#spoiled leah williamson

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𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 // 𝑳.𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏

Spoiled leah is adorable.

You weren’t trying to start a war. You really weren’t. All you’d said - casually, over the noise of the dressing room -was:

“Put your own socks on today, baby.”

And that? Apparently? Was grounds for betrayal.

Leah froze, one sock hanging limp in her hand, mouth slightly parted in the kind of shock only a truly pampered princess could manage. Her blonde hair was half-up, her shin pads balanced on the bench beside her, and she blinked at you like you’d just told her you were quitting football to join a circus.

“What?”

You bit back your smile, tying your own boots with deliberate calm. “You heard me, princess.”

“I just-” she started, voice pitched with disbelief. “Are you…joking?”

“Nope.”

Her mouth opened again, then closed, then opened once more, a goldfish in Nike sliders.

“But you always do it.”

“And you’re perfectly capable,” you replied, shooting her a pointed look. “Come on, big girl. Show me those independent skills.”

She blinked slowly. “You’re evil.”

You snorted. “Because I won’t put your socks on?”

“Because you’re ruining my morning,” she huffed, crossing her arms, dramatic as ever. “I was looking forward to being spoiled.”

“You’re always spoiled.”

“That’s not the point.”

You glanced over. She was still just sitting there. The socks hadn’t moved.

“Leah.”

Her pout deepened.

“Put. Your socks. On.”

She did not move.

You tried to hold firm. Really, you did. But watching your high-maintenance, championship-winning girlfriend sulk over socks? It was too good.

You laughed.

She did not find it funny.

“This is abuse,” she declared. “I’m reporting you to - someone.”

“Someone?” you teased. “Like the FA?”

“Yeah. I’ll say you’re limiting my potential.”

“Oh, because you can’t score goals without me doing your laces?”

“Exactly.”

“Then maybe you’re not the superstar everyone thinks you are.”

Leah gasped -genuinely offended- and finally yanked one sock on in protest. It twisted awkwardly around her ankle.

“Good job,” you said, voice deliberately patronising.

She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t mock me.”

You smirked. “Don’t make it so easy.”

It took her a full three minutes to wrestle both socks into place, grumbling the entire time like you’d asked her to build a house instead of dress herself. She slumped dramatically once her boots were finally on, legs stretched out in front of her like she needed a nap from the sheer effort.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” she muttered.

“Very.”

She shot you one more look. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You leaned over, pecking her cheek with a grin. “I know, princess.”

She tried to pout again -but the corner of her mouth betrayed her, lifting just slightly.

You saw it.

And she knew you did.

So you whispered in her ear, smug and soft: “You looked cute struggling, though.”

“Shut up.”

You didn’t.

*

It had been seven days. Seven long, dramatic, sigh-filled, complaint-heavy days. And you had stood your ground through all of them. No socks. No cleats. Not from you, at least.

Leah had whined. She had pouted. She had claimed you didn’t love her anymore, that she may as well retire, that this -the putting-on of her own gear- was beneath her.

You, of course, laughed every time.

But today? Today was different.

Because today, Leah was done pretending she could cope.

“I’ve had it,” she announced, storming into the dressing room with a fire in her step and a hoodie that was definitely yours but had, without discussion, become hers. “I’m on strike.”

You raised a brow without looking up from your kit bag. “From what?”

“Everything.” She threw herself onto the bench with a dramatic flop that would have impressed any stage actor. “Training. Football. Life.”

You snorted. “Dramatic, much?”

“I don’t care,” she huffed, tossing her cleats to the floor like they’d personally offended her. “I’ve done my own socks for seven days. Seven.”

You looked up, finally, fighting the smile that was already creeping across your lips. “You say that like it’s some sort of human rights violation.”

“It is,” she snapped, jutting her chin out like a defiant toddler. “I’m your girlfriend. Your delicate girlfriend. Whose job is to run for ninety minutes and make tackles and headers and do interviews and sign shirts-“

“You forgot ‘complain about being asked to put socks on.’”

“-and that. Exactly. I’m exhausted. I deserve to be pampered.”

You laughed. “You deserve a medal for surviving a week of basic independence, that’s what you deserve.”

Leah squinted at you, like she was genuinely trying to figure out if you were going to cave. She must’ve seen something in your face -some flicker of weakening- because she sat up straighter.

She blinked slowly. “Baby,” she said sweetly.

“No.”

“Darling.”

You pursed your lips. “Don’t you start.”

“My girl.”

You almost caved. Almost.

But then she hit you with the final blow.

She pouted. Full lips, wide eyes, slumped shoulders. The full princess package.

“Baby, please. My fingers hurt.”

You gave her a long look. “From what?”

“Life.”

You snorted. “God, you’re such a princess.”

She beamed. “You love me.”

You sighed, defeated. Because yes, you did.

“Fine,” you grumbled, dropping to your knees in front of her like you hadn’t spent the last week fighting to not do exactly this. “Give me your foot.”

Leah smirked, smug as anything, and lifted her foot daintily into your lap. “Thought you’d see sense.”

“Shut up.”

