hit her third bar and went full sprint into a celebratory dance that wasted precious time. Leah tackled her back into place. “Keep. Going.”

Alessia looked like she was crying from laughter. Grace was on the ground.

“FIFTEEN!” Ella roared at the top of her lungs.

Aggie scored the sixteenth bar. Sarina blew the whistle.

Team Sunny exploded. Ella tackled Aggie to the ground. You leapt into the air, nearly pulled a hamstring, and started yelling “GET DUNKED ON” at Leah.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Leah bellowed. “MEADY, I BELIEVED IN YOU.”

Beth flopped to the grass like she’d been assassinated. “My legs are noodles.”

Georgia sighed, still holding her shin. “This war is already a disaster.”

Sarina adjusted her stopwatch. “Team Sunny: 1. Team Leah: 0.”

Leah glared at you across the grass. “You got lucky.”

You gave her a two-finger salute. “I am lucky. I’m lucky you’re washed.”

Beth lifted her head from the grass. “Wow.”

You looked at her. “Love you, Beth.”

Beth muttered, “Rot.”

There was a certain energy to a nugget toss.

Maybe it was the smell—crispy, greasy, fresh out the team kitchen’s air fryer. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of elite professional athletes standing ten feet apart with chicken nuggets in hand, trying to yeet them into each other’s mouths. Maybe it was the fact that you were taking it way too seriously.

Either way, the sideline was packed. Ella was filming like it was her full-time job. Alessia and Aggie were doing warm-ups with ketchup packets. Beth was shouting unsolicited tips from behind a cone, as if she was the Gordon Ramsay of projectile poultry.

You were bouncing slightly on your toes, eyes sharp, laser-focused. Grace stood across from you, giggling like a kid at a fair.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked, holding a nugget like it was radioactive.

“We’re winning this,” you replied, cracking your neck. “Open wide.”

Across the pitch, Leah already looked stressed.

“Lucy, please, I’m begging you,” she muttered, watching as Lucy popped another nugget into her mouth before the game even started.

“I’m hungry!” Lucy defended through a mouthful of food. “They’re warm! I’m not wasting good nuggets on throwing!”

“You’re supposed to throw them!”

Lucy shrugged. “That’s not who I am as a person.”

Sarina stepped between the teams with her clipboard and whistle. She looked like she was reconsidering every choice that led her to this moment.

“Okay,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Rules. Each team has one tosser and one catcher. You get one point per successful mouth catch. Thirty seconds. No stepping over the cone. No spitting nuggets at the referee.”

Everyone looked at Georgia.

Georgia held up her hands. “That happened once.”

“Teams ready?”

“Born ready!” you shouted.

Leah glared at you. “You’re gonna choke on a nugget and I’m not helping you.”

“Bold of you to assume you’re invited to my funeral.”

“BEGIN!”

You launched your first nugget with surgical precision. Grace, bless her sweet soul, actually caught it with a startled yelp.

“ONE POINT!” Sarina called out, looking shocked.

Across the way, Lucy hurled a nugget so wildly it hit the side of Leah’s head.

“LUCY!”

“Oops.”

You threw your second. Grace fumbled it, but caught it on the bounce with her mouth and a squeal.

“Two points!” Sarina called.

Leah was now holding her arms out like a crossbar, fully bracing herself. “Try again. Aim low.”

Lucy tossed underhand this time, and Leah caught it… with her eye.

“OW! LUCY, THAT WAS A MEAT MISSILE!”

Meanwhile, you were on fire. Every toss was perfect. Grace caught one mid-laugh. One with her hands behind her back. One while spinning for no reason.

“Team Sunny is on SEVEN!” Sarina shouted, now genuinely enjoying herself.

Leah had caught one. Lucy had eaten five.

“I don’t even care if we lose,” Lucy said, chewing blissfully. “These are amazing. Compliments to the chef.”

“YOU ARE THE WORST TEAMMATE,” Leah bellowed, snatching the nugget bucket out of Lucy’s hands and tossing it behind her.

“Did you just THROW OUR AMMO?!” Lucy gasped.

Ella screamed from the sidelines, “YOU DON’T TOSS THE NUGGETS UNTIL YOU’RE READY TO WIN, LUCY!”

You wiped a fake tear. “It’s like watching a breakup in real time.”

Grace nearly fell over laughing.

“TEN SECONDS!” Sarina yelled.

You locked eyes with Grace. “Let’s go out with a bang!”

You tossed. She caught. Boom. You tossed again. It bounced off her nose, but she caught it on the rebound. Screams from the sideline.

Final toss. It flew like an arc of golden-battered glory. Grace caught it clean.

“AND THAT’S TIME!” Sarina blew her whistle.

Team Sunny: 10

Team Leah: 1

Lucy: 7 nuggets in her stomach, zero regrets

You and Grace celebrated like you’d won the Champions League. You jumped into her arms. She almost dropped you. Ella threw ketchup packets like confetti. Alessia was doubled over laughing.

Across the way, Leah dropped to her knees. “I hate chicken nuggets.”

Lucy patted her shoulder. “Don’t be mad. I’m full and happy. That’s what matters.”

Leah stared at her. “This is war. And you’re a double agent.”

Lucy smirked. “War tastes like poultry.”

Sarina marked another tally on the board. “Team Sunny leads two to zero.”

You blew Leah a kiss. “Better luck next time, Captain.”

She flipped you off without a word.

You grinned. The war was going very well.

There were many things the FA training facility was known for. World-class pitches. Premier rehab rooms. Tactical planning spaces.

It was not known for roller sports.

So naturally, it became the perfect arena for the next round of Williamson War.

The hallway, long, echoey, with fluorescent lighting that made everyone look like they were in a 2002 crime drama, was quickly turned into a battleground.

Traffic cones marked the boundaries. The vending machines at the far end stood ominously. Staff had been cleared from the area after someone (Georgia) sent out a mass text that read: “Clear the hallway. Death on wheels incoming.”

Ella and Alessia, once again, had their filming setup in full effect.

“Welcome back to WarWatch,” Ella whispered into her fake mic. “This episode: bruises, betrayal, and a coach casualty.”

You stood in your borrowed roller skates (which may or may not have been two sizes too big), adjusting your knee pads like this was life or death. Grace stood behind you with a water bottle and nervous laughter.

“I don’t know how to skate,” Grace muttered.

“Just pretend you’re escaping your childhood,” you replied, eyes narrowed.

Meanwhile, Leah was tying her laces like she was about to compete in the Olympics. She had that scary focused look—the kind she got before important matches or when someone took the last Yorkshire Gold tea bag.

“She’s fully in her villain arc,” Beth said, munching on popcorn from the sidelines.

Lucy was skating in little circles and nearly took out Keira twice. Georgia had been banned from the warm-up lap after trying to shoulder-check Alessia “as a test.”

Sarina stood at the starting line, clipboard in hand. Somehow, she had agreed to referee this again. Maybe she liked the chaos. Maybe she wanted a raise.

“All right,” Sarina sighed. “First to complete three laps of the hallway wins. No biting. No dragging your teammate by the ponytail. No crashing into staff—”

She paused. Looked at you directly.

You looked away innocently. “I’m an angel.”

Sarina didn’t look convinced.

“Three!” Sarina shouted.

“Two!”

Lucy screamed, “I’M GONNA DIE!”

“One—GO!”

Everyone took off like a bunch of wild toddlers with no center of gravity. Grace immediately screamed as she wobbled to one side, took Ella out like a bowling pin, and somehow ended up riding on Alessia’s back.

You managed to stay upright and build speed. The hallway zoomed by in a blur of polished floors, motivational posters, and confused physios peeking out of doors.

Leah—competitive demon that she is—skated like she’d been born on wheels. She was elbows out, teeth gritted, muttering under her breath like, “I will NOT lose to that child.”

You rounded the second lap and noticed the vending machine looming like a steel trap of death.

“Grace, MOVE!” you shouted.

Too late.

Grace skidded and crashed straight into the vending machine, causing a loud CLUNK and a rain of individually packaged biscuits to fall inside.

“Ow!” she cried. “But also… snacks.”

“You’re doing amazing, sweetie!” Ella called out from behind the camera.

Meanwhile, Lucy was skating backwards for no reason and rambling, “This is so much harder than Ibiza roller disco.”

“Focus, Lucy!” Leah shouted, speeding past her.

“Don’t tell me how to live!”

You pushed forward, legs burning, determined to cut off Leah at the final turn.

But just as you were rounding the last lap, a shadow appeared in front of you.

“Sarina?!”

She had stepped slightly into the hallway, checking her clipboard—at exactly the wrong moment.

“OH NO—” you shouted.

WHAM.

You collided full-speed into her, both of you tumbling to the ground. Her whistle flew through the air like a tiny sad rocket.

Gasps. Screams. Laughter. The sound of a vending machine spitting out one last KitKat.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!” you yelled, untangling yourself from her legs.

Sarina, flat on her back, blinked at the ceiling. “I see God.”

“‘He impressed?” you wheezed.

“No.”

Yet, Leah did not stop skating. Even as her team called out, “Leah, the coach is down!” Even as you lay there dramatically flopped over Sarina’s legs like a Victorian ghost.

Leah zoomed through her final lap, arms pumping, a single focus in her eyes: victory.

She skidded to a stop at the finish line, fists in the air.

“YES! I WON!” she yelled, chest heaving.

Lucy rolled up behind her. “Wait. Didn’t Sunny take out Sarina?”

Everyone turned to the coach.

Sarina raised one weary hand from the floor and wheezed, “I call… disqualification… for vehicular assault.”

You face-planted into the hallway floor in shame.

Grace, still trapped behind the vending machine, yelled, “It was worth it!”

FINAL SCORE

Team Sunny: 2

Team Leah: 1

Lucy helped Sarina up, only to nearly trip again. Ella zoomed in on Sarina’s unimpressed face. Alessia whispered, “This is so going in the team slideshow.”

Leah glared at you. “This isn’t over.”

You wiped dust off your knee pad. “It’s okay. I hear concussing the coach is trendy now.”

Sarina looked at both of you. “Next person to touch me on wheels runs laps for a month.”

The hallway was silent. Then Lucy whispered, “…Can I keep the skates?”

The final challenge had the atmosphere of a World Cup final—if that final involved cones, handstands, and deeply questionable strategy.

The pitch was sectioned off with plastic cones in a zigzagging maze. The only way to make it through? One person walks while a partner signed directions in British Sign Language (BSL). Then the navigator tagged the last teammate, who had to walk in a handstand across the finish line. But to make things interesting navigators had to wear giant, vision-warping, gag-store glasses. Imagine Elton John meets funhouse mirror.

“They look like cartoon flies,” Beth snorted as you and Leah strapped on your ridiculous eyewear.

Ella zoomed in with her phone.

“This is the highest level of football camp. Professionals. International caps. And they’re dressed like Pixar side characters.”

This was the Williamson War Final Showdown, and nothing had ever been more unserious yet more important.

Alessia pressed record on her phone.

“Ladies and gentlefolk, we bring you the dramatic conclusion of the dumbest series of competitions this camp has ever seen.”

She panned to the cone maze. “Obstacle course built by chaos. Starring: slightly concussed athletes and a very exhausted Sarina.”

Sarina, wearing a visor and sipping black coffee like it was tequila, gave a long-suffering sigh. “On my whistle. First team to cross the finish wins. You all know the rules. I can’t believe I have to say them out loud.”

Tooney leaned toward the camera. “You just know she’s texting the FA board like, ‘pls send help.’”

Leah is blinded. Keira signs. Georgia is warming up by walking on her hands like it’s casual.

Leah stood at the starting line, hands on hips. “Keira, if I run into something—”

“You will,” Keira replied. “Let’s just accept it now.”

“Confidence boost: zero,” Leah muttered and adjusted her glasses, blinking hard.

“Everything looks… bendy.”

“That’s the point,” Keira replied, cracking her knuckles dramatically. “Follow my lead.”

“Just don’t sign ‘yeet yourself into a cone,’ okay?”

Georgia stood near the finish line, stretching out her wrists like she was about to perform at Cirque du Soleil.

Sarina raised her whistle. “Ready… go!”

Leah started off confidently. Then took one wobbly step, panicked, and immediately bumped into a cone.

“Oh my GOD, she’s down already,” Tooney cackled.

“No, no, I’ve got this,” Leah huffed, reorienting herself. “Keira, sign clearer!”

“You need to look with your eyes,” Keira signed dramatically.

“I’M TRYING BUT EVERYTHING LOOKS LIKE A MINECRAFT TEXTURE PACK.”

Despite it all, Leah somehow recovered. She started speed-walking through the cones like someone trying to power-walk away from a breakup.

Beth, eating crisps, muttered, “She’s terrifying when she’s determined.”

Keira was signing wildly now, turn, side step, forward, and Leah was locked in.

She tagged Georgia with flair.

Georgia popped up into a handstand like it was nothing. Everyone on the sidelines gasped. Someone (probably Grace) fainted.

She cartwheeled once, balanced perfectly, and began walking on her hands toward the line.

“She’s floating,” Aggie whispered, eyes wide.

Alessia said into the mic, “If you told me she was built in a lab, I’d believe it.”

Georgia crossed the line and flipped onto her feet, posing like an Olympic gymnast.

Sarina blew the whistle.

Team Leah: 1 minute, 50 seconds.

The girls cheered. Leah whipped off her glasses dramatically and threw them to the floor.

“Beat that, gremlin,” she said, pointing at you.

You stood at the start line with a tight jaw, arms crossed, bouncing on your toes.

From the sidelines, Alessia zoomed in. “Here we have Sunny, notoriously feral, about to trust someone else for once in her life.”

Tooney snorted. “Growth moment.”

You were bouncing on your toes in your own enormous bug-eyed glasses. “These make me feel like I’m in an aquarium.”

“You look like you live in one,” Leah muttered.

You ignored her and turned to Khiara. “Are you ready?”

“Born ready,” Khiara grinned. “Don’t get lost or I’m never letting you live it down.”

Michelle cracked her knuckles at the finish line. “I’ve been practicing this since Year 6 PE. Let’s go.”

Sarina blew her whistle. “Go!”

You squinted. The cones were blurry blobs. The maze looked like a video game from 2004.

But you trusted Khiara.

She started signing, “Right. Small step. Now straight. Side step.”

You nodded and followed her lead—carefully, precisely, only nearly tripping once.

Ella whispered to the camera, “She’s serious. This is prime goblin mode discipline.”

Then you stepped over a cone so smoothly that Keira clutched her chest like a proud mum.

Aggie yelled, “She’s doing the stanky leg, but like… on purpose!”

You reached Michelle and tagged her. “Your turn. Don’t mess this up!”

Michelle grinned. “Watch and learn.”

She flipped into a handstand like it was her natural form and walked forward with zero fear.

The crowd roared. Grace fanned herself. Lucy burst into spontaneous applause.

“Look at the control!” Aggie screamed.

Alessia screamed, “LOOK AT HER GO! SHE’S GRAVITY DEFYING! NASA’S JEALOUS!”

Michelle wobbled once, corrected, and then gracefully, crossed the finish line.

Tooney dropped her phone. “WE’VE BEEN SERVED.”

Sarina blew the whistle. “Team Sunny: 1 minute, 38 seconds. Team Sunny wins the Williamson War of 2025.”

You tore off your glasses and fist-pumped the air.

Leah dropped to her knees. “AGAIN?!”

“Victory is mine,” you whispered, grabbing the cone you tripped over and holding it like a trophy.

“Cone of destiny.”

Georgia clapped her on the back. “You were robbed.”

Lucy handed Leah a chicken nugget. “For your pain.”

Sarina walked off the field muttering, “I’m too old for this.”

Tooney wrapped things up. “That concludes the 2025 Williamson War. Final score—Team Sunny: 3, Team Leah: 1, Team Sarina: emotionally destroyed.”

Alessia added, “We now return to regularly scheduled Lioness programming… until next time.”

You looked at Leah, smug. “I already know your punishment.”

The punishment had been decided unanimously, quickly, and with diabolical precision. No polar plunges. No public serenades. No forfeiting dessert.

Leah had to call Amanda Williamson. Her mum. The original referee of the Williamson Wars. Also known as Sunny’s biggest fan and number one defender.

Amanda had banned Williamson Wars after the infamous 2021 incident, when Leah got over-competitive and broke 12-year-old Sunny’s wrist during a three-legged race on uneven grass.

Amanda had said, verbatim: “I see one more ‘War’ and you’ll be lucky if I let you lead a prayer circle, let alone a football team.”

So naturally, you freshly victorious and high on glory (and sugar), picked that as the punishment.

Back in your shared room, Leah sat at the edge of her bed, phone in hand, looking like she was waiting to be executed.

You were sprawled dramatically across your bed, slurping a Caprisun through a neon curly straw you’d brought “for the aesthetic.”

“Do I have to?” Leah groaned, already dialing.

“Yes,” you replied gleefully, leaning back against your pillow fortress. “Tell her everything. Start with, ‘Hi Mum, it’s your disappointment child.’”

Leah glared at you. “I should’ve made you eat peas as your punishment.”

“You tried. I won. Now call Mother Amanda, peasant.”

The phone rang. Once. Twice.

“Leah Cathrine Williamson.” Amanda didn’t even say hello. Her voice came through stern, crisp, and full of maternal judgment.

You snorted so hard you almost choked on your juice pouch.

“H-hi Mum,” Leah said, already wincing.

“Oh, don’t ‘hi Mum’ me. What did you do?”

Leah threw a hand in the air. “Why do you always assume I did something?!”

“Because whenever I get a call right after training, someone’s either injured, traumatized, or missing an eyebrow. Now speak.”

Leah groaned. “It was a Williamson War, okay? But like—low stakes. Mostly cones.”

Dead. Silence. Then Amanda exhaled. The kind of sigh that said ‘I carried you for nine months and this is how you repay me?’

“You what?”

“Technically Sunny participated too—”

You waved from your bed. “Hi Mum Amanda! I won!”

Amanda’s voice shifted instantly. “Oh, hi sweetheart! I’m so proud of you, my little champion! Did she feed you today?”

“Three times,” you said. “Plus a CapriSun.”

“Good girl. Now back to Leah—YOU STARTED ANOTHER WAR?!”

Leah groaned. “It was joint custody chaos! The kids needed entertainment!”

Amanda was not amused. “I banned Williamson Wars after you broke her wrist. BROKE. HER. WRIST.”

“It healed!” Leah said weakly. “Now it’s like a superhero wrist!”

“Leah Cathrine, I ought to fly there myself and drag you into retirement.”

You dramatically fake-gasped from the bed. “Tell her about the vending machine crash!”

“I will hit you,” Leah hissed.

Amanda did not miss a beat. “What vending machine crash?”

“She hit Sarina,” you whispered into the phone.

“WHAT?!”

“It was an accident!” Leah cried. “And Sarina lived! She walked it off!”

“You’re lucky she walked it off! I told you, no more Wars! And now you’re back at camp with the team acting like Wile E. Coyote on wheels!”

You collapsed in laughter. Leah had her face in her hands.

Amanda continued, not letting up for a second.

“I should call Sarina myself. Apologize on your behalf. And you”—she paused for dramatic effect—“are on punishment.”

Leah blinked. “I’m 28 years old.”

“You’re never too old for consequences. You are banned from leading anything, including lunch lines, until further notice.”

You applauded from your bed. “I’d like to submit a motion for a five-year ban on Williamson Wars.”

“Seconded,” Amanda said.

“Mum!” Leah whined.

“You’re lucky she’s not asking for a CPS case. Sunny is basically yours.”

You grinned. “Leah is my legal guardian.”

“I knew it,” Amanda muttered. “Should’ve tied her to a bench in 2020.”

Leah tossed her phone on the bed and fell back with a groan.

You picked it up sweetly. “Love you, Amanda!”

“Love you, darling. Keep her in line.”

“Always,” you replied with a salute, then ended the call.

Leah stared at the ceiling. “I should’ve just let you drink my tea back in 2017.”

You smiled, sipping the last of your juice. “I’m so glad you didn’t.”

[crochetnerdsworld]

Captain Softie (Leah Williamson X Reader)

Y/N brings her baby niece to visit Leah at training. The team teases Leah for how soft she is for Y/N and the baby. TW: Mentions of drug addiction 

Y/N adjusted the baby carrier one more time as she approached the Arsenal training ground, her six-month-old niece Dakota gurgling happily against her chest. The baby's blue eyes widen as she takes in her surroundings.

Y/N has had sole custody of the little girl since her birth. Y/N's brother, the baby's biological father, is a drug addict and has zero interest in raising the baby. The baby's biological mother, also struggling with addiction and being only twenty, did not feel ready to raise the child, but also felt strongly against the baby being placed into the foster care system. Thus, Y/N stepped up and volunteered to raise her niece. 

She was worried that her longtime girlfriend, Leah, would leave her, but Leah has been amazing since day one, immediately naming herself the baby's favorite auntie. After many months of begging from the team, Leah gave in and suggested bringing Dakota to see the team after training. They've met the baby before, but Dakota has never been to the training center.

"There's my girls," Leah called out as she jogged over, smiling widely at Y/N with that smile that always makes Y/N's heart flutter like crazy. She was still in her training kit, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, but she immediately softened when she saw the baby.

"Hello, baby gooner," Leah cooed, her voice dropping to the gentlest whisper as she stroked Dakota's head. "Aren't you just precious in your little jersey?" 

The moment is interrupted by Beth's voice coming from behind them: "Oh my god. Would you look at our captain? We should start calling her Captain Softie.", 

Soon enough, the entirety of the team had gathered around, and Y/N watched in amusement as Leah completely transformed. The fierce, fiery defender who commanded respect from teammates and opponents alike was now making silly faces and cooing at Dakota, her teammates' growing grins going completely unnoticed. 

"Leah, mate, you're absolutely gone," Kyra chuckled, pulling out her phone to record as Leah freed Dakota from the carrier and began to bounce her in her arms, earning a squeal of delight from the baby. 

"Look at her face!" Alessia whispered to Katie, who was wearing a smirk on her face. "She's completely smitten."

"Our co-captain, everyone," Vic announced dramatically. "Tough as nails on the pitch, but put a baby into the picture, and boom, she turns into a giant puddle of mush."

Leah finally looked up and took in the circle of rather amused faces around her. "What? She's adorable! Look at her little jersey! And those tiny toes!"

"She's only six months old, and you're already planning her future Arsenal academy enrollment, aren't you?" Beth teased.

"Her home-from-the-hospital outfit was an Arsenal onesie," Y/N added, biting back a laugh as Leah's cheeks flushed from embarrassment. 

 "Maybe," she mumbled before turning her attention back to Dakota. "Yes, you're going to be a Gunner, aren't you, sweetheart?" 

"This is hilarious," Steph commented, shaking her head in wonder. "Y/N, you've turned our skipper into absolute mush."

"It's not just the baby," Caitlin pointed out, grinning wickedly. "Look how she goes all soft and mushy whenever Y/N's around anyway."

"That's different!" Leah protested, but her argument was weakened instantly when Dakota grabbed her finger, causing the blonde to immediately melt again. "Oh, look at that grip! You're so strong! Yes, you are!"

"Different how?" Katie pressed, enjoying every second of this. "You reorganized the entire training schedule last week so you could drive Y/N to her appointment."

"And last month, when you missed team dinner because Y/N had a headache?" Emily added.

"Or when you spent an hour researching the best tea for her cold?" Lotte chimed in.

Y/N watched, Leah's blush deepening even further, finding it incredibly endearing how flustered she was becoming. Dakota seemed to sense the attention and let out a happy babble, reaching up and touching Leah's cheek. 

"See? Even the baby knows you've gone all soft for Y/N," Kyra declared victoriously.

"I am not soft," Leah protested half heartedly, but she was smiling as Dakota grasped a strand of her hair. "I'm just... caring."

"Soft," the entire team said in unison, causing Y/N to double over in laughter.

"Alright, alright," Y/N said, taking pity on her red-checked girlfriend. "Leave her alone. There's nothing wrong with being soft now and then," 

Leah shot her a grateful look before turning back to the baby. "Don't listen to them, Dakota. Auntie Leah is very tough and super scary."

Dakota's response?: Blowing a spit bubble, which quickly sent the team into a fresh round of laughter and caused even more cooing from Leah.

"Hopeless," Beth declared, smiling fondly. "Absolutely, 100%, completely hopeless."

As the teasing continued, Y/N caught Leah's eye and mouthed "I love you" over Dakota's head. The soft smile that spread across Leah's face made Y/N's heart warm. She loves that Leah is so soft for her and Dakota. 

"Right then," Leah said eventually, carefully passing Dakota back to Y/N when the baby reached for her. "Who wants to explain to this little angel why Arsenal is the greatest club in the history of the world?"

This causes an immediate and dramatic collective groan from the team, but Y/N noticed they all gathered closer anyway, each taking a turn to say hi to Dakota. And if Leah kept her arm wrapped protectively around Y/N's waist the entire time, well, that was just proof that no matter how much of a tough guy act she can put on, deep down, their captain is just a big softie for her girls. 

[suushiiii]

Keeping it balanced

Leah Williamson x Chelsea!reader

Summary: Leah plays for Arsenal and you for Chelsea, so you need to find a way to navigate your relationship.

word count: 3.3k

The door slammed shut behind you, Leah already walking to the kitchen and slamming cabinets shut with more force than necessary. The drive to your shared apartment was quiet and filled with unspoken tension. The radio had been off, your hand wasn’t placed over Leah’s and the two of you didn’t talk to each other. The two of you had promised at the beginning of your relationship, that what happened on the field, would stay on the field, but it wasn’t always that easy. You played for Chelsea and Leah, well she played for the rival team, Arsenal.

Today had been the North London derby at Stamford Bridge. It wasn’t an really intense game, until the 80th minute or so. You had the ball and tapped it forwards, but an Arsenal player tackled you inside their own box, which led to a penalty. Everything escalated quickly. Leah had been arguing with the ref and trying to keep one of her teammates, Katie McCabe far away from the ref, because Katie was already yelling at the referee that it wasn’t a foul.

You didn’t hear what Katie said, but quickly the ref had replaced the yellow card with the red. Katie had given the ref a sarcastic clap of her hands and walked off  the field, you could almost see the steam coming out of Katie her ears. The match had ended in a 1-0 win for you, which meant a loss for Leah, who was still looking through the cabinets.

You stood in the hallway, your shoes and jacket, and your bag still tight in your hand. You shook your head and finally dropped your bag with a thud on the ground. You knew that this was going to be a great (not) evening. You slipped off your shoes and hung your jacket up on the coat rack, dropped your keys in the bowl on the cabinet that stood in the hallway. You moved through the small hallway to the living room, Leah was throwing things on the kitchen counter.

You knew she was going to make some yoghurt with fruits in it. She always ate that after a match, just to fuel herself. You reached the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe, your hands crossed loosely in front of you chest. “Le.” You said and waited for her to turn around, but she didn’t. When she turned around, you saw the angry frown between her brows, so you knew that she was still in the match and this was something the two of you agreed on. Leah moved to the island counter and started to make her lunch.

You moved from the doorframe and stopped right behind the defender. You took another step forward and turned slightly, so you were leaning with your hip against the counter and were watching Leah her side profile, the angry frown still there, her shoulders tense and jaw clenched. “Love.” You breathed out and Leah her movements stopped, the pack of yoghurt still in her hand, but then she put it down on the counter.

You let out a quiet sigh of relief. Leah was finally listening. “Talk to me.” Leah her frown disappeared, her jaw unclenched and her shoulders loosened. You reached for her jaw, your fingers cupping it and forcing her to meet your eyes. “Hi.” You whispered when her eyes finally met yours, you saw that there was a storm behind her eyes, one that had to come out eventually. The two of you were quiet for a while, giving the tension the time to disappear.

Leah took your wrist gently and pulled your hand away from her jaw, her eyes leaving yours. The tension that was starting to disappear, re-appeared again. “It wasn’t a penalty.” Leah huffed in a breath, as she started to get her lunch ready. “Leah, love, we talked about this.” You said calmly, even though you felt your own frustration brewing. Leah just shook her head and moved to the fruits. “That stupid ref is always in Chelsea their favor.” Leah muttered bitterly and that was the last straw for you. “What do you mean by that?” Leah flinched at your words.

Your voice wasn’t soft and understanding like a few seconds ago, it was now frustrated.  “Like you don’t know.” Leah huffed once more and you pushed yourself off the counter, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. “It’s always the same. You had the ref of today also against Manchester City away. It was 2-0 for City and in the second half, the ref was Chelsea’s twelfth player on the field. She handed 2 red cards to City that weren’t even red’s and you went on and won the game!” Leah yelled and spun herself around, meeting your eyes again.

“Oh, c’mon! That was 2 years ago! Are you seriously still on that?” You said and shook your head in disbelief, and uncrossed your arms. “Oh, I have plenty of other examples where the referee was in Chelsea’s favor.” Leah bit back, her voice low, almost like a growl. Leah shook her head, because it was of no use to argue with a Chelsea player and she turned her back towards you again. “Chelsea probably throws money at the referee’s.” Leah muttered under her breath, after she had turned her back to you, while you let out a scoff from disbelief.

“What did you just say?!” You yelled your question. You had heard her, but it had pissed you off. Leah turned herself around again and her eyes met yours, both your eyes were looking at each other, like the two of you were in a duel. “I said,” Leah started, her voice again low and not wavering. “that Chelsea probably throws money at the referee, just to get a win.” Leah repeated what she had said a few seconds ago and you narrowed your eyes at her, your hands turning into fists at your side.

“Oh, fuck you Leah! You just can’t stand that you haven’t won the league in the last 5 years!” You shot back and took a slow step forward, so the two of you stood eye to eye, chest to chest, both breathing heavily. “I don’t fucking care about that and you know it! I fucking care that games are played fairly, by my team, by your team and by the referee!” Leah yelled and turned on her heels, leaving you and the yoghurt on the counter forgotten.

Leah slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, the sound echoing off the walls of the now quiet apartment. You stood motionless in the kitchen, your chest rising and falling fast, you unclenched your hands, but they now trembled at your side. From  the kitchen you heard the shower getting turned on. You knew when Leah was pissed about a lost match, she would take an ice cold shower, just to cool herself from the raging heat inside herself.

You looked at the bowl of yoghurt on the counter and took it in your hands, and walked to the fridge and put the bowl inside. The argument felt heavy on your chest, it always did, when you and Leah would have an argument, which luckily didn’t happen that often. You quietly cleaned the counter, just to make yourself busy. When you had cleaned everything, you took a seat on the couch, turned the tv on and opened Netflix.

You scrolled through it, but nothing that you wanted to watch or liked. Out of Frustration, you turned Netflix off and just put the tv on a random channel. You wrapped yourself under the blanket that rested on the arm rest of the couch, your head on the fluffy cushion that Leah had bought for you and It took a while before you let yourself doze off to sleep completely. Your mind was still a bit caught in the argument you had with Leah, but eventually sleep took over you.

You stirred awake, the tv was turned off, the blanket hadn’t fallen off you, it was gently tugged around you, which confused you. Usually, when you would take a nap on the couch, the blanket would be on the ground, but it wasn’t now. So, you knew that meant one thing. Leah had turned the tv off and had tugged you in, but the defender wasn’t next to you on the couch. Leah always took care of you, even if she was angry at you, but Leah her pride was too high to admit it.

You blinked a few times before propping yourself up on your elbows. The sun had dipped lower, but it was still light outside. You stretched yourself out on the couch and wiped the sleep from your eyes. You pushed yourself up and sat on the couch, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor beneath them. You stood up and patted to the hallway, so you can pack out your bag and put your match clothes away. Once in the hallway, you noticed that Leah her shoes were gone and her keys in the bowl.

You frowned, because she usually would leave a note that she had left the house. You figured that she was still angry from the argument and you headed to the laundry room. You flipped the switch of the small room, the sound of the washing machine filling the small space. “Damn it, Leah.” You muttered, because Leah had her own laundry already in the machine. “Where the hell are you?” You moved to the bathroom and put your dirty laundry in the basket.

Then you heard the lock of the door open, someone shuffled inside the house and the sound of grocery bags. “Leah?” You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room. You turned your head to the kitchen and Leah was already busy with putting the groceries away. You observed her for a second, her body was still a bit tense, her jaw lightly clenched and frown between her brows was still there.

“You went to the grocery store?” You asked after a minute of silence. Leah didn’t turn around, she only offered a small shrug of her shoulders. “You could’ve put my laundry in the washing machine as well, you know?” Leah stopped her movements, but quickly continued. “Why would I touch Chelsea gear, let alone wash it?” You frowned, because Leah had never before had a problem with washing your laundry. Sure, it would take you a few sweet words for her to wash your Chelsea gear, but she would do it.

You moved closer and now rested your hands on the counter, and let out a quiet sigh. “Are you still mad about the argument?” You asked hesitantly, afraid that you would strike a nerve. You waited for Leah to respond, but she didn’t, she didn’t even stop with what she was doing. You usually could read Leah like an open book, but now it felt like Leah was a book that didn’t want to be opened.

The night continued with the same energy, no talking, no touches, no sweet whispers to one another and no kisses. It felt like you and Leah weren’t in a relationship at all. Dinner went by quietly. Just two people sitting across from each other at table and having dinner, not giving each other a glance. The room was silent, the only sounds came from cutlery hitting the plate and the sound of the washing machine.

You had opened your mouth a few times, to start a conversation, but you closed your mouth just as quickly. Leah stood up from her seat, the chair legs scraped against the floor and Leah took her plate. You sighed and quietly continued to eat the last things on your plate, while Leah moved from the kitchen to the living room. You didn’t bother to talk to her anymore, because she wouldn’t react anyway. This has been the longest time that the two of you hadn’t talked after an argument and it was only the second.

You have been together for 2 years and only had two arguments, one was when you began dating and the second was this one. Your first argument was after the first derby you played against each other, when the two of you started dating, you agreed together, to keep everything that happened on the field there, but today you hadn’t. You hated it.

You just wanted to be close to her, cuddle up next to her on the couch and share the blanket. You wanted to kiss her and hear her whisper sweet nothings in your ear, when you would kiss her, but that wouldn’t happen tonight, but something inside you told you that it would happen. You didn’t walk to the couch, you just headed to the bedroom.

When you closed the bedroom door behind you with a soft click, tears started to form in your eyes. You moved without thinking through the room, changing into your nightwear, walking to the bathroom; cleaning your face and brushing your teeth. Once you were back in the bedroom, you slipped under the sheets. You turned on your side, facing the side where Leah would usually sleep.

You placed your hand on the empty side of you, a blonde hair got tangled between your fingers, this was the closest you have been to Leah for the whole day. You missed the closeness and you just wanted her next to you. There were footsteps heard in the living room. You assumed that Leah was getting something to drink or a snack, but the footsteps never walked closer to the bedroom door. You sighed and rolled over on your other side, facing the wall and you closed your eyes.

You opened your eyes after a few seconds and they landed on a picture of you and Leah, where the two of you were on vacation to Ibiza with a few other players. You had jumped on Leah her back in the picture, Leah her grin was wide and honest, her head turned lightly, just so she could see you from the corner of her eyes. You smiled softly at the picture, before burying your face deeper into your pillow.

After minutes passed and you started to drift off to sleep, a faint knock was heard on the door. You blinked with your eyes, the light of the streetlights filtering through the curtains, while you propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Leah standing at the door. You quickly turned the lamp on your nightstand on and lightened the room. You blinked with your eyes, to adjust to light and looked at the time. 23:30. “I’m sorry.” Leah whispered, soft, almost too soft to hear, but you did.

You didn’t have to say anything, you just patted your hand on the empty side of the bed. Leah patted immediately to the bed and slid under the covers next to you. She hadn’t laid down, but she already pulled you towards her. You didn’t resist and wrapped your arms around her waist and placed a long kiss to her temple. “I’m sorry, y/n/n.” Leah whispered again, her face buried in your neck, taking in your sweet perfume that you had worn today. You only hummed softly and let your hand circle on her back.

“I know, love.” You whispered and kissed the corner of her mouth, before resting your head against hers. “I wanted to hug you when you had fallen asleep on the couch earlier.” You smiled softly. Leah her voice was small and fragile, like she was afraid that you would be angry at her. “I know.” Leah looked up at you, the angry frown that she had worn all day was replaced by a confused one.

“Leah, you tucked me in with the blanket and turned the tv off, because you know that I’m a light sleeper.” You stated with a smirk and glister of something in your eyes that Leah couldn’t quite place. “You also went grocery shopping, even if it was my turn and you cooked, which was my turn to do as well.” You continued and Leah rested her face in the crook of your neck again, her lips brushed gently against your neck. “I didn’t put your laundry in the washing machine, because-” You cut her off with a light laugh, a laugh that made Leah her heart flip.

“-because I didn’t whisper sweet things in your ear and kissed you?” You finished with a teasing smirk and you felt Leah her cheeks go warm against your neck. You never really needed to say much, to get the fierce Arsenal defender flustered and you loved it. “But,” you started and you felt Leah tense up in your arms, her heart beating faster and holding her breath.

“we should stick to the promise we had. Leaving everything that happens on the field during the match, on the field.” Leah nodded and her body relaxed, her grip tightening around you, just a bit tighter, afraid that you would slip away. “I didn’t want to go to sleep angry.” Leah murmured, her lips again brushing ever so slightly against your neck. “I know, love.” You whispered again, your hand on her back, moving to her hair. Your fingers tangled in her hair, as you pulled her closer.

“Promise me something, love.” You whispered against Leah her hair and Leah nodded softly, as she laid on top of you, letting you massage her scalp. “I don’t want us ever to fight over a match,” You started and Leah, who had shifted and now laid with her head on your lap, she opened her eyes and looked at. Leah nodded lightly and with your free hand you stroke gentle circles on Leah her arm. “and we talk everything out, and don’t go to bed angry with each other.” Leah nodded once more.

You let your hand leave Leah her hair and you leaned down, kissing the corner of Leah her mouth, but Leah turned her head, so you kissed her on the mouth now. You smirked against her lips, letting out a soft laugh and Leah moved her head up, deepening the kiss. “You are so clever.” You murmured, as your mouth moved from Leah her lips to her jaw. “I’m always clever.” Leah hummed and booped your nose, which made you chuckle softly. “You are something else, Williamson.” You teased and leaned down again, brushing your nose against Leah’s, who giggled beneath you.

“There it is.” You hummed, which made Leah frown. “Where’s what?” You didn’t say anything at first, you just moved your lips to her throat and placed a long lingering kiss there. “Your giggles,” You stated simply and pulled back to meet the defender’s blue eyes once more. “I had missed them all day.” You confessed.

Leah her cheeks flustered a little and she turned her face into your lap, hoping to hide her flustered cheeks. Minutes passed before the two of you laid under the covers. You had your arm around Leah her waist and Leah had buried her face into your neck. Even after today, you knew that you always would find your way back to her.

“Le?” You whispered in the dark, your arm still loose around her waist. Leah only hummed in response, letting you know that she was awake. “I do want to talk about our argument.” You whispered softly, your hand now making circles on her waist.

“Tomorrow?” Leah her voice was thick with sleep, her eyes still closed and her neck nuzzled deeper into your neck. “Yes, tomorrow.” You agreed and kissed her hair, the light scent of shampoo still there. You rested your head on hers and the both of you fell asleep shortly after that. 

[russosimp]

Seduction (g!p Leah Williamson x g!p Alessia Russo x reader)

Summary: Alessia and Leah noticed that you've been staring at them, since you won't do anything about it, they take matters into their own hands. (Request) 18+

Warnings: smut, threesome, g!p Leah, g!p Alessia, praise kink (r), oral (L and A receiving), unprotected p in v, anal (r receiving), rough sex, filthy

Wordcount: 5.9k

You're standing at the bar, waiting for your drink, when they come up to you on either side.

You see Leah first because your head is tilted to that side. She has her signature, cocky grin in place as she approaches you. You're a bit transfixed on her so you get startled by the voice behind you.

"What are you doing here all alone?"

Alessia. You turn your head to look at her. She's grinning at you, too. Her smile is maybe a bit warmer than Leah's, but it carries the same self-confidence you always find so attractive in both of them.

Both of the women lean their sides on the bar, front turned into your direction completely. They both stand just a tiny bit too close for it to be only friendly. Your head is spinning in the best way. Their body heat and scents and their mere presence in your personal space is overwhelming you.

You feel yourself blushing under their gazes and know that they can see it, too. Even though it's pretty dark in the club you're all in.

Apparently, Leah's had enough of your head not functioning. She places her hand on the small of your back, which snaps you out of it. Your head turns to her instantly and you look at her with wide eyes.

"You haven't answered Alessia." She tells you with a raised eyebrow and a small, amused smile playing on her lips. Your eyes follow the arch of her eyebrow until you remember that you're now supposed to answer whatever question Alessia has asked you.

"Oh," you breathe out and turn to Alessia, "I forgot- I mean, could you repeat your question, please?"

"So polite." You hear Leah whisper, it seems to have been more to herself than for your ears though.

"I asked what you're doing here all alone? Why are you not celebrating and dancing with the others?" Alessia looks at you, her smile warm, but there's something else underneath it as well. You can't place it yet.

"Well- I'm just not the best dancer and didn't want to make a fool out of myself."

"Too bad. We would've liked to see you dance." Leah states and your head snaps in her direction again. That sounded borderline flirtatious, in front of her girlfriend?

But Alessia only hums in agreement, so apparently, it doesn't seem to bother her. With their close proximity you can't really analyze their behaviour, too occupied with breathing and just existing in-between them.

Leah holds your gaze, cocked eyebrow still in place. That's when Alessia pushes herself into your space even more, mouth directly next to your ear. "We've seen how you look at us."

Your eyes snap away from Leah's and you look downwards in shame. Yes, you had been staring at both of them for weeks now. How could you not? They're both so very hot, especially together, and they know it which makes them even more attractive in your mind.

"Don't hide those pretty eyes." It's Leah who chimes in again. Her hand comes to your chin and lightly guides you to look up and at her again.

"I'm sorry." You plainly state. "I didn't want to make you guys uncomfortable or anything."

Alessia chuckles and you can see Leah's amusement in her eyes as well. "Oh honey, no, you've interpreted this wrong. We're flattered."

"Why don't you sit down with us for a bit?" Alessia's hand comes to the small of your back now as if she's making herself ready to guide you through the crowd to wherever they want you.

Leah nods and indicates with her head to follow her.

The three of you make your way to the other side of the dancefloor where some booths are. Leah slides in on one side and Alessia's hand on your back guides you to sit down beside her. Surprising you, Alessia doesn't go and sit across from you but rather slides into the booth next to you as well.

Now you're actually sandwiched between your two teammates. If you thought they were invading your personal space before, you don't know what to call this. Their thighs are pressed into yours from both sides. Leah's upper body is angled a bit into your direction but Alessia has put her arm around your shoulders when she slid in next to you.

Leah places a hand on your thigh and you eye it warily, still unsure what to make of this situation.

"Like I said, we've seen you looking at us." Alessia opens the conversation.

"Staring, really." Leah butts in. She leans forward, her face inches from yours. Instead of coming up with something to say to defend yourself, you feel your breath hitch.

"We liked it."

You hadn't expected that. It makes sense, she just called it flattering and neither of them seemed particularly angry at any point, but you wouldn't have dared to dream.

"You- you did?" You whisper.

Leah's hand starts to slowly stroke your thigh now, while Alessia's hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck. She lightly scratches you and twirls her fingers in the baby hairs there.

"Of course we did, babe." Alessia says and you feel a shiver at the pet name. "Having someone so pretty and cute find us attractive is very flattering."

Attractive is one way to say that you think both of them are extremely hot, but you keep that to yourself.

Leah chimes in again, her hand still running over your thigh. "You do find us attractive, right?"

You nod vehemently. "Yeah-"

Her hand wanders more to the inside of your thigh now and you automatically spread your legs a bit, trying to give her more access. Your thighs now press into theirs even more.

"Well, would you look at that." Your breath hitches when her hand comes to a stop on the inside of your thigh, very high up. If she'd move just a bit higher, her pinky would brush your clothed pussy.

The thought alone sends a wave of arousal through you. You knew you were getting wet from the constant touches both of them are leaving all over your body, but this makes you sure that you're dripping through your panties.

"What Leah is getting at is that we'd like for you to come home with us." You whimper, the insinuation very clear.

"Yeah, you like that thought, don't you?" Leah teases you. You can only nod, not able to form any words right now. But that isn't enough.