She didn’t. Of course she didn’t. She just grinned wider as you rolled the sock up her ankle, then reached for her boot.

“You know,” she said casually, “this is probably good for our relationship. Acts of service and all that.”

“Mm,” you muttered, tightening her laces with more force than necessary

“Is it weird that I missed this?” she asked, swinging her other foot into your lap like she hadn’t just admitted to being completely useless without you. “Like… I genuinely felt less loved without the sock thing.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And you’re an enabler.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you finished tying her second cleat and patted her knee. “There. All done. Happy now?”

Leah’s response was to launch herself forward, arms thrown around your shoulders as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Very.”

“Glad I could restore balance to the world,” you muttered, standing up as she clung to you like a koala.

She didn’t let go. And you’re forced to place your hands beneath her thighs to hoist her up properly.

“In fact,” she said, looking down at you, “you could carry me to the pitch too. Since my legs are tired.”

You looked up her. “Are you being serious?”

She simply blinked, innocent as ever. “Wouldn’t you carry your tired princess?”

You sighed, gently swatting her behind as you turn to walk out of the changing room. “You’re unbelievable.”

And as she wrapped her arms around your neck and giggled in your ear, her chin resting on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but grin.

Because yes, she was a princess, but she was yours.

**

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Can't Pay the Rent | Leah Williamson x Reader

synopsis: can't pay the rent trend

warnings: none x

word count: 1.1k words

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You angle the camera, making sure it was just right. Pressing the record button, you quickly shift the flower vase so it was covering most of your phone screen from direct view.

The "telling my partner I can't pay the rent this month" prank.

You've seen this thread floating around tiktok and you've been tempted to try it ever since. It was a silly little trend, harmless, and fun.

And you couldn't wait to try it on your girlfriend.

Straightening your back again, you try to look nonchalant, curling your knee to your chest and leaning back into Leah's side. She was currently laser-focused on the footy on screen. Not a lot can distract Leah Williamson from a game of football, so it gave you enough time to set up the camera without the blonde noticing. There could be a tornado outside and Leah wouldn't notice until the screen turns off because of blackout.

Out of habbit, she raises an arm, curling it around you and snuggling you closer into her side. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she presses a quick kiss to your temple.

You wait a beat, taking the opportunity to stare at the woman beside you. You look at her, entranced by the way the light falls across her profile, kissing the edges of her hair. Blonde locks brush against her cheek as she pushes her hair back, letting out a frustrated huff at whatever is going on on-screen. Blue eyes—so soft, yet sharp with intention. Her clever brain was most likely analysing plays. Her lips, just slightly parted in concentration, are rosy from the amount of times she would bite them.

You catch yourself staring a little too long, pressing your lips together to try and hide your smile. You will yourself to get into character, putting your past manifestations of being a Hollywood actress into fruition. Now was your time to shine.

"Hey, Lee..."

She hums. Her hand comes up from behind you, fingers instinctively running through your hair. She doesn't look at you though. Her eyes are locked on the screen in front.

You poke her side.

Usually, she would catch your finger and playfully bring it up to her mouth to give you a gentle bite, but all she does is shift away from you.

You pout.

Poke.

"Baby, stop. I'm watchin'"

You poke her side again. "I need to talk to you, Leah"

Her face changes immediately after hearing your words. The blonde frowns, eyebrows already furrowing in concern. Surprisingly, she turns her face towards you.

That was quicker than you thought. You thought you needed to poke and prod longer than that. On the inside, you were practically preening at how attentive your lover is. You hoped the camera was catching all of this.

The football was now an afterthought seeing as how she is blindly feels for the remote beside her. She presses the mute button, tossing the remote back on the sofa beside her.

She turns back to you, her face focused.

"Sounds serious," Leah shifts so that her thigh was pressing against you knee. She brings her other hand over, rubbing your leg, all her attention now on you. "You alright, baby?"

"Yeah-- I just--" You pause for dramatics, like how you've seen all the actresses do.

Letting out a big sigh, you press your Summer Friday coated lips together as if you found it very hard to let the next words out.

"I can't pay the rent this month."

For a moment, all your girlfriend does is stare at you. You part your lips, prepared to repeat what you just said in case she did not hear you the first time, but then she speaks

"...the rent?"

You nod, empathetically, as if you were truly troubled by this revelation. "Yeah. I can't pay this month"

Leah just stares at you for a moment. She blinks a few times, the furrow between her eyebrows growing deeper. Her expression was one of genuine bafflement, and if you weren't careful you would've cracked then and there.

"...we don't pay rent? I bought this flat."

Now it was your turn to pretend to look baffled. You exaggerate it slightly, tilting your head to the side. "okay but I still can't pay..."

Suddenly, the blonde turns her entire body towards you, mirroring your position. She takes a deep breath, the one where you know she was about to lecture you about something very important.

"Baby, you have never paid rent," She says slowly, emphasising her words. While a rarity, you still recognised the sight in front of you. Leah was a hundred percent in captain mode right now.

She squeezes your thigh, her eyes crinkle slightly by the corners. Her voice softens, all full of affection, "in your life."