"We need an actual answer please. We need to hear you say if you want to come home with us. We don't want to make you do something you don't want." Alessia explains, not unkind, but firmly.

You gulp and then take a sip of your completely abandoned beer in front of you. "I'd like to go home with the two of you. Please."

"Good girl." Alessia whispers. You whimper, now clenching your thighs together, trapping Leah's hand in process.

"Oh you like that? You like being our good girl and follow our commands?"

You whine and nod. You didn't know that that would turn you on so much but it did.

"Well, I ordered a taxi when we walked over here." Leah announces. "Let's get home then, yeah?"

The ride to their place goes by in a blur. They make you take the seat between them again, both with their hands on your thighs now, just softly rubbing all over them, making you squirm in your seat. They haven't touched you anywhere significant yet and still have you completely wet and turned on.

The longer the ride goes on, the more you can see the bulges forming in their pants. You want to run your hands over them but refrain, not knowing how they'd react.

You can't get out of the car fast enough when you finally pull up to their house. You really need your hands on them and their hands on you as soon as possible.

When you walk into their house, they stir you into the direction of their bedroom immediately. As soon as you enter the room, Leah is on you instantly. Her hands come to your shoulders and she backs you into Alessia's front. You stumble into Alessia who catches you with her arms and then Leah's lips are on yours, demanding and possessive. She plunges her tongue into your mouth and you just let it happen, tasting her desire. Her tongue demandingly strokes against yours as she explores your mouth.

Alessia's hands run up and down your arms but hold you in place at the same time. You're pinned between them, Leah pressing into your front and Alessia into your back. You still can't really believe that you've found yourself in the position you've dreamt about.

You can feel Alessia's tits against you and then she rocks her hips slightly into yours and you feel her bulge as well. It automatically makes you buck your ass into her in return which has her groaning into your ear. It sounds so needy and hot that it makes you whine into Leah's mouth even more than before.

Since you liked the sound Alessia made so much, you repeat your action and buck your ass against her bulge again. This time, you get rewarded with Alessia sucking the side of your neck from behind. You tilt your head a little to give her more space.

Leah pulls away, panting deeply against your lips.

You feel Alessia's hands tugging at the hem of your shirt and then Leah just tells you "Off." and you instantly know to lift your arms so that they can get your shirt off.

It's Alessia who pulls the shirt over your head. Her arms circle around you and she cups your tits from behind and softly kneads them through your bra. You whimper at the sensation.

Leah leans in again and you think that she'll claim your mouth once more, but instead she kisses Alessia over your shoulder.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Alessia's hands on your tits and the kissing sounds coming from the two of them. You feel Leah's hands fumbling with the button of your jeans and help her with it. You can't really shimmy out of them though, being trapped between the two women.

Leah drops to her knees then and pulls your jeans and panties down in one motion. She helps you step out of your jeans while Alessia pulls your bra off you. Now you're naked in front of the two women, who are both very much clothed still. It makes you feel very shy all of a sudden but you don’t have much time to dwell on it.

"On your knees." You instantly drop to your knees in front of them at Leah's command. You look up at them, your hands in your lap, waiting for what's next.

They step closer to you, so close that you get a good view of the bulges in their pants right in front of your face now. You wet your lips in anticipation. You're so ready for their cocks in your mouth, the thought alone has you whimpering.

"Look at you, getting ready for us." Alessia praises, making you squeeze your thighs together.

While your attention was on Alessia, Leah had started to undress. You turn your head and are met with her cock in only her boxers. The outline is very clearly visible against the thin fabric and you can see how hard and big her cock is. Your eyes widen slightly. Alessia starts to undress as well, starting with her top and bra. Unlike Leah she doesn't keep her boxers on, pulling down her pants and boxers in one motion, much like Leah had done with yours.

She pulls them down slowly, knowing very well that your focus is on her cock completely, as is Leah's probably.

When she finally frees her cock from the confinement of her pants, it slaps up against her stomach. Now her cock is right in front of you in all its thick and viney glory. You want to reach out, but from what you've learned so far is that you should probably wait until they tell you to.

Your hands twitch a little in your lap but you keep them there. You tear your eyes off Alessia's cock and look up at her again and see that she eyes your hands with interest.

Then there appears a satisfied smirk on her face. "You learn fast, baby."

Alessia steps even closer to you and so does Leah. "Take off my boxers."

You carefully put your hands in the waistband of Leah's boxers, looking up at her. You pull the boxers down, freeing her cock as well. You're so close to Leah, that her cock almost slaps you in the face if you hadn't moved out of the way. She chuckles and steps out of the boxers, flicking them away with her foot. Leah's cock is hard and even longer than it looked with the boxers still on. It has a slight upside curve which you get excited about, you can only imagine how that'll feel inside of you.

Now both women are naked with their cocks out. You look up at them with wide eyes as they step just a tad bit closer to you, now right in front of you on either side of your face.

"Open up." Leah finally tells you, pushing her cock against your mouth.

You open your mouth obediently and stick your tongue out. She places her tip on it and you gently suck her into your mouth. Your hand comes up to her shaft, running over it. Not wanting to neglect Alessia, you blindly reach for her cock with your other hand, slowly starting to stroke her as well when you find it.

You flatten your tongue and run it over Leah's length, making her moan. Her moan spurs you on a bit, and you get more confident with your movements.

Alessia bucks her hips into your hand, so you let go of Leah's cock with a pop and take Alessia in your mouth now. You run your mouth over her cock sloppily, her pre-cum and your saliva mixing and wetting it.

"Fuck, so good, baby." You circle your tongue around her tip, really working her cock.

You continue to alternate between sucking and jerking both of them off, making them groan appreciatively. Their sounds shoot straight to your core without you being able to do anything about it. You feel yourself clenching around nothing, making you whine.

Before you can make either of them cum, Leah suddenly pushes you off her cock and pulls you up. She puts her arms around you, basically carrying you to their bed and puts you down.

She stands over you and pulls your legs up and spreads them in front of her. "You're dripping wet for us. Look at her, Less."

Alessia comes up next to Leah, eyeing up your cunt as well. The gazes of both women on your cunt make you squirm. You've probably never felt hotter but also more exposed than you do right in this moment.

You feel some of your arousal on your thighs and apparently, Leah sees it, too, as she runs her hands over the inside of your thighs.

"So, so wet and ready for my cock, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, yes! Leah, please, fuck me. I'm so ready." You feel yourself rambling a bit, but you're just so ready for any kind of stimulation. "I want to feel you both, please, use me, please."

"Well, when you beg so pretty, we can't deny you now, can we?" She chuckles and grabs her cock to align it with your cunt.

You hold your breath in anticipation when you feel her tip on your pussy. She drags the head of her cock through your folds, making you whine and buck your hips upwards. She chuckles again at your impatience but she doesn't make you wait any longer and pushes in, shoving her long cock deep inside of you.

You moan out in pleasure at the intrusion. Leah starts to push into you with a pretty slow but steady pace. The curve of her cock gives her a bit of a different angle, her cock going deeper and also hitting your g-spot more often than others have before.

"F-fuck, Leah, feels so good, so d-deeeep..."

You surrender yourself to the feeling of her fucking you, completely lost in her steady thrusts. Her rhythm slowly builds up the pressure in your core but she doesn't let you get there entirely yet.

"Faster Leah, fuck me faster, pl-please!"

Instead of speeding up like you wanted, Leah slips out of you, leaving you with an empty feeling and making you whine. You open your eyes and at first you only see Alessia, still looking down at you and just slowly stroking her cock.

You turn your head to see Leah who gets on the bed next to you, legs over the edge and leaning back on her elbows, her cock’s standing in the air, glistening with your arousal.

"Get on, but facing Less." She tells you and you of course oblige immediately.

You straddle her with your back to her. You put your hands on her thighs to stabilize yourself for the moment and then slowly sink down on her, welcoming the feeling of her filling you again. Leah sits up and puts her arms around you. Then she pulls you into her and holds you still. Now you can't really move which allows her to fuck into you again at her will. This different angle makes her hit new spots inside of you and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm again.

"Look at me, while Leah fucks you." You suddenly hear Alessia say in a demanding tone.

You whimper and open your eyes to see that she has stepped closer and is now at the foot of the bed, directly in front of you.

"Keep your eyes open, pretty girl, I wanna see you while you’re getting fucked by Leah.."

You moan at her tone and choice of words and make an effort to keep your eyes open, wanting to please her.

Alessia leans over and kisses you, open mouthed, with her tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You just let it happen and groan into her mouth, feeling completely overwhelmed by the two women.

She pulls away and your eyes drop to her hand as she's increasing the speed on her cock. You can see her twitch and know that she's close to cumming. She points her cock towards your exposed cunt in front of her.

Then Alessia cums with a moan and empties herself onto your cunt. You feel her cum hitting your pussy and the insides of your thighs, some even landing on your stomach.

The feeling of Leah fucking you and Alessia cumming all over you is so hot that you moan along with Alessia as she cums and clench around Leah's cock. The pressure in your core tightens and you know that you're close to your own orgasm as well.

"Fuck, you like having Lessi's cum all over you, don't you baby?" Leah pants from behind you.

"Y-yeah!" Is all you get out before Leah increases her speed.

"You wanna come, too?" Alessia is slowly stroking herself with one hand still as she's watching the two of you. Her other hand now comes up to your cunt and she smears her own cum even more all over you. Then she uses her thumb to roughly rub your clit. The stimulation sends pleasure right into your core, making you moan loudly.

"Be a good girl and come for us." Alessia tells you and you want nothing more than to please the two women. You grind down against Leah's thrusts once and then fall apart between the two women completely, trembling as your powerful orgasm hits you all at once.

Your orgasm apparently makes Leah cum as well, you feel her fuck you through it and then she thrusts into you as deeply as possible, before stilling her movements burried in you as you feel her cum filling you up.

All three of you are panting heavily now and for a moment those are the only noises in the room as you all come down from your highs.

You feel Leah slowly slipping out of you and whine. She chuckles and lifts you to place you on the bed next to her. With her cock gone, some of her cum slowly starts to drip out of you and onto your thighs and the bed.

Leah lies down more in the middle of the bed, her cock still semi-errect. You wait for either of them to tell you what to do next.

"Clean her up, baby." Alessia tells you and you immediately crawl over to Leah, Alessia right behind you.

"On your knees."

You push yourself on your knees as your hand comes to Leah's shaft. You guide her semi-hard cock into your mouth, just running your tongue all over her shaft, licking off and tasting both her and your own release on her cock. You let go of her with a pop and then run your opened mouth over her cock, barely touching her, but just enough, before you start to give her tip more attention.

Behind you, the bed dips as Alessia comes up to you. You know that you're practically presenting her with your pussy with the position you're in. At the thought of presenting her with your cunt, you shuffle your legs a bit further apart in the hopes of spreading yourself open just a little bit more to show her what awaits her.

Alessia runs her hands over your ass and hips and you hear her groan at the feeling of your flesh in her hands.

Despite Leah just fucking you through an orgasm you feel empty and can't wait to finally feel Alessia's cock inside you as well, you wish she'd just fuck you already. You buck your hips back into her direction a bit.

Alessia chuckles and kneads your ass. "Are you ready for me?"

You whine around Leah's cock and spread your thighs some more. You feel Alessia's cock sitting on your pussy now, but she doesn't push in yet. Just like Leah had before, Alessia runs her cock over your slit, taking some of Leah's cum that's still dripping out of you to spread it all over your cunt and her own cock.

You hear her chuckle again, she's apparently having fun teasing you.

"So eager." You can practically hear the smirk in her voice.

To be able to talk, you pull yourself off Leah's cock. "Please, Less, fuck me, please."

"You want to be filled by my thick cock so badly, don't you, baby?" Alessia asks but doesn't wait for an answer. "Let’s see how you'll handle it."

With that, she lines herself up with your opening and shoves her entire cock deep inside your dripping wet cunt. You cry out around Leah's cock in your mouth, the feeling of being spread open by Alessia with one push is both very pleasurable and a little painful at the same time.

Her cock doesn't reach as deep as Leah's had, but her thickness stretches you deliciously, making you whimper and groan around Leah with each slow thrust.

You're glad Alessia is settling into a slower and steady pace for now, letting you get used to her. Her hands are on your hips, both her thumbs stroking you softly.

You bob your head up and down on Leah's cock and when you feel her slowly get hard again, you suck on her head, making her moan.

"Just like that baby, fuck, taking us so well." She runs her hand through your hair, almost tenderly.

When Leah is fully hard again, she pulls you off her cock. You look at her with wide eyes through your lashes, wondering if you've done something wrong. But she just pushes herself up on her knees in front of you, presenting you with her cock once more.

Leah pulls on your hair a bit and when you open your mouth to whimper, she pushes her cock back into your now waiting mouth. She pushes in deeply and roughly, hitting the back of your throat with her tip and making you choke around her cock. The tightening of your throat squeezes her cock and she moans deeply.

"Yes, baby, take me with that hot mouth of yours Feels so good!"

You feel Alessia quicken her thrusts into you now, her veiny cock runs along your walls, making you feel each thrust everywhere.

Leah tangles her hand in your hair and now has full control over your head as she practically locks the back of your head in place. Alessia's grip on your hips tightens at the same time, stopping you from moving them as well.

Now, you're locked in between the two blondes, Alessia fucking into you from behind with hard and rough thrusts and Leah fucking your mouth deeply with her long cock. Your whole body is shaking from both their thrusts without you having any form of control over any of your movements.

You revel in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly on both ends, your body feels like it's on fire, pleasure and heat pulsing through you.

"You're taking us so well, pretty girl." Alessia praises from behind you. "So well, we could just fuck you like this forever, our perfect girl."

Her words hit you deep inside, going right to your core. You feel yourself clench around her cock. Alessia of course notices.

"You like that so much, don't you? Being all perfect for us, letting us use you like this?"

You moan at her words, sending vibrations through Leah's cock, making her moan loudly as well. Her grip in your hair tightens as she nears her orgasm. She thrusts into your mouth steadily, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly now.

Alessia's cock twitches inside of you and you know that she's close to her own orgasm as well. You clench your pussy and try to back your ass into her, trying to meet her thrusts and help make her cum.

Her thrusts turn more erratic and you eagerly await her orgasm. But you get surprised by Leah first. Her grip on the back of your head tightens even more and she keeps your head locked in place, pushing her cock as far into your mouth as possible. Her whole body seems to be pushing against you as she holds you so that she can empty herself into your mouth.

Her cum hits the back of your throat and you choke but don't and can't move off her. Instead, you swallow as much of her cum as you can, but you feel some of it spilling out of your mouth and dripping down your chin as well.

"Swallow, pretty girl, doing such a good job. Fuck, take all my cum!"

Apparently, those words are what does it for Alessia as well.

"Fuck, take both our loads, baby!" She moans and then you feel her hot seed hit your walls. You moan as you cum right with them, the coil inside of you exploding at the feeling of being filled with their cum from both ends, it feels all-consuming and overwhelming in the best way. You feel surrounded by them and that has you reeling.

When you slowly come down from your orgasm, you feel your whole body getting tired and just want to collapse onto the bed, needing to take a breath.

Leah's grip on your head is loosening and her cock slips out of your mouth. You just let yourself fall forward, face first, without her holding you up anymore, Alessia's cock slipping out of you in the process, making both of you groan.

Leah scoots down next to you, her hand now coming to your back, softly caressing you. Alessia lies down on your other side, where your face is turned to. Her face comes close to yours and you can see the sparkle in her eyes.

"Well done, baby."

You whimper appreciatively at her words which makes both of them chuckle.

Alessia joins Leah's hand on your back and they both just let them wander all over you with soft movements while you catch your breath. The room is completely silent for a while all three of you just existing together.

You free your hand from underneath yourself and put it on Alessia's stomach, drawing very slow circles there.

Alessia's hand comes to your face and she pulls you towards herself, kissing you deeply. It's a slow but passionate kiss, both of you putting everything into it. Alessia groans and you know she's enjoying the taste of Leah still clinging to your tongue.

You feel Leah's lips on your back, lazily trailing kisses from your spine all the way up to your neck. She bites down teasingly, making you moan into Alessia's mouth.

Leah is now draped halfway over you from behind, sandwiching you once again between herself and Alessia. She kisses along your jaw and then reaches over you to redirect Alessia's mouth to her own.

Their kisses turn sloppy rather quickly, all teeth and tongues. They're making out literally right in front of your face and you feel it affecting you deep inside once more. You didn't think you still had any energy left in you, but seeing and hearing them make out like that had apparently spurred you on enough.

You move a little between them, not knowing what you want to accomplish with that but feeling the need to do something. Then you let your hand wander and bump into something. You feel around a bit more and discover that Alessia is already hard once again.

That makes you squirm even more, turned on by the mere thought of either one of them inside of you again. Now you can feel Leah twitching against your back as well, deepening the feeling of want inside of you.

You move your hips a bit against Alessia's thigh, searching for friction against your aching cunt but just her leg won't suffice. You whine, growing more desperate by the second.

Leah and Alessia pull away from each other, probably disturbed by your movements. Alessia grins cheekily down at you.

"You haven't had enough of us yet baby?"

You whine and shake your head, flushing at the look on her face.

"Do you think you can take both of us at the same time, pretty girl?" You can feel Leah's breath against your ear as she talks.

Your eyes widen at the implication of Leah's words, the thought sends a shiver down your back and you whimper, feeling yourself growing wetter at the thought of both of them fucking you at the same time.

"Can't take Alessia in my ass though, too thick." You mumble.

Alessia laughs and caresses your face with her hand.

"As you wish, baby."

Leah disappears from behind you and Alessia pulls you completely on top of herself. She kisses you again, much more demanding than just minutes before, pushing her tongue in and exploring your mouth with ferocity. Her hands are all over your body and you completely give yourself to the feeling of her all over you once more.

You reach down and in-between the two of you to line up her cock with your pussy. You push back once and slowly sink down on her, making her pull away from your mouth for a long moan.

"You feel so good baby," Alessia says against your ear "I can feel all our cum inside of you, so hot."

You slowly move on top of Alessia, just wanting to feel her inside of you and getting ready for Leah.

Alessia pulls you down against her once more, and you look over your shoulder to see what Leah is doing. You can see that she got lube from somewhere that she's now generously spreading over her cock. She's pumping it with long strokes, getting herself ready.

"Relax baby." Alessia says and lets her hands roam over your back again. "It'll be much easier if you're relaxed."

You let yourself fall completely into Alessia, lying on top of her, not moving, not exerting any muscles. Her hands caress your ass and she coos in your ear. "Such a good girl for us, you've been doing so well, our good girl."

Leah works some lube into your ass with her hands. She slowly pushes her thumb inside of you, stretching your hole and preparing you for her cock. Then the tip of her cock presses against your hole, obviously much wider than her thumb had been. You spread your legs and effectively spread yourself open a bit more when you feel her slowly working her cock inside your ass.

She slowly sinks into you deeper and deeper, giving you time to adjust to the new feeling. You whimper with each centimeter she sinks deeper into you.

Feeling both cocks inside of you is an entirely new form of fullness for you. You've never felt this filled and you let the pleasure of it wash over you, everything just feels more now.

"So damn tight." Leah grits her teeth while talking. "Feels so good, baby."

"Are you alright?" Alessia asks you.

You only moan loudly at her question, nodding your head against her. "So- full." You pant heavily, starting to move against them slowly.

"Aww, are you a bit overwhelmed, pretty girl? Why don't you let us do the work, hmm?"

With that, Alessia and Leah both begin to move. They work with a counter-rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulls out. This rhythm ensures that you're never left empty, one of them always fully inside of you.

They move inside of you and you can only moan uncontrollably, completely losing track of anything but the feeling of being filled at all times and their bodies against you.

You are so overwhelmed with them all over and around you that you feel your orgasm approaching only when it's almost there. The coil in your core feels so tight all of a sudden that you know it's going to snap any second now.

"I'm gonna c-cum." You barely get the words out when the third orgasm of the night overtakes you very quickly. You shake between the two women, completely lost in the feeling of your orgasm and the pleasure all over your body. Both of your holes clench around their cocks, sending the other two women over the edge as well.

Both Leah and Alessia groan at the same time as their orgasms hit them simultaneously. You didn't think you could feel any fuller than you had just seconds before but with both of them pumping their seed inside of you, you feel even fuller than before.

You moan and shake at the feeling of both of them cumming deep inside of you at the same time, feeling entirely spent now. Leah's cum inside of your ass is an entirely new feeling to you and Alessia's cum is filling your cunt even more than it already was, effectively filling you to the brink.

Leah collapses into you and you both rest your full weights on top of Alessia who welcomes you with a huff. You feel both of their cocks soften inside of you, before you fall asleep, entirely exhausted from taking both of them into all your holes.

[ficsbylexi]

Skirts and Sweats — Part 1

Leah Williamson x OFC

Shot warnings: this is literally just fluffy

Author’s note: I swear when I saw Leah in the new kit I fell to my knees. Bit short for my liking.

Word count: 1347

Summary: England’s new kit drops. Leah’s girlfriend adores it.

Leah fumbled with her keys, hair in what could generously be described as a half-bun. The kind that said I gave up halfway through but what counts is that my hair is up, right? She sighed the moment she pushed the door open, toeing off her trainers as her oversized t-shirt slouched even more off her shoulder, revealing the faintest line of her sports bra strap. Baggy grey sweats clung low on her hips, and all she wanted now was food, a shower, and to lay down on her girlfriend until she couldn’t remember what soreness even felt like. Charlie must be home by now, she thinks.

“Babe, I’m ho—”

She didn’t even get to finish the sentence. A blur of limbs and warmth collided with her, nearly knocking her backwards into the door she’d only just shut. Arms looped around her neck, and then came the rapid, joyful, enthusiastic kisses.

“Hi—wait, what—baby?” Leah laughed breathlessly, but it turned into a squeak as a flurry of kisses landed all over her face. Her cheeks. Her nose. Her forehead. Her chin. A smacking one right between her eyebrows that made her giggle. “What’s gotten into you?”

“You. Have. Gotten. Into. Me,” her girlfriend declared between pecks. “I saw the promo. The England kit drop. Oh my God, Leah Cathrine Williamson—”

Leah groaned, dropping her bag onto the floor with a thud and covering her face with her hands. “Nooo, you saw it?”

“Everyone saw it! It’s all over Twitter and Instagram. You, in that away kit? With the skirt, babe?! It’s such a once-in-a-blue-moon type of thing for you that I swoon every time you wear one!”

Leah flushed a pink that crawled from her ears to her neck, and she tried to escape—but her girlfriend clung tighter.

“Stop it, stop looking at me like that,” Leah muttered into her hands, her voice muffled but grinning underneath it. “I’m literally in sweats right now.”

“And still the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” her girlfriend said without missing a beat, pulling her hands gently away to resume the campaign of smooches. “But that Leah? England captain, power pose, in a skirt? I nearly dropped my phone. Babe, you looked like a magazine cover. Like you belonged in Women’s Health or Sports Illustrated.”

Leah ducked her head, hiding against her girlfriend’s shoulder. “This is so embarrassing.”

“This is the opposite of embarrassing,” her girlfriend said sweetly, carding a hand through the messy half-bun and pressing a kiss to the crown of Leah’s head. “You wear kits and boots and look like you could destroy a nation. You wear a skirt once and suddenly I’m short-circuiting.”

“Don’t make me regret doing that shoot,” Leah mumbled, though her grin gave her away.

“Too late. You’ve created a monster.”

“I swear you like me best when I’m miserable and embarrassed.”

“I like you best when you’re just being you. Baggy sweats or hot photoshoot Leah, I’m obsessed either way.” She cupped Leah’s face, soft now, all fondness, pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose. “But today, I’m kissing your pretty face until you believe me.”

Leah melted, eyes fluttering shut as gentle lips met her skin again—this time slower, reverent. Each kiss like a full sentence in a love letter.

“Okay, okay,” she whispered eventually, voice thick with emotion. “You win. You always do.”

“I know,” her girlfriend hummed, smiling against her cheek. “But I also always kiss the prize.” Leah left a soft chuckle, feeling butterflies in her stomach at Charlie’s enthusiasm. “Go shower and put your pijamas on, I’ll make something quick for dinner.”

About half an hour later, the flat smelled like heaven.

Leah’s nose twitched as she padded into the living room after her shower, freshly changed into another oversized tee—this time Charlie’s—, some soft cherry print shorts and fuzzy socks. Her hair, now clean and a little damp, was down and brushing her shoulders. She smelled of tropical shampoo and warm skin, and the moment she spotted the spread on the coffee table, her jaw dropped.

“Charlie…”

There they were: homemade chicken nuggets, perfectly golden. Fries—crinkled, ever since they bought that cutter, her girlfriend has been obsessed with it— arranged like little edible sculptures. Two massive smoothies in matching tumblers, pink and frothy with little strawberry slices stuck to the rim. And popcorn. A mountain of popcorn in their biggest bowl, half of it already drizzled with something that looked suspiciously like melted butter.

Charlie, barefoot in shorts and one of Leah’s old Arsenal hoodies, was just finishing adjusting the pillows and blankets on the sofa. She turned with a proud smile. “You always take care of everyone else, Lee. Let me take care of you tonight.”

Leah blinked, emotion catching at the back of her throat.

“I don’t deserve you,” she mumbled, shuffling forward and dropping a kiss to Charlie’s cheek.

“Sure you do. You’re my golden retriever in football boots. Now sit down before it gets cold!”

They ate sitting cross-legged, leaning into each other, the glow of the TV flickering across their faces. The movie had already started—some delightfully predictable lesbian rom-com set in a beach town, complete with a grumpy/sunshine pairing and a slow-burn rivals-to-lovers plot. Every now and then, Leah made a snarky comment about a line of dialogue, and Charlie would smack her thigh gently and say, “Let me live!”

Once their bellies were full and Leah’s head was lolling a little, Charlie tugged her close.

“C’mere,” she whispered, pulling Leah down to lie on top of her.

Leah let out a sleepy hum, crawling over like a content cat. She sprawled herself over Charlie with a soft sigh, head resting on her chest, their legs tangled instinctively. Her hand slid under the hem of Charlie’s hoodie, just to touch skin.

“This is the best,” Leah mumbled, barely audible over the soft music in the film. “Like. Ever.”

Charlie only smiled, wrapping both arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “My pleasure.”

Leah let out a low, sleepy laugh, and Charlie could feel her smile even without seeing it.

With the movie playing on, Charlie’s fingers found Leah’s hair, slow and soothing as they untangled it from the base of her neck down. Every so often, she’d whisper something—quiet and reverent.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You always work so hard.”

“You deserve all the love in the world.”

“I love you so much.”

Each phrase was followed by a kiss to her forehead, her temple, her cheek.

Leah didn’t say much back, but her arms curled tighter around Charlie’s waist, her breathing slow and deepening. She was safe. She was loved. She was full—in more ways than one.

When the movie ended and the credits rolled, Leah lifted her head, just slightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

Charlie smiled, brushing her thumb over Leah’s cheek.

“Yeah, I know. But say it again anyway.”

Leah blushed, nose wrinkling a little. “I love you, Charlie.”

“I love you too,” Charlie whispered, pulling the blanket tighter over them both. “Especially when you’re in a skirt.”

Leah groaned, burying her face in Charlie’s neck with a muffled, “You’re never letting this go, are you?”

“Not a chance. But come one, we should go to bed.”

“But aren’t we comfortable here?”

Leah’s cute pout almost convinced Charlie to give in, but knowing how busy she’d be the next day, she added: “We need to brush our teeth first. And you know I need to wake up extra-early tomorrow, honey. Let’s go, we can cuddle in bed.” Leah whined, hiding her face again in the crook of Charlie’s neck, the faint smell of her perfume relaxing her. “Lee…”

“Yes, my love?”

“Get up or I’ll tickle you.”

It took less than a second for Leah to get up, pulling Charlie’s hand with urgency. “Come on, darling, we need to brush our teeth and you have an early morning tomorrow.”

[leahsgirlie]

Bad dreams are gone (Leah Williamson x reader)

Summary: Leah had a bad dream and seek comfort in your embrance

A/n: English is my second language, please be kind xxx

Warnings: mention of nightmare, kinda short, fluff

It was the middle of the night when you were awakened by a quiet whimper next to you. You immediately knew that something was wrong. Something was wrong with Leah.

Leah was lying next to you, and you could feel that she was shaking and something happened to her. You reached out to rub her back.

‘Leah, sweetheart, is something wrong?’ you asked with concern.

Then she found you with her gaze — and you immediately knew she had been crying.

She had recently returned to the field after several months of ACL treatment. Although the treatment went well, and you were her biggest support throughout, Leah was racked with anxiety about not being able to play. Doing what she loved most in the world. Right after you.

You wiped her tears away with gentle kisses on her cheek.

‘Hey, Leah, love, I'm here…’ You pulled her close to you, her body trembling as she buried her face in your neck.

‘It was just a dream, love. It is gone. You're safe. I'm here,’ you whispered into her hair as you bounced her gently, as if it could shake off the remnants of the nightmare.

‘It was so real,’ she murmured into your skin. ‘I thought I was going to lose you.’

‘Never, Leah. That will never happen.’ You held her tighter, almost protecting her with your arms to make her feel safe. You gently stroked her and kissed her hair.

Her breathing was still shaky, but it slowly calmed down as you stroked her back and whispered soothing words.

‘Can I just… cuddle up?’

‘You can cuddle up anytime.’ You smiled and pulled the blanket over both of you. Leah snuggled up to you, her legs tangled with yours, her head resting on your chest. You kissed her forehead and held her as close as you could.

‘Can you hear that?’ you asked quietly.

‘What?’ she whispered.

‘My heartbeat. It's just for you.’

Leah smiled faintly and pressed closer. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too. And I'm here. I'll always be here.’

You spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, in a silence that was no longer oppressive – just peaceful. No dreams. Just the two of you.

[yamumsyadadd]

the end of the road

The start of a new series :) alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson!ex wife. Other writings about it here: 4 times

When you were thirteen you thought you met the love of your life, but now at twenty-six you realised you were wrong. 

Leah had always been the pretty, popular girl. When you immigrated to Melton Kaynes in 2013 with your papa, you were intimidated by her. Her natural blonde hair and blue eyes made everyone fawn over her. Everyone but you. Though that would quickly change. 

After an assignment threw the two of you together, she wanted to be around you. You didn’t think you were anything special, your ordinary brown hair, brown eyes and Spanish skin but to Leah, you were the most beautiful person she’d ever seen. 

There was something about your demeanour that drew her in. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care what people thought about you, or the way you helped others in class when they didn’t understand. She wasn’t sure, but she was ready to risk everything for you. 

Leah would follow you around like a puppy begging for a crumb of food. She wanted your attention, for you to see her. Truthfully you did see her but you weren’t confident in your own sexuality, so why would you be confident in hers? 

Slowly, your walls around her came down. You had a lot more in common than you realised. Her parents were divorced and so were yours. The only difference was who you lived with. Your mami had stayed behind in Spain, continuing on with the group homes and foster care foundation she had started. Your papa opted to move back to England and extend the foundation to more European countries. 

It was a random Tuesday when you first kissed Leah. She was rambling on about some football thing she disagreed with and you couldn’t help it. After the initial confusion Leah kissed back. It didn’t even get to the end of the day before she asked you to be her girlfriend, you were slightly hesitant, but said yes nonetheless. 

You tried to hide the relationship from both your parents. Your mami was the one that caught it first, secretly telling your papa not to freak out if and when you decided to share the news. It took a few months before you felt confident and comfortable enough to share it with them. 

Since their divorce, they remained friends. Real friends, there was no huge fight or cheating that caused it, they simply just grew apart and no longer loved each other in that way. As all three of you sat around the dinner table in Barcelona, you started to cry. The overwhelming feeling that your parents would be disappointed, angry or even resentful.

“Querida, what’s wrong?” Your mami was alarmed, one minute you were all laughing then you burst into tears. 

“I’m in love with Leah. She’s my girlfriend, I’m a lesbian.” It came out in a mumbled mess. “Please don’t be mad.” You quickly added once you realised neither of your parents were talking. 

“Pumpkin, we know.” Your papa smiled at you. 

“You do?” 

“Of course. Why do you think you have to keep your bedroom door open when she’s over? Or that she has to sleep in the guest room for sleepovers?” Oh. You never thought about that. 

“Why would we be mad?” 

“I don’t know. I guess because I won’t give you grandkids?” 

“You can have a baby another way. I’m sure if and when the time comes, you will give us the most perfect grandchildren.” Your mami wiped your tears. She was wrong though. 

As the years progressed, so did your relationship with Leah. Throughout the final two years of highschool you were an anchor to each other. When your mami was diagnosed with breast cancer, she was there. 

When your mami died eighteen months later, she was there. Holding you on the hospital floor as you sobbed so hard you made yourself sick. The entire time Leah was by your side, refusing to leave, letting you cry into her until you passed out. 

At twenty, Leah proposed in the country side of England. Without hesitation you tackled her to the ground repeatedly saying yes. You were going to marry the woman of your dreams. 

It felt like a dream, telling your friends and family, throwing an engagement party, having everyone congratulate you. Never in a million years did you expect for this to happen. 

Thanks to the inheritance you received from your mami, you were able to buy a house big enough for you and Leah, maybe a few kids down the line. It wasn’t the biggest or fanciest house, but it was yours. It felt and smelt like home. 

After being engaged for two years, you had set a date. The wedding was everything you and Leah had dreamed of. Her teammates from throughout the years, high school friends and your family from Spain were all in attendance. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in either of your minds. 

After the reception, you and Leah were able to sneak away for a few quiet moments. 

“You look so beautiful.” She said as she wrapped her arms around your waist. 

“So do you. I love you.” Your hand ran along her jaw as you took in the way she looked. Wanting to savour this moment forever. 

“I want to have a baby.” You were slightly taken aback with her serious tone but agreed straight away. 

Almost as soon as the honeymoon was over, the fertility treatments started. It didn’t take long, your second try, and you were pregnant. The pregnancy was a dream, you had limited morning sickness and no stretch marks. You and Leah were in heaven. But then the world shut down.

The COVID-19 restrictions awoke something inside of you. The feeling of missing your home country, the people who helped run the foundation and your mamis best friend, Marisol. You longed to go back to Spain, but with Leah’s football career kicking off you knew it wasn’t a possibility. 

The birth of your first child, a boy called Oscar, was something so magical and beautiful. You laboured at home with Leah for as long as you could, she was there doing whatever she could. Getting ice, massaging your lower back, swaying with you. You name it, Leah did it. 

After 49 hours, Oscar came into the world screaming incredibly loudly. As soon as he was put on your chest, both you and Leah burst into tears. 

Oscar was a dream baby. For a while it was just the three of you. While it was completely exhausting, it was worth it. You and Leah had created the most perfect little boy. You were happy with the life you created but you still longed to return home. 

It was harder to run the foundation from England then you anticipated. Marisol was taking care of the Spanish part of it, your dad looking after Germany and Switzerland. The UK was on you. Everything would go perfectly and then, in a blink of an eye, things would fall apart. 

Cracks started to appear in your marriage too. Leah was in the prime of her life, travelling all over for football, but you were stuck. Oscar was in nursery throughout the day when you worked but you couldn’t help but feel empty. 

Leah was coming home later, sometimes close to midnight. The sex had dwindled to maybe once a fortnight if you were lucky. You were the one that did everything. The laundry, house cleaning, paid all the bills, took Oscar to swimming and little kickers, read his bed night stories. It was as if you were a single parent. 

Then you noticed the signs. The change of the her phone password, no more flaunting you on social media, inviting you to team events. She made it seem like she was single. 

Oscar was only fourteen months old. You could see the future you hoped for disappear in a flash. Amanda, Leah’s mum, had taken Oscar for the night. It was supposed to be your date night. 

But as you sat there in the couch, heels thrown off near the door, dress started to feel constrictive, you realised that Leah wasn’t coming home. 

It was well past midnight when Leah came in. smelling like alcohol and someone else’s perfume. 

“Where have you been?” You asked, anger evident in your voice. 

“Out with mum.” She couldn’t even lie properly. 

“That’s a lie.” You said as you stood up, “your mum has Oscar. He’s been there since 3pm.” You watched her reaction. You walked closer to her, wanting her to know how serious you were, “I don’t care who she is. If you keep seeing her, we are done. Oscar and I will go back to Spain.” 

“Babe-“

“No.” You put your hand up to stop her, “it’s us or her. You decide.” 

She chose your family. You never asked who the girl was, you suspected, but it was never confirmed. You made her go to therapy, then for you both to go to marriage counselling. You worked hard to regain trust and Leah proved to you again why you loved her. 

It took six months but then stupidly you agreed to a second baby. For the first two trimesters Leah was there. Helping more with Oscar, doing house work, taking you out on dates and being the loving wife you knew she was. 

As you were nearing your final month of pregnancy, things were getting harder. Leah was barely around, the love you once shared seemed to be a distance memory. Most nights you cried yourself to sleep, hand in your belly as you did so. 

You needed help, Leah would have excuse after excuse so you hired a nanny. Isobel was from Spain too, spending the year studying in London. She was perfect, you were able to speak your mother language to her, Oscar picked it up quickly too. 

It was a relief. To have the help with Oscar and household chores. You got to focus on the last few days of work before you went on maternity leave. The due date of your daughter was approaching fast, as was Christmas. 

The Christmas market was a favourite of yours. The light snow dusted the ground, the smell of cinnamon and hot chocolate filled the air. Oscar looked so cute in his winter suit with his gloves and hat, and there was Leah. Looking as beautiful as you remembered. 

You felt giddy like a children when she told you she’d be joining the two of you tonight. This would probably be your last outing as a family of three. By the time you were at home in bed, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You were incredibly happy that your family was slowly coming back together. 

It didn’t last long though. On December 21st, you sat at home on the couch. Oscar was already in bed asleep and the time was nearing 8.30pm. All day you had been having slight contractions, but the sharp pain that ripped across your stomach was nothing you’d ever felt before. 

Something was very wrong. 

You tried ringing Leah. Over and over again. But each time she declined the call. You texted and she left you on read. The final text message you sent that she did reply to broke your heart. 

You: somethings wrong Leah. I’m bleeding and the pain is horrible. 

Leah: what do you want me to do about it?”

You: I need to go to the hospital. Oscar is asleep. 

Leah: call an uber or something. Idk. 

The anger you felt was very quickly replaced with fear. Your two and a half year old son was sleeping upstairs, your wife was being a bitch and there was no other option than to call for an ambulance. 

So that’s what you did. First you rang Amanda, Leah’s mum, then you rang an ambulance. As you potted around the loungeroom, blood was dropping onto the floor. You knew it needed to be cleaned before Oscar woke up otherwise he would freak out. 

Thankfully, Amanda arrived quickly and so did the ambulance. 

“Leah’s not coming. Please stay with Oscar.” You begged her as they loaded you up. Something flashed across Amanda’s face, probably anger and disappointment in her daughter but at that moment all you could focus on was your own daughter. 

Somewhere along the way you rang your dad and Marisol begging them to come as fast as they could. They tried but ultimately you gave birth to your beautiful daughter alone, at 4.44am. 

You were exhausted and didn’t even bother looking at your phone, missing the millions of instagram notifications until it was too late. 

Marisol was the first to get to the hospital, meeting your daughter, Amelia, a mere 45 minutes after she was born. She told you how proud she was of you, how you did such a good job and you couldn’t help but cry. 

Since your mami had died, Marisol took over that role. She was your mamis best friend, your godmother, one of the best people you knew. After a few hours and minimal sleep, you decided to message Leah. Letting her know that her daughter had been born. 

Before you could though you were overwhelmed with the amount of notifications on your phone. As you clicked on one, it lead you to the comments section of an instagram post. 

A post that contained your wife and a teammate. Kissing. At the same Christmas markets you took your son to a few days prior. You couldn’t stop the sob that came out of your mouth. Both your dad and Marisol stopping what that were doing immediately.

“What’s wrong!” 

“Is something hurting?” 

“Leah-“ was all you were able to get out, shoving your phone into Marisol’s hand. Their hearts broke for you, less than 10 hours after giving birth you found out your wife was cheating on you. 

It started to make sense. The distance, the late nights and early mornings, the way she separated herself. It made you nauseous. Was she cheating when she begged for a second kid? Did she fuck someone in the house you lived in together? In your bed? 

Before you had the chance to completely spiral, Oscar ran into the room. Excited to meet his baby sister and see his mama. There was a look of anger on Jacob’s face when he walked in and saw Leah still wasn’t there. 

For an hour they kept up appearances but then you politely asked everyone but Amanda to leave. 

“Leah cheated on me. I don’t know details, and I don’t want to know details but I want all of her stuff out of my house by the time I’m home.” 

Amanda was confused so you took the liberty to show her the photos. Confusion turned into anger. She called her own family to organise the removal of Leah’s belongings, your dad took the chance to call a locksmith. 

If or when Leah decided to return to the family home she would find all of the locks changed and her belongings at her mother’s. 

You were good in a crisis. Level headed and calm, always the first point of call when something went wrong with the foundation and this was no different. The crisis was now your life and you had to fix it. 

Christmas was a good distraction, Leah had attempted to reach out, to promise it was a mistake, a one time thing. but the wound had been created and she couldn’t fix it now. 

Over new years Oscar struggled. You all did. thankfully your dad and Marisol hung around for as long as they could. 

Leah had only met Amelia twice. By the second time she didn’t seem interested at all. As if this baby was just a burden to her. Amanda visited often, as did Jacob. One night you decided to break the news to them. Oscar was already passed out in bed and Amelia was asleep in the bassinet. 

“I’m moving back to Spain. The kids will obviously be coming too. I’m selling the house.”

“What about Leah?” Amanda asked. 

“She can see the kids whenever she likes. I won’t keep them from her. However in the last week she hasn’t reached out at all.”

“That’s it? You’re giving up?” Jacob asked, raising his voice. 

“There’s nothing to give up on Jake. She cheated, she ruined this family. Not me. I gave birth alone, I have been raising our son alone.” 

“Have you told her?” 

“I tried. She left my message on read. I sent in the divorce papers, I don’t want any money from her, I don’t want to fight over this but I will if I have to.” 

Amanda let a few tears slip before she spoke up, “you deserve better.” 

“Mum!”

“No jacob she does. Leah broke this family, Leah left her wife alone to give birth, she went out to a public place and snogged a teammate. You can love your sister but this, this is her fault. Y/n, I will support you through this. You’re a wonderful mother, both those kids are incredibly lucky to have you.” You cried as she hugged you goodbye, the chapter was closing and while it is what you wanted, you felt incredibly heartbroken. 

Leah fought the divorce. It was ugly and it was messy. The prenup prevented either of you from getting each other’s money, you would keep the house. The judge agreed that sole custody would reside with you for the mean time and in a year it would be revisited. 

The alienation started almost immediately. Leah would tell Oscar it was you that broke up the family, that you were taking him away from her. Never once did you correct her, there was no way you wanted to mess up his toddler mind more than it already was. 

Spain was a breath of fresh air. You had reached out to Isobel, explaining most of what had happened and said if she was to find herself in Barcelona anytime soon, you’d happily hire her again. 

Oscar settled into his new daycare easily, at home he wasn’t so settled. You tried to be understanding, but it was so incredibly hard. Your marriage was over, your soon to be ex wife was alienating your son, the friends you shared with her slowly stopped reaching out. 

Once your maternity leave ended, you threw yourself into the foundation. Wanting to make it grow, fix everything you could. 

The idea of a compound came to you in the middle of the night. Amelia was teething and as you sat there comforting her you thought about all the teen parents doing the best they could. Fostering teenagers wasn’t something many people did, so foster a teenager who had a baby was even more limited. 

You drew up a rough plan, something to discuss with Marisol later in the day. It consisted of an apartment style complex, 6 or 7 houses, 1 and 2 bedroom apartments with one on the end for a caregiver. 

When you bought the idea up with Marisol and Miriam, the manager of the under 10s portfolio, they were on board immediately. It wouldn’t be easy to pull off but you were sure you could do it. 

While you threw yourself into work to get over the heartbreak, Leah threw herself into the beds of other women. No matter how hard to tried to avoid it, there was pictures and comments plastered on the internet. 

Oscars behaviour was getting worse. After every phone call, every quick visit, he would come back rude and mean. You knew he was struggling but you also knew that he couldn’t talk to people like that. Leah refused to help, she claimed he was the perfect child for her and this was all your fault. 

As the months pushed on, you worked tirelessly to began this project and when it started, you couldn’t help but shed some happy tears. All the extra hours you put in once the kids were asleep was finally going to pay off. 

When Leah tore her ACL you were conflicted. On one hand you were sad she wouldn’t be able to captain her team in the World Cup, but on the other hand she would be able to be move present in your children’s lives. 

Her relationship with the now five month old Amelia, was practically nonexistent. You weren’t breastfeeding, finding that it was causing you more stress than it was worth. When offered to have her over night, Leah would straight up refuse. It was getting to a point that was concerning to you. At no point did you want your daughter to grow up feeling less Love from her own mother. 

Oscar’s third birthday was fast approaching. Leah, who had done her knee, wouldn’t be attending the pre-world cup camps. Her family and yours would come together in Spain and celebrate him. As much as it hurt seeing her and her family, you had to swallow your own feelings to put Oscar first. 

He loved every second of it, all the attention, the food, the love. It had been a while since he had been that happy. As the day came to a close, Jacob and Oscar were outside on the trampoline, Marisol and Amanda were pottering around tidying up and you had just put Amelia to sleep when Leah came up behind you. 

“I miss you.” She whispered, learning up against the door frame. 

“Leah-“

“No I do. I know I fucked up but I want to fix it. I love you, only you.” She looked at you like you hung the moon, as much as you still loved Leah, you couldn’t do that to yourself. 

“I can’t Leah. You cheated on me, left me to have a baby alone. I know you’re sad and scared and whatever but I’m not the person to find comfort in. I’m sorry.” You tried to push past but she grabbed on your arm. In an instant her mouth was on yours, kissing you. 

For a moment you let yourself melt into it. Forgetting what it was like to be kissed by here but then you realised what was happening and pushed her off. “Leah no.” It’s all you could muster before you headed back outside to collect Oscar. 

After that night, something in Leah switched. She started to be more cruel, not just to you but everyone around. 

You tried to co parent with her, but ultimately you had to take her back to court and get help. From that point on, all communication went through a parenting app. The lawyers and court could read it all and see what was being said. 

The worst part of it all was watching the fallout on social media. Leah’s fans were coming for your throat. Everything was your fault, it didn’t matter that she cheated, that she ruined your family. To them, their favourite captain could so no wrong. 

things changed when you met alexia. You were scared, nervous but mostly excited.

[wileys-russo]

the good partner test II l.williamson

the good partner test II l.williamson

"but how do i know if they're worth the hassle? dating sucks!" steph groaned impatiently, swearing as her head thumped against the wall where she'd thrown it back.

"oo someone get steffy a helmet!" kyra mocked, sprinting out of the change rooms at the evil look sent to her by your fellow matildas teammate.

"well first of all you make sure they're not like kyra." beth chimed in with a snicker as she laced up her boots. "hey i think someone with energy could be good for her." lia defended as steph simply sighed, rubbing the back of her head with a wince.

"she needs a boyfriend not a man child!" "and who said energy means a man child?" "have you met kyra?" "she is not dating kyra!" "she needs someone calm, someone reliable." "you can be reliable and fun! she needs someone fun."

"i think she needs the two of you to stop talking about her and her love life like she isn't right here listening." you chimed in over the top of them, both girls falling silent as steph chuckled and squeezed your knee in appreciation.

"how many dates have you been on with this new guy now?" you asked curiously as steph paused to think. "mm three? but theres also bakery man and finance bro." steph retorted, the way she'd nicknamed her current escapades making you grin.

"can't forget tesco twat." beth added on as steph grimaced. "he is not on the roster, we called him that for a reason." the older girl rolled her eyes as you laughed again. "the roster? god you need to stop hanging out with kyra." you shook your head as the brunette shoved you playfully.

"it can't be considered hanging out if she invites herself over to see calvin and eat my food!" "stephanie i told you to change your locks, she had a key made for mine and leahs place too, the little freeloader."

"but, if you're not sure which of these guys to pursue seriously, and if thats something you're ready for. theres always the good partner test!" you shrugged as all three girls gave you a perplexed look.

"what? none of you have ever heard of that?" "no?"

"how do you think i have this?" you grinned holding up your hand, the rock of an engagement ring shining prettily on your finger, quickly lowering your hand with a wince at the glare sent your way by lia.

"sorry stephy." you apologized sheepishly, having been there for her the very day she'd handed back her own engagement ring to her now ex fiancé. "its fine! its been a few months now, and i know i'm better off." the brunette nodded to herself as the three of you quickly agreed.

"so, good partner tests?" "yes! they're just simple little things you can use on someone to see if they're a good fit for you or not. you know like ask them to peel an orange for you, see if they hold a door open for you? or you can present them with a problem where you know what the solution should be, and see if they come to that conclusion on their own." you explained.

"is that like an australian thing? because i have never heard of it." beth frowned as lia nodded along in agreeance making your eyes roll. "no! but it does work. i tested leah after we'd been on a few dates, she passed with flying colours and look at us now!" you held up your ring again as lia winced on your behalf at the gesture.

"you've been doing it for that long?" steph asked in disbelief as you nodded seriously. "since like, high school? dodged a few bullets here and there with it, trust me." you promised, the others looking on skeptically.

"you remember blake?" you questioned steph who shook her head as you sighed. "rat teeth?" you tried again quietly as immediately she perked up. "oh her! from when you played at victory? yeah yeah." the girl waved you to continue.

"well she failed the partner test, guess where she is now?" "with more teeth missing?" "ha ha. no, she's serving 5-10 for stealing money from her boss! bullet? dodged."

"i distinctly remember tell you to break up with her anyway?" "besides the point! if she hadn't failed, i could still be with her." you shrugged, all three girls still clearly unsure of your method.

"you don't believe me? fine! how about i test leah again and you'll see how it works. then you can try it on some of your roster?" you offered up, sarcasm dripping in the last word as steph pinched you.

"so which test is first?"

"lee!" you called across the change rooms, your fiancé lost in her own world as she glanced off into the distance clearly disassociating. "leah!" you tried again, frida glancing up and shaking her lightly as you shot her a smile and the defender raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"i forgot my socks, can i borrow your spares please?" you questioned, a lie of course but you had a point to prove. "my spares are my spares, what if i need them?" the girl retorted back and you were a little caught off guard by the unexpected response.

"but, you don't need them?" "well not yet, but if i did and i'd given them to you, i wouldn't have them. would i?" "so i can't use them?" you scoffed, the taller girl standing with a shrug and rolling out a kink in her neck.

"should pack your own spares babe, like i've been telling you to." and with a teasing honk of your nose she was striding off across the room and leaving you with your mouth wide open in shock.

"well, do we call that strike one?" beth snickered as you looked up at her with a glare, reaching out to smack her as she darted out of the way.

"here." you looked up at a tap on your shoulder, a kind smile and a pair of socks held out your way. "thanks less." you accepted them gratefully despite not needing them, not wanting to explain leahs failure to another person.

"theres more tests! you'll see they work." you huffed grumpily at the amused looks on steph and lias faces, hurrying to get ready as to not make yourself late.

~

"right. watch this!" you tugged on stephs training bib to get her attention, a break called mid session as everyone headed over to get a drink and stretch.

arriving beside your fiancé you held your hand out expectantly for the water bottle in hers, leah giving you an odd look. "what?" the blonde questioned bluntly once she'd swallowed the water in her mouth. "i'm thirsty." you reached for her bottle as she quickly took a step back.

"so get some water? its right there." her foot pointed toward the other bottles as you frowned. "babe just give me a drink." you tried for her bottle again as she held it out of reach.

"no! get your own, muppet." her spare hand pushed at your forehead as she turned away from you to talk to stina, once more leaving you stunned at the unexpected reaction as steph whistled with a pitiful smile.

huffing you tapped on the blondes shoulder who turned around, raising an eyebrow. "yes?" "can you get me a water please?" you asked with a hopeful smile, your fiancé staring at you silently for a moment. "love are you concussed?" she questioned with furrowed eyebrows, a hand pressed against your head as you pushed it off.

"no! i'm thirsty." you again tried for her bottle as she stepped back and moved it. "well as i said, theres water right there. so drink some!" leah gulped another mouthful before tossing her bottle down on the used pile and jogging off back to the pitch.

"that was painful." beths arm slung over your shoulder with a whistle and a shake of her head. "get off! theres more tests, its just...an accident." you tried to excuse your fiances thus far horrible scores as beth held her hands up defensively.

once more you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning as yet again alessia stood there with a new bottle of water offered to you. "thanks less." you sighed with a smile, accepting it gratefully and falling into conversation with the striker until the whistle blew for training to recommence.

~

"look! this is an easy one." you interrupted steph mid sentence as the pair of you filed back toward the doors, most of the team already inside and very hungrily headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

hurrying ahead a little you waited by the now closed door, leah trudging toward you deep in conversation with one of the physios, sure enough pulling it open but you quickly ran right back into it as she pulled it closed after her.

"shit are you alright?" steph asked with wide eyes as you clutched your throbbing nose, though it was your pride which felt most wounded as steph hurried to pull the door open for the two of you, assuring her you were fine as you both headed for lunch.

by the time you'd collected your tray of food your hands were full and so were most of the tables, you and steph headed for your usual spots where sure enough it seemed as though your fiancé had saved you one next to her.

steph took a seat beside lia who pulled her chair out for her given both of you were laden down with your trays, however when you arrived expecting leah to do the same, she was too busy talking vic's ear off across the other table to even notice you arrived.

you cleared your throat, just loud enough for her to hear though it did nothing to deter her as she glanced up to flash you a smile before turning right back to continue almost yelling across the room in conversation.

of course someone else helped you out, alessia leaning over to push your chair out best she could from the awkward angle as you sat down, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the look of glee on beths face and the obvious pity on steph and lias.

still you were determined to continue, but now much more so for your own research than stephs.

which is why a short while later when leah was finally present enough to kiss your cheek hello, you nudged her and engaged in the next test, something she'd done a hundred times over and surely couldn't fail.

"baby can you peel this for me please?" you held out an orange toward the defender who frowned. "you're nearly twenty seven years old and you can't peel your own orange?" leah snickered, the usually playful comment doing nothing to amuse you.

"i got my nails done yesterday lee, can you just do it for me? please?" you remained composed, pushing it a little more toward her. "wouldn't the nails help you peel it more effectively?" she questioned as you caught beths eye who mouthed 'strike three' and made an out gesture with her hands before lia shoved them back down.

"oh forget about it." you huffed, placing it back down on your tray as leah shrugged, picking up her final piece of toast and turning to talk to kim who was sat on her other side.

"give it here." alessia chuckled, snatching your orange and starting to peel it, ignoring your protests you could do it with a wave of her hand and within seconds it was placed back down, the younger girl even getting up to dispose of the peels as she took her empty tray and headed off.

the final nail in the coffin was when leah stood to take her tray back and you held up yours, this time out of instinct and not even intended as a test.

"what your arms broken?" the blonde snickered, taking off and leaving your tray in your hands as you watched on, speechless and now defeated to say the least.

"do they have a strike five in baseball? or six? maybe even seven?" beth pondered as you slumped down into your seat. "she failed. every. single. test." you stared blankly at the table, head swimming with a pool of insecurity.

"hey but they're not real tests! she loves you more than anything, you know that." steph quickly moved to sit beside you, arm draped supportively over your shoulder.

"yeah if those tests were real all they showed us was you should be dating lessi, not leah." beth snickered, whining as lia pinched her harshly and mumbled something about being supportive.

"oi cheer up! look at that rock on your finger, would you have that if leah wasn't a good partner? would you have put up with her all these years if she wasn't? through the dirty dishes, the unfolded laundry, the lack of any culinary skills whatsoever, the-" again both lia and steph winced as beth started strong but very quickly began to fly downhill.

"i think i have to break up with her." you decided with a nod, pushing your chair back and grabbing your tray. "i-you what!" steph scrambled to follow after you as you only nodded and repeated the words.

"you're joking right? tell me this is a joke?" steph questioned as you shrugged, head still ablaze with disbelief at how poorly your own fiancé had done.

as you made your way to the media room for the final part of the day to study this weekends opponents, it seemed even steph was determined to give leah some credit as the two of you took your seats.

despite having left before you the blonde arrived after you, chattering away to lotte as you were too lost in your own bleak world to even pay her any attention.

"leah! do you wanna sit here? with your fiancé? i can move!" steph intervened, standing and offering her chair to the english woman who gave her an odd look. "nah you're fine steph, i see enough of her home." and with a chuckle off she went, taking now stephs final hopes along with her.

"jesus mate maybe you should break up with her." the older girl whispered causing a smile to tug at your lips as you knocked your knee into hers, renée calling for everyone's attention as the last of the chatter faded out and the lights dimmed.

if leah clocked anything was wrong between the two of you on the stoically silent drive home, she made no move to show it as she simply turned the radio up louder and sang along, barely glancing at you despite the simmering anger which was starting to radiate off of you with each road closer to home.

"babe should we get takeout for din-" "i want a divorce leah."

with those words you unbuckled yourself, grabbing your bag from the back and storming off inside, leaving the girl in the car behind you with her mouth hung wide open and your voice echoing in her ears.

coming to her senses at the slam of the front door she scrambled after you, leaving her bag behind and not even locking the car as you heard her fly inside and frantic footsteps pound against the floor as she called out for you.

"what the fuck do you mean you want a divorce? we're not even married yet!" leah came hurtling into the bedroom a hundred mile an hour, finding you sat on the bed unlacing your trainers.

"right well i want to break off the engagement then. get out! dickhead." you hurled a shoe at her which she barely ducked, flopping down into bed and rolling over to show her your back.

"excuse me would you mind telling me whats happened between us having sex in that bed this morning to you now slumped over in it wanting a divorce or an annulment whatever the fuck its called!" leah spat, crossing her arms over her chest and you could feel her eyes bore into you.

"you happened! you failed every single test today and do you know how embarrassing that is? we were engaged leah!" you sat up to huff at her with an evil look before flopping down with your back to her again.

"um last time i checked prior to you losing your actual fucking mind we are engaged! not were, are!" you felt the bed dip as she leaned over you and grabbed your hand, hold it up beside hers so both of your rings were visible.

"fine!" you sat up again, pushing away from her and stalking toward the front door. "what are you doing?" leah groaned dragging her hands down her face. "i'm taking off your engagement ring and its going in the dirt!" you announced, tugging it off your finger and holding it up with a sarcastic smile.

"oh no you're not!" you yelped as hands grabbed at you, pulling you away from the bedroom door as leahs leg shot out to kick it closed and she dragged you back to the bed.

"what. is. wrong. with. you?" the blonde grunted as the two of you wrestled on the mattress, you trying to get away and her trying to wrap you in some sort of death grip so you couldn't.

"let me go!" "no!" "you're an asshole!" "and you're crazy!" "get off me leah! right now!" you ordered, trying to wriggle down the bed before she moved to sit her full bodyweight on top of you, effectively pinning your flailing limbs beneath her knees.

"not until you tell me what the hells going on and why you're acting like this!" the blonde demanded with a glare as suddenly everything building up hit its tipping point and you went limp beneath her.

"why wouldn't you peel an orange for me leah! or share your water! or your socks! or open a door for me! or take my tray! you're supposed to be my fiancé!" you shouted up at her, voice cracking as leah looked down in bewilderment and you went limp beneath her.

"thats what this is about?" leah questioned as you groaned loudly, tugging your hands free to cover your face. "yes leah!"

"tests i failed...those were all tests? to what? see if i'm marriage material?" the english woman moved off of you as you both sat up in bed, a deep sigh leaving you as shook your head.

"steph is dating a bunch of guys and wasn't sure how to tell if any of them are worth the effort. so i was telling her an easy way to find out is a good partner test. like asking someone to peel an orange, or seeing if they open a door for you, or share socks, or their stupid fucking water bottle!" you smacked your fiances arm several times before she caught your hands in hers.

"i tested you years ago and you were the most kind hearted, funny, chivalrous, thoughtful person i'd ever met. so of course when steph didn't believe me that the tests work, i said i'd test you again to show they did." you continued to explain as leahs face paled.

"only you failed them! because you're a stupid selfish dickhead!" you grunted trying to pull your hands free though knowing it was to no doubt smack her again leah held on tightly.

"baby. you can't seriously think a few tests can determine something like that?" leah asked in disbelief as you rolled your eyes. "well apparently not leah because if they did then today showed i should be dating less. not engaged to you!" you pulled your hands free and turned away from her with a scowl.

"leah if you laugh right now i will turn around and punch you in the mouth." you grumbled in warning, hearing an ever so slight chuckle from the blonde beside you.

"you know i think i fell in love with your australian charm, its just so...aggressive. its quite hot!" leah hummed as you felt her lay down, nudging you with her knee when you didn't respond.

"my love. the love of my life. the most beautiful girl i've ever met and the most wonderful woman i get to call my wife soon...hopefully?" leah started as you continued to face away from her glaring at the wall.

"i am very very very sorry for not sharing with you or peeling your oranges and temporarily forgetting how lucky i am to have you. whats mine is yours and clearly i had some sort of brain aneurism today to forget that." leah continued, warily wrapping an arm around your torso, shuffling herself closer when you didn't push her away.

"come on my girl. do you want me to beg? i'm not above begging for forgiveness." you felt her lips gently kiss at your neck as her hand rubbed up and down your side. "it would be a start." you muttered honestly, and within seconds she was knelt down on the floor in front of you.

"please please please please please. will you continue our engagement?" she held up your ring she snagged from the floor where it had fallen, having to resist the urge to smile at her theatrics.

"fine." you gave in with a sigh, offering your hand as leah grinned and slid the ring back onto your finger, quickly trailing kisses all the way up your arm as you couldn't help but laugh.

"get off! idiot." you yanked your arm back as the defender puckered her lips expectantly and you raised an eyebrow.

"i want chinese for dinner, and a back massage." "done!" "and that massage is so be proper, not half assed where you poke me a few times then demand its your turn." "done!" "you do all the laundry on monday." "done!"

"and no watching the golf or the darts for a week." "alright now you're pushing it woman." your fiancé warned as you grinned.

"no golf or darts for three days and you go and make me a cup of tea while i order dinner?" "done. earl grey or english breakfast?" you looked up at her with a slack jaw before she smirked.

"only joking! english breakfast." she flicked your ear and took off out of the bedroom as you sat bolt upright.

"its earl grey leah!"

[esmeefreckles]

Falling in love | Alexia Putellas x Leah Williamson x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

BDSM. CANING. WHIPPING. SPANKING. STRAP-ONS. FINGER FUCKING. PRAISE KINK. IMPACT PLAY. HAIR-PULLING. ORGASM DENIAL.

A/N: A huge thank you to @sswed for being the best beta reader and helping me so much.

The city stretches out below us, night black and shimmering metallic beyond the window, pricked with electric lights like stars. Alexia lights the candles on the windowsill, their golden glow swells and flickers, dancing in the dark glass. She waves the match until the flame goes out, painting a small swirl of smoke in the air. It smells hot and burnt.

You feel Leah’s cold fingers then, intertwining with yours at your hip. When you turn, she isn't looking at you. You follow her gaze to the row of sleek wooden paddles of different sizes, hanging on the wall beside a golden-framed mirror. On the other side of the mirror: a collection of long, black leather and rubber floggers hanging from hooks. Canes of varying length and thickness. A slender riding crop with a golden handle. You watch as Leah’s blue doe eyes travel across the items, her lips slightly parted.

“Does it make you nervous?” you ask and she shakes her head but you don’t know whether to believe it before she replies.  

“No,” Leah says and you hear her mean it, “I want to cross boundaries tonight.”

You feel Alexia’s presence swell behind you both and you resist a shiver of excitement. She reaches between you to hand each of you a glass of water. 

“What kind of boundaries do you want to cross?” Alexia asks softly, 

 and as she turns to Leah you see their gazes drop to the other’s lips. You can feel a drop in your chest and you feel your eyes widen.

A final thought, before it begins, before it's already time: this is happening.

“I guess we can start with this one,” says Leah.

You watch as she reaches up to close her mouth on Alexia’s, you resist the urge to lick your lips and instead swallow deeply. 

Alexia takes Leah’s face in her hand, fingertips on her jaw, in a gentle grip. Their soft, full lips move against each other, tasting, exploring. You feel Leah’s grip harden around your hand. Suddenly you know what this night is going to be. So very soft and so hard. You melt at the images crafted in your head. Hotness gathering in your chest and between your thighs, melting. Your skin ripples with goosebumps, your nipples harden.

Still holding Leah’s face in her hand, Alexia turns to kiss you next. Your tongues meet, while Leah breathes heavily next to you both. You feel Alexia’s hand at the side of your throat, a sweet caress slithering down to trace your shoulder, your arm, landing at your hip, pulling you close. You feel both of them against you, crushing the distance between, eliminating it. You all start to intertwine. Breasts press against breasts, nipples tease nipples through clothes, three pairs of thighs dance a slow, hypnotic dance against each other. Hands shape hips and waists. When your mouths permit it, you gasp for air, as if you’re drowning in the two of them.

The tension builds and shudders, and as you watch Alexia’s lips travel down the line of Leah’s jaw, and further down, Leah breaks. Alexia kisses her neck and Leah gasps out loud. 

“God!”

Which makes Alexia laugh. When she leans back, her eyes are glowing. Lit up, it seems, with a new idea.

“Using the lord’s name in vain, are we?” she asks. 

Her voice drips with hot, blood-tinged sarcasm. It reaches straight down between your thighs. She’s still playing with your hair as she watches Leah stutter.

“I… guess I am,” Leah says, panting. Shiny lips swollen from kissing.

Alexia nods, and that mean-looking tilt to her eyebrows, that you love, is there.

“And you,” she says, turning to you. “You’re a bad influence on her. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you say, wasting no time because you cannot afford to waste it.

Alexia nods again, slowly, and she glances out the window through the corner of her eye.

“You can undress now,” Alexia says.

The words immediately awaken that familiar pull in you, deep down, pulsating slowly. The desire to please intermingles with the desire to rebel. A vibration, like a shudder, pulses between your legs. While Alexia and Leah watch, their gazes bathing you in the sensation of being wanted, you undress. You take your time, putting on a show, and you see a smile starting to form in the corner of Alexia’s mouth, but it seems like she is fighting it. Tension is already building in the room.

When you’re naked before them, both of them still dressed, your body already pounds with longing for Alexia’s hands, your skin rippled over and over with goosebumps, as if their absence leaves you freezing. You tense your thighs and feel the pressure against the growing pulse between them, the wetness spreading there. Leah stares at you like she’s never seen you naked before, which makes such warmth swell in your chest that you can’t stop a smile from spreading across your lips. Alexia smiles back at you, her eyes glowing. She looks hungry. Starving.

“Turn around and lean against the bureau,” Alexia orders, still fighting her smile.

Your body acts on its own. On the inside you’re soft and hot and liquid, quivering, but your muscles know what you want, and as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, you turn to rest your elbows on top of the bureau. Bending over, looking up into the mirror as you see both of them behind you, watching. Alexia finally smiles, and you’re overwhelmed with feelings, with wanting, with wanting to please her, and pleasure her, and have her. No, have them. Both of them.

“She tops you, doesn’t she?” Alexia says then, turning to Leah. “She dommes you?”

Leah’s eyes widen, “Yes,” she says, a hot whisper.

“How does it feel to see the one that dominates you get dominated?”

You scoff, realizing quickly you're not in a position to do so.

“Exciting,” Leah answers, with such burning sincerity that you can’t help but smile.

“Sadistic!” says Alexia, delighted, and she shoots you an impressed look in the mirror, “You’re full of surprises.”

Leah lets out a little laugh and you narrow your eyes at her reflection, thinking for a moment that you see her rubbing her thighs together.

“Would you like to pick out what I’ll use to punish her tonight?” Alexia asks, which makes your jaw drop.

While you watch, anticipation tightening in your chest, hands already damp against the top of the bureau, Leah reaches up to take a wooden cane down from its place on the wall. It lies flat across her hands as she brings it to Alexia. Before Alexia takes it, she pauses, waiting for Leah to look up into her eyes.

Leah’s face is immediately crimson as she locks eyes with her. Alexia takes the cane from her, continuing, “She is supposed to get at least ten lashes every night we spend together. I think we’ll make it fifteen tonight, since she’s such an instigator.”

Alexia whips the cane through the air, testing it, and you wince. The cane is the worst. The pain doesn’t smolder; it burns. It doesn’t tickle; it punishes, hard. And fifteen with a cane would certainly… sting. But the sound it makes when it sings through the air, and as it wacks across flesh, is just delicious, and the glowing red lines it leaves are truly beautiful. Of course Leah would love to see the cane, and of course Alexia wants to show off, now that you have an audience. And it feels good to be something she wants to show off.

Cane in hand, Alexia comes closer. She looks at you through the mirror. She looks so serious then that the laughter that’s constantly fizzing inside you almost bubbles up, but when her eyes narrow and another mischievous smile starts to curve the corner of her mouth, you bite down on it as you swallow hard, before you can stop yourself.

“Will you count the strikes for me, darling?” Alexia says while approaching you. Her voice is sweet, but the request sounds like a threat, “You can thank me afterwards.”

Your blood is boiling. Rising. Pleasure tenses between your legs, like something shivering, about to explode, and you nod.

Then, finally, Alexia’s hand is there. Warm and gentle and its touch so soft, she strokes the back of your one thigh, tracing upwards. She curls her fingers and the tips of her nails tease your skin into such goosebumps that you squirm in your bent-over position. Her hand becomes firm, holding you in place, and then it disappears and the cane rests against your right buttock. You twitch away from its coolness, as if expecting a blow, and you hear Alexia’s purring laughter behind you. You’re so close to commenting on it, saying something stupid again about her sadism. But then the cane leaves your skin in one swift movement, whining through the air as it’s lifted high and brought down again. A first spark of pain, a sizzling little firework. Your lips part, a silent gasp. That hot, electric pleasure swells inside your body and you squirm against your will, pressing your thighs harder together.

“One,” you say, forcing every ounce of sarcasm left in your body into the word.

Alexia’s smile is liquid warmth.

Alexia cracks you with the cane again, on the spot where she just a moment ago touched you with such tenderness,you let out a frail sigh.

“Two,” you say, already hearing your voice soften.

The cane rests for a moment against the pain, making it burn and you wince. Alexia smacks you again, on the other side of your ass, even harder and you moan out loud. Her laughter hums; she is pleased. She begins to whip you, one hand tangled in your hair, the other one swinging the cane and you count.

Alexia covers your ass and thighs with hot, stinging redness. She’s methodical. You count, whimpering with every smack, and even as you hang your head, letting loose strands of hair fall into your face, there’s this vibration radiating from behind you. You can feel them, both of them, watching, watching you wince and squirm. You feel them enjoy it, fiercely.

By ten counted lashes the pain is almost excruciating, and a single thought is circulating in your head: You need, you need, you need… you need her to fuck you. You feel like you would die without it.

You hear your voice break into sobs, though you’re not crying. Your body is about to explode with sensations. 

“Fifteen,” you groan, finally, through your teeth.

And the hand in your hair travels down your spine like a shiver, a caress. Alexia starts to stroke the pulsating redness on your backside and thighs, tracing the crisscrossing lines there. You sigh and she hushes, balancing the cane on top of your lower back, to soothe and fondle you with both her hands. The wooden cane has warmed up to your body. The slight pressure of its weight feels like a lingering threat.

You let yourself rest under Alexia’s hands, as she hushes and pets you, rubbing your goose-bumped skin. She makes you feel strangely proud of having taken the thrashing, now that you have an audience and all. When her fingers trace the soreness tingling on your skin, all you are is that pain. And when Alexia slips down between your thighs and reaches the wetness there, all you are is the pleasure exploding under her touch. You gasp and let out a moan. Pleasure has grown alongside the pain, and, finally, the tension softens. Alexia’s touch softens and she slips her fingers into you. Without warning, and easily in your wetness, she goes all the way in. You cry out, nearly with laughter, with relief pouring over you.

“What do we say?” Alexia demands, and in her voice you hear her breathe as heavily as you do.

“Thank you,” you sigh. Meaning it with every fiber of your being.

“Good girl,” says Alexia and from somewhere further behind you, you hear Leah moan.

Once more, Alexia closes one hand in the tangle of your hair, gentler this time, lifting your head so you moan towards both your reflections in the mirror. Your breath fogging the glass. With her other hand Alexia starts to fuck you from behind, slowly, before picking up her tempo. First with two, and then when they’re not enough, three fingers. Steadily, she pounds into you, and you hear your own pleasure echoed in your voice, as Alexia sighs behind you, moaning softly.

When you lock eyes with Leah in the mirror then, your body swaying against the creaking bureau, you fix her gaze on yours, holding it there, watching her pupils dilate, her lips part, as Alexia fucks you towards climax. Almost all the way. When you’re on the edge, trembling, she slips out of you, and you let out a long, loud moan as a protest. Laughing, Alexia takes the cane from your back, before wrapping her arms around you, lifting you up to a standing position. She lets you rest against her chest, and you groan, the pain still sizzling on your backside. Alexia hushes you again, and you breathe until the frustration is bearable. That she won’t let you come yet must mean she has more in store. And that’s fine; you can be good a while longer.

Alexia puts the cane on top of the bureau, and then, as if choreographed, you both turn to look at Leah. She’s standing in the middle of the room, staring back at you both. You feel Alexia plant a kiss on the back of your head, and, gently, she lets go of you.

“Take a seat on the couch, please, Leah,” she says.

And you thought it wasn’t possible but Leah’s eyes widen even more. She’s quick to obey, as if relieved to finally be given instructions.

Leah sits on the edge of the couch, and you see Alexia keep her gaze in hers as she approaches her. You follow close behind, not wanting to miss a single moment of what is about to happen next. As Alexia leans down to kiss Leah, her chin in a gentle grip between Alexia’s knuckle and thumb, you feel yourself melt. Alexia kisses Leah so softly, so tenderly. Before you know what you’re about to do, you sink to your knees on the floor between Leah’s feet. Their kiss breaks. Leah looks down at you, lips shining with Alexia’s saliva as you put your hands on her thighs, feeling her shiver beneath your touch.

“Do you want this?” you ask Leah.

Leah stares at you, mutely, looking like she’s trying to say something smart. Finally, she just smiles, her cheeks glowing red and nods.

Alexia and you look at each other, sharing a single mind. She slides in behind Leah on the couch, wrapping her arms around her. Pulling her up into her lap, breathing hotly against her neck. Leah closes her eyes, and you see her soften against Alexia’s chest, leaning back into her embrace. Leah breathes heavily, as if in meditation, as Alexia takes her pants off.

Together you both part her knees, spreading her legs, and your pulse quickens, saliva gathering in your mouth, when you see a pair of white lace panties clinging to the folds of Leah’s pussy. Alexia watches you over Leah’s shoulder, her eyes lit up from within. You hear Leah whimper as you lean in.

You kiss the outside of her panties, tasting Leah through the fabric. You start out gently, before letting yourself become rougher, giving in to your hunger while hearing her moan with frustration. You’re so close, yet painfully separate.

Then you hear them kiss. Wet sounds, reaching down between your thighs to quiver there. You look up through your eyelashes and see them: Leah’s face in Alexia’s hand, their mouths locked. Alexia’s other hand moving beneath Leah’s shirt. You watch them, hypnotized, body still buzzing with pleasure and pain as the tip of your tongue moves in circles around Leah’s clit, before pressing down on it, gently, through the lace of her panties. Leah moans then, and Alexia smiles against her lips. She is writhing between the both of you now. The whimpering sounds she sighs into Alexia’s mouth makes your pussy throb.

Finally, the fabric beneath your tongue is soaked all the way through, and just as you reach your hand in to pull Leah’s panties aside, you feel Alexia’s hand close in your hair, pulling your head back, with a sudden jab of pain across your scalp. You look up to see Leah’s eyes snap open, and she lets out a desperate gasp as the heat from your mouth leaves her, her panties snapping back into place. Alexia tilts your head back to smile down at you, giving you a devilish wink that makes your heart flutter.

“Please,” Leah sighs, as if in pain, and Alexia hushes her tenderly.

“Not yet, darling,” she says, and she turns Leah’s face towards hers again before continuing, looking straight into her eyes, “Now turn over.”

You notice she uses a different voice with Leah than the one she uses with you. Alexia is sweet, careful even, treating Leah as if she’s fragile. You can’t wait for her to notice what a pervert she really is.

Alexia lets go of your hair, shooting you another knowing glance, as Leah obediently turns over in her lap. You can almost hear her heart pound against Alexia’s thigh as she bends over it, her face pressed down into the couch’s seat, her ass placed before you between Alexia’s knees, her lace panties barely covering her buttocks.

You’re still kneeling on the floor before them, wetting your lips with your tongue as you watch Alexia pull Leah’s panties down over the curve of her perfect ass, leaving a trace of glistening wetness down the insides of her thighs. Her pussy is exposed, not many inches away from your face and you hear Leah whimper into the seat as Alexia laughs.

“I’ll be gentle with you,” Alexia says, stroking the back of Leah's thighs.

You sit back on your heels, wincing at the pressure against your punished ass.

“Don’t be,” you scoff, immediately feeling blood rush to your face, heating your cheeks as you realize you want Alexia to go hard on Leah. Because you want to see it for your own pleasure.

But Alexia is on to you, and with one hand resting on Leah’s backside she points at you with the other.

“You watch it,” Alexia says. “I’m already adding lashes to your next session.”

A twitch of pleasure between your thighs. An impulse to giggle, but you shut yourself up, giving Alexia a sly grin that she returns with a stern look. And Alexia turns back to Leah. She says her name again, and both of you shiver.

“Sweet Leah,” Alexia says, squeezing one of her buttocks hard, making Leah suck in her breath, “This is what you came here for, isn’t it?”

Leah makes a muffled sound, not quite a whimper, not quite a moan. Suddenly, Alexia raises her hand and lets it crash down on the side of Leah’s ass. The sharp slap makes you gasp, and Leah cries out with surprise. You’re amazed to see the redness already spreading on Leah’s skin.

“Isn’t it?” Alexia asks again, her voice cold but shaped by a smile.

“Yes,” Leah moans, lifting her blushing face from the couch cushion. You see her tremble in Alexia’s embrace and you see her wetness glisten beneath her buttocks.

And Alexia hums softly, as if in agreement, and you stare in wonder at the scene before you as Alexia begins to spank Leah, each slap sending a jolt of excitement through your body. Alexia is definitely not gentle with Leah, you think, as Leah squirms across her lap, calling out in marvel and pain. When a couple of stern blows land on the same spot, thoroughly reddening it, and Leah starts to kick her legs, you reach out to grab her ankles, keeping her in place. At this, Alexia shoots you a crooked smile, a playful glance that makes you want to giggle again.

Leah lets out a long moan, but she stills in your grip, taking the rest of her spanking without protest, letting out only soft, sweet whimpers. Alexia’s smile widens, and you watch them together, wide-eyed. Something sinks in your chest then: a realization. A warmth settles. And it’s like you’re in love. After another couple of slaps the punishment starts to subside. Leah breathes heavily into the seat, wetting it with her breath, and as she turns her head to the side to look at you, strands of her hair are stuck to her forehead. She looks dizzy, your eyes lock, and she smiles sleepily, as if she’s happy to find you there. And it’s like you’re in love.

Alexia’s hand softens against Leah’s skin, stroking it and she slips it down between her thighs to cup Leah’s pussy from behind, trying the wetness gathered there.

“So it wasn’t so bad after all?” Alexia purrs, and you laugh as Leah arches her back. 

You see her clench her fists, digging her nails into her palms as Alexia’s fingers play with her. You can almost feel both their movements.

“No,” Leah pants, her voice trembling. “Not bad at all.”

Then Alexia’s free hand reaches up, crashing down in another merciless smack across Leah’s right buttock.

“You need more?” Alexia asks, smacking Leah’s ass again while leaving her other hand on her throbbing pussy.

“No!” Leah moans, cringing away from the slaps but arching her back further, pleading with her whole body. “I mean, I want more, I just, I want…”

Alexia stills again, looking down at the girl in her lap as if pondering what to do with her, and you think you feel Leah’s need, like a hunger in your every vein and muscle, the need to get fucked, hard, now.

Alexia looks at you and it’s like she looks straight into your mind through your eyes.

“There’s a strap in the bureau,” Alexia says.

And Leah lets out a loud sigh, a small whimper, “Thank you.”

You and Alexia both laugh. Alexia rubs Leah’s punished skin, and gives you a nod towards the bureau that you only minutes ago stood bent over. You jump to your feet, feeling your wetness move between your legs, and you hurry over to get the strap from one of the drawers. You pull them out at random, and your heart flutters again when you spot your pink paddle in one of them. Resting on folds of pink velvet.

While walking back to the couch, you step into the strap-on harness, relieved to have already mastered the art of fastening it around your hips as Alexia watches you, lips slightly parted. It looks like she doesn’t recognize you. It feels good; a triumphant little smile tickles your lips.

The dildo is already in place in the harness’ metal ring, and when you look down you realize it’s larger than the one you and Leah have played with. You approach the pair on the couch, while Alexia seems to feast on the sight of you, and Leah’s trying to look back at you past her shoulder. Lying over Alexia’s thigh, her ass looks as if it’s offered up to you, a trembling sacrifice, buttocks a smoldering red. Her wet, desperate pussy waiting.

Alexia holds Leah’s thighs apart, and as you lean down to position yourself behind Leah, the heat from their bodies, their mixed scents, envelop you. The dildo’s head reaches Leah’s pussy. She whimpers impatiently and you, surprising yourself, moan out loud. You move your hips and fill Leah, slowly. With your many hands—yours and Alexia’s—both hold Leah in place, her legs spread wide, as you start to thrust into her, fucking her into Alexia’s lap. The couch creaks beneath you all, and you all breathe together. Leah letting out a moan after a muffled moan into the cushion. All the while arching her back, letting you in deeper.

You feel Alexia’s hand grab your hair again then, turning your head roughly, crushing your lips with hers. You both kiss hungrily, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies swaying with the movement of fucking. When Alexia lets go, you’re gasping for air. Alexia leans down to speak hotly to Leah.

“Do you like that?” Alexia asks, a hiss almost, sizzling.

And Leah nods wildly into the couch cushion, her moans wet with saliva, her voice high. Alexia looks up to lock her gaze on yours, ordering, “Deeper.”

Alexia’s eyes shine. Hesitantly at first, you push deeper into Leah, lengthening your movements, hearing her cry out as she is crushed down into the seat.

“Like that?” Alexia asks Leah, voice hot and hard, and Leah nods even wilder. Alexia keeps instructing, “Faster.”

You obey, your moans breaking into grunts, sweat breaking out over your body in shivers, and Alexia kisses you again, choking your voice while you pump into Leah.

Panting against your lips, Alexia commands, “Harder.”

And you thrust harder and Leah squirms beneath you, desperately gripping the edge of the couch, muffling her cries. Alexia and you fuck her together. Deep, fast, hard. Your head swims with the movements, your breasts swaying, your hair whipping across your face and sticking to the sweat on your forehead.

When you hear Leah come, loudly, so do you. You can’t tell if you’re coming from your own thighs rubbing together, the base of the dildo thrusting against you, or the ecstasy in Leah’s voice when she cries out as you fuck her, as you hurt and pleasure her. 

Your orgasm is long and intense, pulsating as you slow your movements. You’re panting, sweat glistens on Leah’s back. Finally, you pull out of her, and you both sigh together. Alexia pulls you down onto the couch, starting to unfasten the strap-on harness from your hips, and you and Leah lay moaning across her lap, in and out of sync with each other, as the waves of the orgasm keeps crashing. 

Alexia moans with you, a comforting sound, a wordless “good girl.” 

You’re trembling in Alexia’s arms, holding Leah in yours and you feel like you’re in love.

[mead-iocre]

Housemates | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: just platonic housemate things x

warnings: kind of suggestive

word count: 1.9k

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You couldn't sleep. 

You have been lying in bed, in the dark, for the past hour just staring up at the ceiling. You tried to distract yourself with your phone, scrolling through tiktok for a few minutes before you eventually got bored and decided the silence was better company. 

But now the silence was too much. 

Shaking off your duvet, you heft yourself out of bed, mentally cursing the cool rush of cold air. You debated slipping on a pair of pyjama pants, but decided against it. You only ever went to sleep with an oversized t-shirt. Braless, and pants-less. 

You don't even bother slipping on your slippers, opting to just tiptoe your way out of your own room. Feeling for the doorknob, you twist it open. 

A dull, gray light filters through the windows, a weak moon casting long shadows across the living room as you dart past, tiptoeing across marble floors. You regret not wearing your slippers.

You squint in the dark, recognising the faint outline of the sofa, its upholstery frayed in places. Next to it the dark wood surface of the coffee table is engulfed by lingering shadows. You couldn’t even guess the time— if it was late night, or early morning.

Your footsteps were unhurried and confident as you climb the stairs, step by step. It was almost like you were in a trance. The short journey was natural, instinctive— habitual, almost. 

There were definitely perks to having such a great housemate. When you first moved to London, you weren’t expecting to live with a footballer. Your older sister had told you that an old friend of hers from sixth-form had a spare room to rent out, and you immediately jumped at the chance to live in central London for a really, really good price. 

You certainly weren’t expecting the old friend to be Leah Williamson, captain of the women's national team.

Making your way to the only room in the second floor, you push the door open with zero hesitation, as if opening the pages of a well-worn book, already prepared for what you were about to see behind the doors. 

You see a mass of dark hair peaking out of the covers first, dark and inviting.

The only light that spills into the room is faint. Shadows of moonlight peek through the edges of the curtains. It enters the room, pooling into the corners, tracing the outlines of the furniture in ghostly, quiet silver. The streams of light touch the edges of the bedspread and trace the curves of the headboard, highlighting the subtle grain of the dark wood interior.

Tiptoeing over to one side of the bed, you clear your throat loudly before you shake the figure awake. 

“Wake up.”

A quiet moan sounds from beneath the covers. You roll your eyes, already annoyed at the extra company. You’ve done this routine far too many times at this point. You feel for a bony shoulder and nudge it again, a little harsher this time. 

“Oi. Up you get, c'mon” You raise your voice a little louder. Since when did scaring random women out of your housemates' bed become your part-time job?

The stranger finally wakes up. She opens her eyes, squinting up at you, a look of annoyance written all over her face.

Sadly for her, you could not find it in you to care one bit.

She was pretty, to be fair. Minus the smudged black eyeliner decorating her face and the pillow lines across her cheeks.

Must've been a wild night then.

You ignore the sudden twinge you felt in your chest.

The mystery woman speaks. “w-whats going on?”

Good thing she’s not a screamer like some of the others.

"Did you not hear me the first time? Get up and leave"

The woman turns to Leah who is still fast asleep and nudges her, as if asking for help. These woman are all the same. You couldn't help but roll your eyes, shifting on your feet. The floor was cold and you’d ideally like to be underneath warm covers right now.

"L-Leah..." All she gets is a groan of annoyance. The woman in question shifts further away from her bedmate until she is nearly at the end of the bed. You couldn't help but chuckle, quickly masking it with a hand over your mouth when a noise unintentionally escapes your lips.

Unfortunately for you, this one was stubborn and desperate.

She fishes her arm out from under the covers and shakes Leah’s shoulder even harder. When she realises that her one night stand wasn’t budging, she finally sits up against the headboard.

The blanket falls slightly off of her frame, exposing one bare shoulder.

There’s that weird tight feeling in your chest again.

You advert you eyes to the sleeping blonde with her back turned towards you. You were tempted to grab a pillow and start smacking her until she woke up. The annoying fucker.

"Who even are you?" The woman pipes up, her voice scratchy, like nails on a chalk board.

"Her fiancée."

You could've cackled straight to her face at the way the woman's eyes widen like saucers, looking back and fourth between you and the blonde’s back.

But then you hear a low chuckle from the other side of the bed.

Thank god.

“Leah, tell your little friend here to leave” 

The Lionesses captain rolls over to face you the both of you, still blinking the sleep out of her eyes. She raised her arms up to stretch, giving you a peak of a black Nike sports bra.

The small smile she gives you is full of Williamson snark, as if she fully anticipated the sight before her. You weren't new to kicking her one-night endeavours out of her bed, and it's almost as if she found some weird enjoyment out of this.

Finally she address her new buddy. “You should go”

“Excuse me?” The audacity of this woman.

“You heard my fiancée, get out.”

The woman doesn't wait a minute longer. She huffs, throwing off the blanket muttering under her breath. You swear you heard her utter “bastard” somewhere in there.

Luckily, she was semi-dressed, wearing a strapless bra and a pair of underwear. You had seen far too many naked bodies before and you would ideally like to not see any more.

She grabs her clothes littered all over the floor, half-assedly throwing them on as she fumbles with buttons and zippers. Her movements were sharp, impatient, as she darts all over the room. Without a glance back at the two of you, she scurries out, slamming the door behind her.

Turning back to the blonde, you find her sitting up and already staring at you. Seeing her one-night stands run around like headless chickens the morning after was the norm for the blonde. While she explicitly states that she’s in for a good time, not a long time, others do still like to push their luck.

Luckily, you’re there to snap them back to reality.

"Well...she seemed nice"

The England captain rolls her eyes, flopping back on the bed. "You scared her off"

Scoffing, peeling back the covers and slide in the now empty space beside her. The spot has been kindly warmed up for you, how nice. “Want me to call her back in here then—?”

You make a move to get back out of bed, but Leah grabs your wrist, tugging you down and draping the covers back over you.

“Nahh, I’ve got you now. Can’t sleep?”

“No.” You sit up, leaning half of your body up against the headboard. You’ve been in and out of sleep the past couple of hours. “That’s why I’m in your bed”

“To talk?”

You side-eye her, sensing an accusatory undertone. “Yeah. To talk”

“Besides,” You poke her on the arm. "I’ve got to keep my fiancée in check"

You share a laugh.

"Wasn't as bad as the time I called you my wife" Leah chuckles, low and breathy. She turns to you, sharing a smile as you both reminisce the pure look of horror on that poor woman's face.

Fun times.

Before you could say anything else, Leah moves over, laying her head on your chest and getting comfortable again. She had the worst case of bedhead, you think to yourself as you look down at the mess of blonde locks.

You smile as you run your fingers gently through the soft strands of blonde. 

She hums at the action, her body visibly relaxing. She seemed to take it as a sign to scoot closer to you, so she does. She drapes an arm across your waist, dragging you closer to her own body, snuggling further into your side. The blanket wasn't the only thing offering you warmth right now but you ignore that fact for now.

You both bask in the silence for a minute. While you were preoccupied, trying to comb through her hair, you failed to notice sly fingers curling under your oversized t-shirt.

Your breath hitches as a warm finger strokes the skin by your hip. For a split second you freeze, but then you remember it's just Leah. 

It’s just your housemate.

Her finger continues to caress the lace resting on your skin before she makes a humming sound again, to herself, as if in deep thought.

After a while, she speaks again. Her finger not having left your skin. "This is new”

You hum in agreement. It was indeed new. A cheeky little purchase from Agent Provocateur, a gift to yourself after the shitty week you’ve had.

“It's lace,” a finger hooks into the band, pulling it away from your skin briefly. "…and satin, huh"

Her fingers dance across the scallop lace details by your hips, caressing the material like this is a normal occurrence between housemates. The air between you is thick with the weight of what isn’t being said.

You let her, selfishly enjoying her delicate touch against your skin.

"yeah," clearing your throat, you squeeze your legs together for a moment, praying she didn't notice. But you doubt that when the gentle touches move down to your bare thigh, massaging the tense flesh.

You try to ignore the urge to keep your leg still instead of pressing it further into her palm, a greedy little thing. Her touch is soothing and natural. As if this is all a regular occurrence. You continue, "It's from their new collection— it’s pink”

You're not sure why you felt like you had to share that information. It's almost as if you were tongue-tied and can only focus on the fingers still tracing patterns on your skin.

Leah shifts slightly, squinting up at you. Pretty blue eyes meet yours, scanning, searching for something. The air between you thickens, charged.

"yeah?" she murmurs, her voice low and husky. Traces of sleep still linger in her voice and you find yourself oddly lulled by the sound of it.

You nod, adverting your gaze. Lately, you've found yourself unable to meet her eyes at times. You focus on combing her hair back, the bangs she had cut short a few months ago now long enough that it drapes over her eyes.

She continues to look up at you, cerulean blue eyes almost yearning for your attention again. You couldn't ignore them from your peripheral, so you will yourself to meet them with your own.

Whatever she sees in your eyes seem to dictate her next move. She drops her gaze to where her fingers are slowly pulling up your t-shirt, exposing bare skin, until they grant her a peek of magenta pink lace.

“oh yeah,” She agrees, more to herself. As if it was necessary for her to see it with her own to eyes.

She smirks that annoyingly attractive smile before she lets the shirt drop back down over your hips. You can almost taste the air she breathes, a sharp sweetness that clings to your tongue. “s’nice, baby.”

Leah runs her hands over your hips, above the shirt. She’ll keep the memory of pretty pink against your bare skin tucked safely in the back of her mind; cradled in the quiet, sacred corners of her thoughts, where nothing but longing stirs.

She then slides her fingers back under the material again, keeping them there, her touch less hesitant and firmer this time. You won’t be surprised if you find finger marks around your hips and thighs tomorrow morning.

You feel her thumb start to rub circles on your bare skin again, moving greedily against the lace. Her breath fans your neck, close enough that you could just about feel her lips, whispering a secret only meant for you. “I like those on you" 

oh to be platonic housemates with a hot football player (who also happens to notice when you’re wearing new underwear) x

・❥・- kisses, butter

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission first. Thanks for respecting that!

[randombush3]

why did you change?

leah williamson x reader

part one, part two

summary: you meet leah in a VIP bar and can't decide what to do with her

words: 3625

content warnings: smut (i think), references to smut, just general misery

notes: this was fun lol x

also idk if any of you noticed, but all the part titles are lyrics from the smiths fun fact!

You fuck Leah in Zürich. 

It’s good. You said that last time. She bathes in your confirmation anyway. 

She saves your number in her contacts, saying, “I thought it was you but I wasn’t sure,” as if that explains why she never replied. As if that reveals to you how she miraculously found your hotel. “I wanted to tell you to ignore Alex,” she lies as you lead her to your room, the both of you knowing that this is a bad idea and accepting the mistake. Leah hesitates for a moment, taking in the hunger in your eyes. “I remember the rules.” 

You see her again in London. 

It’s not part of the schedule, not where you should be. Neither of you mention that. She messages you when you land. A charter to Luton. Nearby. Of women to fuck, one a twenty-minute taxi ride away is the most convenient. 

It becomes a rhythm. She doesn’t come to any other shows. Never asks about them. Doesn’t care whether you’ve added to the setlist or banned the glitter she had licked off your neck in Zürich. 

You familiarise yourself with the hotels in St Albans. Soon, with her house and the code for her gate. 

You keep moving – Munich, Amsterdam, Budapest – but London seems to be a regenerative point. You appear, sleep with her, and fly back with the ache still between your thighs. Your shoes are always off by the time she closes her door, coat dropped in the hallway. She always tastes of the ridiculous berry-flavoured electrolyte drinks she keeps stocked in her fridge. She shoves them into your hands just before you leave. 

It is neither kindness nor a joke. It’s a parting gift. You are certain it is because she has been drilled to think about hydration levels like they bring impending doom. You’re not sure you will ever grow to like their bitter taste. 

And still, it continues. 

You don’t text her from Vienna. You don’t call from Prague. But she seems to know when you will be circling back. Somehow. Like a bad habit she disappointedly awaits. 

One night, she’s in Paris at the same time as you. You’re playing a sold-out arena where no one listens to the lyrics; she’s playing in a Champions League match and scores in the 78th minute. The timing is off, but you get her message before you go on stage. 

1-0. You’re welcome.

You had made the mistake of letting it slip that you’d grown up in a red-and-white household. You regret it, deeply. 

You reply with a photo of the crowd and a message following it that just says, Sold out. 

She doesn’t respond. That’s the way it is. 

You joke once, half-asleep in her sheets, wearing down the minutes remaining in the space between sex and your taxi arriving, that you have never seen her play.

She shrugs. “Why? You’d hate it.” 

“You don’t know that.” You’re a little offended – no idea why. You’ve been to a football match before. Your father is a Manchester City fan. He took you with his family. He couldn’t shield you from the glares of his wife. 

Leah only smirks and shakes her head, because she knows she doesn’t have to explain. There’s hardly time for you to disagree, anyway. 

Weeks later, you’re at her house again. She buzzes you through the gate without a word. You’re barely past the threshold before her hands are on your waist. Clothes drop like the pretence of formality. Then she veers left, not towards the stairs that lead to her bedroom. 

The corridor opens into a study.

No. 

A shrine. 

Clean white walls, soft lights, and a glass cabinet full of medals and trophies. Some still shine like they were won last night. 

She presses you against it, her mouth at your neck. You let it go for a moment, her tongue hot enough to counteract the cold surge of glass against your bare back, until you push her away, breathless. She blinks at the glint of her silverware. 

“Did you want to show them to me or something?” you ask. She freezes. Only slightly. “Because this isn’t the way to your bedroom, and I’ve heard that you do have a gigantic ego.” 

She laughs. Head thrown back, eyes rolling. 

“I don’t show them to anyone,” she says, though you find that hard to believe. 

“Then why are we fucking next to them?” 

“I didn’t expect you to stop me.” 

“I didn’t expect a detour through your autobiography.” 

She bites your shoulder lightly and guides you backwards out of the room, into the hallway, then the bedroom. You quell your curiosity. 

Her bedroom is dark but you can tell she tidied before you came; dirty clothes folded and piled on a chair, bed made only for the covers to be ripped off as she pushes you onto it. 

She’s on top of you, moving like she’s got time to waste – a lie, but she tells it well. Her mouth is on your collarbone and her hips grind into you with the smug rhythm of someone who knows exactly how much she’s already turned you on. 

You’re trying to focus, trying to stay in it, but something is itching at the back of your mind. 

Your gaze flickers to the doorway. 

“Wait,” you blurt out, hand almost leaving Leah’s waist to cover your mouth. 

Leah stills. “What?” 

You hesitate, hating the question that rests in your tongue. You say it anyway. “Which ones are with England and which are with Arsenal?”

She blinks down at you. Her face is flushed, breathing a little heavy, and for a second she just stares, absolutely blindsided. “Are you seriously…” Her mouth twitches. “You want a medal breakdown now?” 

You shrug beneath her, already grinning. Her forehead crinkles from unfettered irritation. “You dragged me into your trophy porn palace. I’m just trying to understand what’s fucking me.”

Another beat passes with Leah’s gormless stare. Then, she groans like you’re the most frustrating, irresistible thing she has ever met. “You’re unbelievable.” She rolls off you, griping about the mood being killed under her breath, but she’s laughing. And then, to your surprise, she grabs your wrist. “Come on.”

“No way.” 

But you’re halfway out of the bedroom. And she’s so excited, you can tell, although she tries not to be. 

Half-naked. Flushed. Barefoot. 

She nudges the door open and flicks on the light. You look around again like you hadn’t the first time – not breathless, not with your back pressed to cold glass, not with impatience. 

Leah crosses to the cabinet like muscle memory is pulling her there. She points. 

“These,” she says, knocking gently on one glass shelf, “are club-level. Arsenal. Most of the silver ones. That’s the Conti Cup. That’s the FA Cup.” She reaches into a drawer and takes out a box. “This is the community shield. Far from flashy, but it still counts.” 

You squint. “And that one?” you ask, nodding towards the only medal not inside the case. It looks as though it had been haplessly dropped in the chair tucked under a desk. You briefly wonder what on earth she needs a desk for. 

She turns, following your gaze, and you see the change in her face before she says anything. The medal’s ribbon is thick, the metal heavy. Sleek. Recent. And she looks at it with pride. A different kind to the other accolades she has shown you. 

“That one,” she says, stepping over, lifting it gently. “Champions League. We beat Barça in May.” You remember how Jess went to the match, invited you to come with. How you’d scoffed and said no. How your younger brother, with whom you’d replaced your friend, insisted he put it on in the background as a die-hard Arsenal fan unsatisfied by the men’s season. 

“It was 1-0, wasn’t it?”

She nods and then walks back to you with it, dangling it loosely in her hand. “I haven’t put it away yet.” 

You look at her. “Still parading it around?” 

She snorts. 

“I don’t know where it should go.” 

Her answer is more pragmatic than you had expected. Then again, any humility Leah shows you never fails to surprise. 

She’s standing too close now. You’re still topless, still wet, but suddenly this feels too intimate for sex. You glance down at the medal in her hand, then back up. “Are you going to let me wear it?” 

“You want to?” 

You shrug. “Might as well flex my pretend abs and bathe in fantastical glory.” 

That makes her laugh. Then, without ceremony, she reaches up and drops it over your head, letting the ribbon settle around your neck, the weight of the medal thunking against your chest. 

It’s heavier than you had assumed. She adjusts it slightly, fingertips brushing your skin.

“There.” Her voice is suddenly quieter than before. “You’re officially decorated.”

She’s smiling, teeth showing, lips parted proudly. Her eyes reflect the trophies behind you. She exudes a warmth that you know you shouldn’t be seeing. 

You look down at her lips. 

Your mind flashes red and angry but intrigued. Wanting. It feels as though you are being torn apart. 

It’s spectacular. It’s painful. 

It’s a terrible, terrible thought. 

Still, it comes fast and stupid and true. 

You’re in love with her. 

Leah’s hands find your waist, lips on your neck, teeth scraping past the medal adorning it. You gasp into her. You force your eyes shut.

…

“Is this sanitary?” 

You jump out of bed, hastily pulling on a t-shirt that has been left to grow creases on the floor. The girl you were just about to go down on hides her face under the covers. 

“Jess!” Your tone should be enough for her to leave the room, but she doesn’t. “How did you even get in here?” 

“Your manager gave me the second key. Said something about you needing to be interrupted.” 

Angrily, you plonk back down on the bed, crossing your legs as if restraining yourself from physically attacking her. The girl’s legs are folded into her stomach, and you feel a bit bad for her. 

“Jess, turn around so she can leave.” 

It’s a clear dismissal of the girl, whoever she is.

She obliges, sighing at the sound of zippers being done up and the wet kiss the girl presses to your cheek as she scurries out of your hotel room. Arms folded, eyes closed, she only waits for the door to close before swivelling on her heels and giving you whiplash. 

“As I said, is that sanitary?” You look at her as though you don’t get it. “Multiple sexual partners.” 

“I get checked.” 

“I mean in an emotional sense.” She frowns. “What happened between you and Leah?” 

“We still fuck. When I’m around.” But Jess isn’t entirely convinced by your blasé demeanour. You falter. “It’s just harder to get flights to London during this part of the tour.” 

She walks towards you slowly, brushing the sheets of the bed as though that will purge it of the bodily fluids, before sitting down and mirroring your position. For some reason, it is hard not to flinch. 

“What happened between you and Leah?” she repeats. 

“How did you know we were…?” 

“Leah told Alex.” Right. You suppose it never was an official secret. Perhaps you’re just a bit more private. Or you shout less about your conquests. 

“Nothing happened,” you finally say. “We still fuck.” 

Jess looks at you in a way that forces you to confront the disappointment in her eyes. As you stare helplessly, you notice the care that mixes with it. She’s worried about you. 

“Why haven’t you let her kiss you?”

The answer rolls off your tongue, automatic, reflexive. Insincere. “I don’t let anyone–” 

“But this is Leah.” 

She raises an eyebrow. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out at first. 

“We just fuck.” 

There’s a pause. Jess doesn’t argue, but she wears an expression that belongs to an observer watching a car crash in slow motion. You hate that look.

“Apparently with you wearing her Champions League medal.” 

You shift, uncomfortable. “It was hot,” you defend, more to the sheets than to her.

“It was personal,” she counters, not missing a beat. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

You want to point out that there is. Explaining would be fruitless, however, since Jess has never understood why you refuse to attach yourself to other humans and you have never had the courage to fully come out with it. 

Instead, when faced with this challenge, you deflect. Your arms fold over your chest, your eyebrows knit together. “Do you have an actual reason to be here?”

“It’s the last show before your break.” 

You’d like to be annoyed but it’s sweet that she knows that. It’s sweet that she can see the exhaustion in your eyes and the fatigue that weighs down your bones. It’s sweet that Jess gets how important the break over Christmas will be. Christmas is far too complicated to be cocktailed with performing, anyway.

“I wanted to offer you an escape for your favourite holiday, too,” she says after a moment. Gently. Treading on cracking ice. “If you don’t have plans?” 

You hesitate. “I think I’m spending it with my father.” 

“He asked you to?” 

“Well, Stephen and my mother are in the Maldives. Cecily is in New York.” The days of opening presents around the ostentatiously large tree are long gone. Your little sister perhaps wishes for the memories to linger, like of the Rockefeller and skiing with your step-father’s American friends. “God knows where our darling brother is. And so Johnny asked me and I agreed.” 

“That’s good!” She tried to be enthusiastic. 

You know she means it kindly, but the strained positivity make your throat feel tight. There’s no easy way to convey the place this second ‘home’ holds in your life — awkward dinners, a half-decorated room, forced attempts at wanting to be there. Your father’s wife still winces when she sees you, refuses to ever join the boys if they go to one of your shows. She can’t bear the reminder of her heartbreak. You can’t bear the scorch of your parents’ mistakes. 

Jess is watching you now and you realise that your silence has revealed far too much. She was already scrutinising you, aware of the situation, but now you have really exposed yourself. 

“I didn’t mean—” she starts.

“No, I know,” you cut in, voice a sharpened blade ready to kill this topic. You shake your head. “It is good. It’s good.” 

It isn’t. Not really. But it’s better than spending Christmas alone. Or worse… trying to invent an excuse for ending up in London just to perhaps see Leah again. 

You’re not sure what that would even look like. She’s probably let you in without asking why. Probably have one of those godawful drinks in hand as though she has been expecting you. Probably would have been. 

Jess sighs and stands. “Okay. Well, I said what I came to say.” 

You nod. 

She walks to the door and pauses, hand hovering over the handle. This time, her voice is softer. 

“You know you’re allowed to want something more, right?” 

You swallow. “What if I don’t?” 

She gives you a look that has had its frustration sucked out and replaced. You know she can see through you, as though your skin were transparent and your organs on show. Your heart on show. 

And then she leaves. 

…

You see Leah again in late January. 

The new year rolls in with fog and conflicted emotions. A kiss with a stranger — a man, just so it wouldn’t mean anything. A brief respite between a family that’s not yours and the intensity of the tour. 

That is until the emails start flooding in from people who you pay to care about your schedule. Demands, requests, suggestions. Chords to new songs with pleas for lyrics. 

You’re meant to be writing. Everyone expects you to be writing.

But you can’t. 

Then, the tour picks up again. The crowds are delighted and entertained, and the glitter never really washes out. With the rhythm comes the need to escape. You’re on a lead and the collar is itching. 

No one questions you when you ask for a layover in London. 

She answers your text in twenty minutes. 

You’re in London? 

Technically, you’re supposed to be elsewhere. 

I’ve got training tomorrow. Early. 

It means nothing, which you know. 

I haven’t changed my gate code.

You know this too. 

It isn’t long until Leah is pressing you against the inside of her front door, teeth desperately scraping your neck as if she has missed you. You slide your hands under the back of her training top (she has only just returned) and she gasps at the feeling (your hands are cold from the biting wind outside). 

You want her to gasp like that every second of every minute. Every minute of every hour. 

You want her to devour you. To free you. To trap you. 

You want her to fuck you until nothing else matters and it is just you in Leah’s bed, naked and wet, sweating and moaning and writhing until she makes you come. 

And. Well. 

You want her to kiss you. 

She is leading you to her bedroom, hand in yours, hair tousled. She doesn’t check to see if you’re still following, even when she drops your hand to pull off her clothes. She’s practical. Efficient. 

You’re standing there like a lemon. 

You only realise when Leah gives you a puzzled look, a flash of vulnerability crossing her face when she notices you haven’t copied her. 

“Are you okay?” she asks, and she shouldn’t have done that.

She really shouldn’t have. 

“Leah…” It comes out splintered, hoarse. 

For a moment, she hesitates, as if deciding whether or not to pry. But she does, because she can. Because you’d tell her. “What’s wrong?” 

“The rule.” 

Leah’s brows draw together. “Yeah, I know the rules.” 

You swallow hard, still fully clothed, still frozen. You shake your head. “No, I know you know the rules.” She moves towards you, a hornier version of a shrug, prepared to carry on. You shake your head again. “I don’t kiss the people I sleep with. I never have.” 

Her jaw tenses. “Okay,” she says, slowly. “I kind of figured that out.” 

You look away. The words don’t come easily. “Kissing is different, you know? It’s not like the rest of it. It’s… more dangerous. Or something.” 

You hear Leah’s breath hitch quietly, but she says nothing. 

“I know that sounds stupid,” you murmur. 

“No,” she says. “It doesn’t.”

Her eyes are calm. Understanding. Settled on you like that is where they belong. 

Her eyes are beautiful, you suddenly think to yourself. 

“Leah,” you start, and it’s so quiet it almost doesn’t count. “I want to.” 

Leah blinks. “You… want to kiss me?” 

No one can know about this. 

No one can know, you decide, even as she closes the distance between you, fingertips brushing lightly against your collarbone. She lets her fingers trail upwards, just barely grazing your jaw. 

“Are you sure?” 

You nod. It’s small, but it’s there. 

She smells like wind and perfume and the conditioner she pretends not to care about. You must smell like an aeroplane and cigarettes, and maybe the coffee you had with your salad at lunch. 

Leah doesn’t seem to mind. 

Your eyes flutter shut. 

When Leah kisses you, you feel as though you have lost the game. 

[wosospacegirl]

Hiya mate!, Can I have a request maybe a Leah x reader or Alexia x reader. Where the reader join the current girlfriend trend and video their reaction..... Thank you

Love all the fic you made love lots

Current girlfriend- Alexia Putellas / Leah Williamson

I couldn't choose between my captains, so I did a little thing for both of them - two separate blurbs in one.

Word count: 1.7

..

Alexia Putellas

You weren't really someone who posted a lot on social media. Not when you were a teen, and absolutely not now that you dated Barcelona's golden girl.

Alexia liked her privacy. She liked knowing there were things the fans, the media, and the world didn't know. Your relationship wasn't necessarily one of those things. She didn't keep you tucked away in some apartment, hidden from everyone and everything. 

No, she didn't mind being seen walking down the streets with you; she couldn't care less about the cameras in her face when a game ended, and you had come down to the pitch to hug her.

She just didn't like leaving much of a digital footprint, and you were the same way. You liked to keep some things just between the two of you.

But oh. When you saw that little TikTok prank, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to try it, but you also didn't like the whole world seeing it…the camera would give away parts of your shared home, and that was something just for you two and the people closest to you.

So you decided to film it just for yourself. That way, you could still participate in the trend, keep yours and Alexia's privacy intact, but the prank would have to be tweaked a little.

You tucked the phone into one of the sofa pillows. Didn't have to hide it much, Alexia was terrible at noticing things she wasn't actively looking for.

You sat on the sofa and gave the camera one last look. Great, the frame was perfect.

"Ale, come here!"

Alexia was getting ready for training, focused, in her usual headspace, and of course, you had to mess with her. Just a little.

She said something back from upstairs that you couldn't make out, but then she appeared a few minutes later. And she looked so beautiful with her training jersey on, it made you wanna keep her to yourself.

"So I have this small party at work this Saturday, can you go with me?" You asked gently.

Alexia's face softened. "No lo sé, cariño, tengo que revisar mi agenda" [I don’t know, love, I have to check my schedule.]

You were very used to that response, you expected it even, so you just smiled back, leaning even further into the sofa, you were just getting comfortable.

"Well…as my current girlfriend–" you pretended to cough so it would give her some time to comprehend and let the word settle in. "--you need to be present! It's at 7 pm."

Alexia's smile faltered a bit, and you could see that she was caught between a mix of "did I hear that right?" with "that can't possibly be true."

"Qué?" [What?] She said, her eyebrows furrowing. She was so confused, it was funny and cute at the same time.

"Dinner, at 7 pm, amor," you repeated, but not the part she clearly wanted. "But if you can't go, it's alright…"

"No, no," she shook her head. "Current? Current girlfriend?"

Bingo

"Yes?"

"No? Why current? We've been dating for three years." She said, her voice a little impatient now, as if she was asking herself why she even needed to be saying that.

"Well, yeah, but that doesn't change anything, we are still CURRENTLY dating," you emphasised the word.

Alexia moved on her heels, she opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She looked at you, then looked at her training bag on the floor.

"No me gustó eso," she said. "Not current.. solo novia, okay?" [I don't like that/ just girlfriend, okay?]

The pout on her face was so extremely cute that you weren't able to keep your composure. You got up from the sofa and wrapped your arms around her.

For a few seconds, she stood there, arms crossed, but then she gave in.

"I don't like that word," she mumbled against your shoulder, her voice almost in a whine. "Current makes it sound temporary."

You couldn't help the smile spreading across your face as you held her tighter. "I know, baby. I'm sorry."

"We're not temporary," she pulled back just enough to look at you, that little pout still there. "Sí?"

"No, we're definitely not temporary." You said, kissing her whole face.

She studied your face for a moment. "Wait..." Her eyes narrowed. "You're smiling too much. Why are you…"

Her gaze moved around the room and landed on the phone peeking out from the pillow. Okay, maybe Alexia did have some hidden ability to find phones, actually. 

"Ay, por Dios,"  she groaned, but you caught the corner of her mouth twitching. "You filmed this?"

"Maybe."

"Qué tonta eres…" [You are such a dork] she said, fighting a smile. "Delete it."

"I was already planning to," you laughed, pulling her even closer. "It was just for me anyway. I wanted to see if I could make Barcelona's golden girl pout."

"I don't pout."

"Hmm." You kissed her forehead. "You definitely pout."

She huffed against your neck, but her arms tightened around you. "Next time you want to mess with me, just ask for attention like a normal person."

"Where's the fun in that?"

..

Leah Williamson

You were bored out of your mind. It was a rainy afternoon. It was grey, cold, and your girlfriend had some annoying thing she had to attend to. Meaning: it wasn't a great day at all.

Leah needed to be at some Lionesses' dinner, one to welcome the new girls who had just received their first senior call-up.

You weren't allowed to go since plus ones weren't permitted, so you decided last minute that you would go to some café and do something. You just didn't want to stay home alone.

You had a couple of uni assignments that needed to be done, some research you had to complete for your internship the other day, but the day was already depressing as it was…you didn't need to bring more of that into your already grey day. 

So drinking very expensive coffee and delicious pastries was the right answer. Plus, Leah felt bad that you couldn't go with her and had given you her card.

Your life had been so uneventful lately. With Leah's tight schedule and your responsibilities, you two couldn't go out much or spend the amount of time together that you would like. So you thought, why not make today a little different?

You weren't an influencer, per se, but you had a fair share of followers on Instagram, so why not do a little Instagram Live while you got ready for your outing and Leah got ready for hers? It was June–Pride month–and nothing better to celebrate it than showing off your very hot, very English Captain, Champions-winner girlfriend.

You had your dress on already, and Leah was doing her hair on the other side of the room. She looked pretty. She was wearing mom jeans, a plain white shirt, and a black leather jacket on top of that, you knew your followers would thank you for showing Leah and her outfit.

Again, very Pride Month. Very much gay.

You had obviously asked Leah if it was okay for her to show up in the live stream. She said yes (she always did whenever you asked her to film something with you), so you propped your phone on top of your makeup organiser and pressed play.

In a few minutes, you had a couple of hundred people watching you, to say the least. You began talking about random stuff, nothing really important, just about your day and your routine. 

Leah would casually walk behind you, stopping just long enough to wrap her arms around you and kiss your head before disappearing again, looking for her shoes or bag.

The people watching the live went crazy whenever Leah showed up. It was honestly funny, the amount of fire emojis running up and down on your screen.

Then, a comment popped up asking you to do a prank on Leah, the "Current Girlfriend" prank. The comment quickly disappeared among a hundred others, but it was enough time for you to read it and decide that you were going to do it.

"Leah," you said, looking at her while putting your lipstick on. "Come stand with me for a bit."

Leah was in a very good mood, so she did it quickly and without complaining. She stood by your side and wrapped one arm around your waist, bringing you closer. She kissed the top of your head while looking at the camera.

You decided that was the perfect moment.

"Well, my current girlfriend and I look so fine today and—"

"Current?" Leah interrupted, looking down at you, using the same voice she used when she was surprised. "Okay, wow!"

"What?" you asked, trying to sound clueless, which you were very good at.

"Current girlfriend?" Leah lifted her eyebrows cockily, as if she couldn't believe what was happening. "Who are you talking about? Not me, I'm sure."

"Of course I'm talking about you!" you said, looking at the phone, and then back at her. "Aren't you my current girlfriend?"

She laughed. Really laughed as you were trying to keep an emotionless face.

"I don't understand you," you said. "What's so funny?"

"You," Leah said. "You are funny, silly even, saying things like 'current girlfriend' as if you want to have a different girlfriend in the future."

"I never said that!" You smiled at her before pecking her lips, leaving your lipstick stain on her mouth. "You're being dramatic."

"Me? Dramatic?" Leah asked, pointing at herself, "You're messing with me, aren't you? That can't be possible."

You turned back to your mirror, the Instagram Live still going strong. You picked up some blush, applying it while watching Leah through the reflection.

Leah was so annoyingly confident that it was nearly impossible to pull these types of pranks on her. She didn't get annoyed or mad, she would actually laugh about how ridiculous it all sounded.

"Well…" She watched you through the mirror, making eye contact and putting two fingers in front of her mouth with that knowing look. She knew exactly how much you liked that gesture. "Maybe I should start looking for a future and steady girlfriend since this one–"

Now it was your turn to interrupt her. You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Don't even finish that sentence," you warned, pointing the blush brush in her direction. "It was all a prank, okay?"

"Oh yeah?" she said, turning to face the phone screen with that smirk of hers. "I didn't even notice, baby." She winked at the camera. "Your girl's not as slick as she thinks she is."

..

a/n: hope you guys liked it!!

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Ballers II

Leah Williamson x Sister!Reader

Summary: The National Championship game

“Bueckers to Fudd. Fudd to Williamson, back to Fudd. Fudd…Williamson with the rebound! You bet!”

It’s an awful stream.

It’s of terrible quality and kind of glitchy and definitely on a bit of delay but it’s the best Leah could find. Her first two, high quality streams were flagged for copyright and she’d scrambled to find another one on the internet without missing too much of your game.

Leah thinks the team must think her mad as she paces back and forth, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she glances up at the tv screen she’s co-opted for the next few hours.

Grace had tried to change it to something else but Leah had accidentally shouted at her so now the team were looking at her like she was about to pop a fuse or something.

“It’ll be fine,” Keira says dismissively,” They’re already leading. You’re worrying for nothing.”

“Don’t jinx it!” Leah hisses as you set up a screen and Azzi Fudd sinks a bucket,” Just…” She takes a deep breath. “Just…No one mention anything about the score. About the opposition. About…About anything.”

Tooney raises a hand. “Can we talk about how well she’s playing?”

Leah thinks for a moment before she delivers a curt nod. “We can.”

You’re leading the team in assists and currently are battling it out with Azzi for the most amount of points too.

But, most importantly of all, you’re smiling.

You’re having fun.

And you’re dominating.

“Williamson with the steal and the three points!”

“Williamson fouled and to the free throw line!”

“Wow, what a block by y/n Williamson!” Your name is on the commentator’s lips.

You might as well be skipping on air, Leah thinks. You're in cruise control and for some reason, it makes Leah's stomach bubble with unease.

It's been your flaw since childhood. Once you're in the groove, once you've started dominating, you start to think no one can touch you. You start to think that no one can stop you.

You grew up with Leah and Jacob as older siblings though. They always knew how to smack you back down to earth.

Leah knew she was an annoying older sister. She liked to ruffle your hair when you were both little. She liked to lord her height over you when you were still tiny.

You grew up with her and her antics and you rose to each challenge she set on you.

You got a bit cocky after that. Cocky like you are now as you sink a three and practically go skipping back to the other end of the court.

The grin on your face never disappears and Leah hopes that no one on the South Carolina team are looking to smack you down.

This is your last college game.

Not of the season.

But of your life.

You'd already told Leah during one of your late night catch up sessions that you were going to declare for the draft, that you were done with college.

This is your last game as a Husky, your last college game ever.

Leah wants you to go off on a high.

"I know you said not to mention the score-"

"Don't mention it!"

Keira ignores her. "But they've got a healthy lead. A ten point lead before the third quarter. It's looking good."

Leah buries her head in her hands as she falls back into her seat. "Don't jinx it," She groans," You're going to jinx it."

"I'm not jinxing everything. As if y/n is going to let that team lose. She and her girlfriend-"

"She doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Yes, sorry, I meant girlfriends-"

"She doesn't have girlfriends either!"

Keira snickers and Leah knows she's only doing it to try and redirect the nerves. "I'm just saying, when you've kissed half the team-"

"I should have never told you that."

"You didn't tell me anything. I got it straight from y/n."

Leah rolls her eyes fondly just as her eyes focus back onto the screen where you stand giving an interview before you return to the locker room.

You're talking. Your lips are moving and the smile is still on your face even as you try to catch your breath. You're definitely speaking but it all fades away in Leah's ears as she smiles up at the screen.

She knows how much this means to you. She knows how much you want this championship, probably more than you've ever wanted anything before apart from, maybe, when you were six and you wanted those new school shoes with the little doll in the heel.

Apart from that, you want this championship more than anything you've ever wanted in your life.

You're smiling and you're laughing, out of breath, with the woman interviewing you.

But Leah can see it in your eyes.

She can see your hunger. She can see your drive. She can see the way that you're about to grasp this game by its neck until it gives you that trophy you've been craving.

There are levels to this game, Leah realises as you come out for the third quarter like you haven't just poured your whole being into the first two.

You're playing like you've been rested for two days. You're playing like you've had the best night sleep. You're playing like you're against a bunch of your kid cousins at home.

"And there's the buzzer!"

Leah can barely see you in the crowd of your teammates, all of you jumping and screaming and celebrating.

She's thankful that her own teammates haven't brought up the fact that she's crying. She's thankful none of them even look at her strangely for doing it.

They seem to realise how much this means to you and, in turn, just how much it means to Leah.

"Leah! Leah!" You say on the phone to her barely thirty minutes later," Leah, did you see?"

You're walking on clouds as you show Leah the trophy. You don't look like you've stopped smiling since the moment you stepped foot onto the court.

Leah's sure that tomorrow morning your cheeks will hurt from the grin that seems to have a permanent place on your features.

"Of course I saw!" Leah laughs," Look at you! A national champion!"

"National champion and most outstanding player!" You brag," But Paige won't let me wear the net."

"I'm sure she'll give it to you at some point."

"I'll make sure of it. She can't hog it forever!"

The joy on your face is infectious. Leah knows your smile reflects on her face.

"I'm proud of you," She says," So proud of you."

A crack shows on your face, brows pulling together for a moment before a much shyer smile appears on your features.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Leah says," I'm so proud of you. You deserve this more than anyone."

[enwoso]

how convenient | alessia russo x child!reader x leah williamson

grumpy masterlist | if you haven’t already i would recommend reading first heartbreak to get up to speed

the sidelines of the pitch buzzed with the usual saturday morning chaos — parent's chatting, children chasing stray footballs as whistles blowed too often and not enough. but leah had stood still, arms folded across her chest. her eyes locked on the man across the field.

harrison.

it was almost poetic, convenient if you will, even if it didn't make her stomach twist that the next time she saw him would be here.

at your football game. the one he was meant to show up for last time. the one he'd promised. the one he then conveniently forgot.

leah could still hear alessia's voice over the phone, quiet and tired as she'd spent the entire evening calming you down as the tried her best to stay calm over the phone as she retold the story to leah. 'she asked me if he even loved her, le.'

and that was it. that was the line.

you deserved a hell of a lot better than a broken promise with whiskey on its breath.

so leah waited, watching your entire game. you playing with that familiar fierce focus which had been missing the previous week as your blonde curls bounced as you ran for the ball. but something in your movement lacked the usual sparkle — it hadn't properly returned since that weekend.

when harrison finally wandered to the edge of the field, the game now finished. he’d been there since the 14th minute — leah had been watching.

a coffee cup in one of his hands, phone in the other, looking more like he'd stumbled out of bed then just stepped into fatherhood afterwards.

leah didn't hesitate after making sure that both alessia and you were occupied and distracted. you running circles with your teammates as alessia spoke to some of their parents, engrossed in a deep conversation. so you both wouldn't see what leah was up to.

"didn't think you had it in you to show up this time," she said, quiet but cutting sharp.

harrison blinked, startled, then smirked faintly, "leah. thought i might run into you today."

"lucky me."

he sipped his coffee looking out to the field, avoiding eye contact with leah. "so i take it less has sent you over here to lecture me then?"

"no, she doesn't even know i'm over here talking to you. i'm just here to watch the kid, who actually showed up."

his jaw twitched slightly, "look, i know i messed up. i didn't mean to forget - i had a lot going on that day."

leah raising an eyebrow humming slightly at his well, pathetic words, "enough going on that you forget your own daughters name?"

he flinched, taking another sip from his coffee. a beat of silence falling over the two as they both looked over the field, arms leaning against the barrier.

"i said i was hungover. i didn't mean it. i was half asleep, and—"

"—and yet you still found time to answer a phone you didn't remember promising her on."

there was another beat of silence, for a second too long, and then his face hardened.

"you don't know what it's like," he muttered, jaw clenched. "you don't know me, you don't know what i've got going on. what we had, how hard it was. you think because you're playing happy families with my ex and my kid, you know everything?"

leah took one step closer, her voice dropping into steel. "i know enough."

he just scoffed, amused almost as a smirk appeared on his face. "no, mate you know alessia's version. that's it."

"no, mate. i know a hell of a lot more than you." that stopped him in his tracks.

"i know how before she goes to bed she has to say goodnight to all of her teddy’s so that they don’t go to sleep sad. i know how she still draws you in every picture she makes cause she doesn't want to hurt your feelings. i know how hard alessia fights not to to bad-mouth you in front of her - no matter how angry she is with you. i know what it looks like when a little girl asks if her dad really loves her—and means it."

harrison looked away. he didn't say anything. he didn't have anything to defend him self with.

"you think this is about you and alessia? this isn't about who's in her bed now." leah added her voice quieter now, but somehow more dangerous. "it's not. it's about that little girl you keep letting down. and if you're not going to be a dad and a proper one at that then don't expect the world to wait while you try and figure out how."

for a moment, the only sound was the distant sound of children giggling and parents chatting as the field started to get less busier of people, the morning of football starting to slow down.

then—

"she's my daughter" harrison said, but it didn't sound as strong as convincing as he wanted it to.

"your right she is, so start fucking acting like it" leah replied, snappy and sharp as if she had a response to every thing he said. "because she deserves better and she not going to keep giving you pieces of herself for you to just drop every time it's convenient for you."

leah turned without waiting for a reply, she didn't want to listen to his pathetic voice any longer. she'd heard enough and said what she wanted to say.

watching as the group of parents surrounding alessia's was getting smaller, as she jogged to catch up with you two. alessia looked over her shoulder, sensing leah's presence. "you all good?"

leah reached for alessia's hand, slipping her fingers effortlessly between hers with ease, "yeah, just had something to take care of."

alessia raised an eyebrow, curious but also didn't push. instead making a mental note to ask later on. "that right?"

"yep, all sorted though. don't worry, love"

you rushed back to leah and alessia having said goodbye to your friends, as you were already mid-sentence. "did you see when i almost scored mama? i kicked it so hard!"

leah grinned, the tension easing from her shoulders just at the sound of your voice as she ruffled your hair, "i saw, you were brilliant today, you little superstar!"

and as the three of them walked off the field, you chattering away, alessia leaning in close as leah anchored them to her side — harrison being left stood alone in his own thoughts by the sideline .

watching what it looked like when someone actually showed up.

[p0orbaby]

Can I request for Leah? Leah & reader having sex for the first time post reader giving birth.

Leah being super awkward with bringing it up as doesn’t want to pressure reader. Then, reader surprising her with a baby free night & some sexy time ;)

18+, you know the drill

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Her fingers are inside you already. Two, maybe three. You’re not sure. You’ve lost count. She’s laughing under her breath—mean little puffs of air against your jaw—and you can’t tell if it’s at you or just the fact that this is actually happening.

You’re on your back. The bed is crooked because one of the legs is loose and she’s fucking you like she wants it to break. Her hair’s tied back but a bit’s come loose and it keeps sticking to her cheek, damp from sweat. She ignores it. She ignores everything that isn’t your thighs around her ribs or the way you keep grabbing the sheets l as if that’s going to save you.

“Still so fucking tight,” she mutters, mostly to herself, like it’s a complaint.

You want to say it’s because you gave birth six weeks ago and haven’t had anything up there since, but your mouth’s too busy gasping like you’re being murdered in a stylish, well-lit way. You haven’t made noise like this in months. Maybe since New Year’s. You’re not sure. It’s all blurred now. A fog of nappies, leaky tits, and wondering if your fanny will ever feel like yours again.

“Was starting to think you’d never let me touch you like this again,” she says, and it’s not a joke, but it lands like one.

You twist your fingers into her hair and tug until she groans into your neck.

The baby’s at her mum’s. You told her he needed a change of scenery. That he misses the smell of Yorkshire Tea and Harpic bleach and her mum’s wood-burning stove. That you miss silence. But you lied—a little. You wanted this. Just this. Her, inside you, no lullabies playing off a Spotify algorithm. No baby monitor blinking red on the nightstand. No wet wipes on the headboard.

Just skin. Sweat. Spit. Release.

“You’re such a bitch when you’re horny,” you pant, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

You do. You love that she holds back until she’s sure you’re ready. You love that when you said “he’s gone for the night” she didn’t pounce—just stared, half-sceptical, half-relieved, then waited for you to move first. You love that now she’s got you pinned, she’s stopped pretending to be gentle.

You’re soaked. Actually soaked. She pulls her hand out and you hear it. That wet slap sound. She smirks.

“Missed this cunt.”

You snort. “Didn’t miss your language.”

She licks her fingers, bites down on the tip of one. “Liar.”

You’ve been different lately. Still you, but not. More tired. Less flirty. You wear your dressing gown open because it’s easier for feeding. You haven’t shaved your legs in a week. She doesn’t care. She still stares at your tits in the morning like they’re sacred. You catch her doing it while she’s brushing her teeth. She never mentions it.

“Gonna make you come like five times. Make up for lost time.”

“You’ve never made me come five times in your life.”

She’s smiling. Not wide, but that thin, cocky one that starts in one corner of her mouth and drags across like it’s pulling teeth. “Baby, I’ve been edging myself over you for seven bloody weeks. I’m due.”

You laugh. You hate that word—baby—when it’s not about the actual baby. But when she says it like this, chest to chest, voice low, fingers inside you again, you forgive it.

The angle shifts. She’s knelt now. Pulls your hips up into her lap like you’re a ragdoll. Like she owns every joint and every sound. You moan and it sounds rude. Ungrateful. Full of swears you can’t form.

“Look at you,” she says, dragging her fingers over your clit like she’s tuning a radio. “So fucking wet. And for what?”

“For my wife,” you say, breathless, sarcastic, wanting to be pinned again.

She obliges.

The headboard knocks the wall.

You wince. “Neighbours—”

“They’re at Glasto.”

You grin. Filthy. She grins back. Not romantic. Animal.

And then she bends down like she’s starving and your cunt owes her money. You don’t even get a warning. One hand anchoring your hip, the other dragging down your inner thigh like she’s inspecting you for quality control. Her mouth’s already on you. Wet, warm, loud. She makes noise when she eats you. Always has. It’s obscene.

You say her name like a swear word.

You try to close your legs. She doesn’t let you. Grips your thigh and shoves it back up so wide you’re almost cramping. You haven’t stretched like this since you were in labour.

You laugh, out of breath. “You’re gonna dislocate my hip.”

She lifts her head for half a second, glistening. “I’ll call physio in the morning.”

Then back in. Tongue flat, lazy. She does it slowly, like she’s got hours, like she’s paid for the night.

You’re close again, which is ridiculous. It’s been like six minutes. Seven, tops.

She hums against you and you slap the headboard. Not for effect. Just something to hold onto.

When you come this time, you grab a pillow and bite it. You taste fabric softener and tears. Possibly yours.

She pulls back, mouth wet, cheeks flushed. “Still think five’s unrealistic?”

You squint at her. “Your mum has to bring the baby back in the morning.”

“So?”

“So I need to be able to walk to the door.”

She smiles, slow. “You can crawl.” Then dives back in.