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, she lets out a small chuckle. "I'm surprised you even know the word "rent"'

You fight the urge to smile. It was hard to be serious when Leah had that goofy expression on her face. The one where her eyes are serious, but one corner of her mouth is tilted upwards, as if fighting her own smile.

Schooling your expression, you continue your performance of a lifetime. You push the hand still drawing patterns on your thigh away. "Lee. I'm serious."

"and I'm bein' serious too, princess” Your girlfriend cups your face, squeezing your cheeks into a pout. Her eyes drop to your lips like they always do. "because why would my girl be paying rent, huh?"

"I used to pay our mortgage" She emphasises, sneaking a quick peck on your lips, unable to resist loving on you. "and besides, you cry at the sight of numbers when they're not printed on a receipt"

You sigh, still keeping up the charade. You hoped she didn't notice your twitching lips.

Although Leah was right though, you weren't the best with numbers-- even during school. As far as you were concerned, the only numbers you were concerned about is the number of shopping bags you could fit in the car. "Maybe next month I could--"

"Fuck no." She laughs, bellows more like it. She pulls you to her, throwing herself back on the sofa and pulling you along, so you were essentially on top of her. A very familiar position.

If this continues, the footage might not be allowed for public consumption.

"Baby, I'm not making you pay rent-- ever. The only thing your pretty little head needs to worry about is what bag you're gettin' next" She rolls her eyes playfully at the last bit, but you know she means it.

"besides...you can pay me in other ways"

You raise an eyebrow at her, mirroring the growing smile on her face. You knew exactly what she is implying.

She cradles your cheek, craning her neck up so she could whisper in your ear. "Why don't you go put on that pretty pink set you bought the other day-- with the lace garter and thigh highs..."

Yeah, this video is not getting posted.

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!

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My girl always gets so cranky - leah williamson

Summary: Y/n’s PMS is ruining her night out with Leah, but when things explode over messy eyeliner, Leah’s love and patience bring her back down.

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: just a little fluff fic because im o period, also, say reservation one more time.

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Y/n tried to be a good person, a good friend, a good colleague and a good girlfriend. She always tried her hardest to be kind, patient and overall a nice person, but there was a specific time in the month that, somehow, turned her into a whole other person.

Y/n had begged Leah to take her out on a date a few days ago, saying she missed trying new foods with her. So Leah, as an amazing girlfriend, did just that.

She reserved a table at a new Arab restaurant in North London and was excited to go out with her girl, but Y/n was having a really hard time getting ready.

“Love, c’mon,” Lead said as she leaned in the archway of the door, watching Y/n doing her makeup in front of the mirror. “We need to go like–” she looked at her watch, “–now.”

Y/n sat at her vanity, gripping the eyeliner as if it had personally wronged her. She knew she was being irrational — knew she was too tired, too stressed, too overwhelmed — but that didn’t stop the frustration from simmering beneath her skin. The shaky lines on her eyelids felt like a metaphor for her entire week: messy, uneven, and impossible to fix.

Y/n had been trying to do cat eyes for the last 25 minutes, but none of her attempts were good enough.

Each line was messier than the last, and every time she wiped it away, it seemed to get worse. Her breathing hitched as she tried to steady her hand and try to do the eyeliner again, but the tension building in her body made it another failed attempt.

She was getting frustrated already, and having Leah breathing down her neck didn’t help with the situation.

She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to remain calm. “I’m almost done, Leah,” she called out, trying to keep her voice steady, though it came out more strained than she intended. “Just give me five more minutes.”

But Leah wasn’t having it. She appeared at the door, arms crossed. “You said that ten minutes ago, babe– I just don’t want to lose the reservation.”

“Well, we will lose the reservation if you don’t step away for a minute and actually let me do my makeup,” Y/n grumbled.

“Oh no! I actually don’t,” Y/n gave Leah the most faux-dumbfounded face. “Can you please explain it to me, Leah?”

Leah crossed her arms. “You do know how a reservation works, right?”

After she finished her sentence her face was back into her grumpy expression.

“Don’t give me attitude,” Leah said angrily, but slowly breathed in and out, calming down. “You know what? If you don’t wanna go, just say so.

“I wanna go! I already said I’m almost done, I just need to get this cat eye right–”

“You look great…I promise. It’s just makeup, Y/n.” The reservation is more important, don’t you think?” Leah said, her voice sharper now.

Normally Leah was very unperturbed by Y/n and her not-so-nice attitude. Mainly because generally, Y/n was very kind and loving, but Leah knew the girl had her moments, especially after a long and stressful day.

“I care about how I look, Leah” Y/n bit back, putting her make-up down again. “I just want to look nice for once–but this stupid eyeliner won’t cooperate.

Was Y/n being spoiled and kind of a brat? Yes. Did Y/n care about it right now? No.

She just wanted to look pretty once. Her whole week had been stressful, she felt ugly and bloated and…she just felt like shit, really– and now Y/n couldn't even have a little time for herself without Leah being annoying. 

She had an argument with her sister two days ago,  it was followed by a disastrous meeting at work where no one seemed to know what they were doing. And then Leah had been in a foul mood since her team’s loss.

Y/n just wanted some time to relax, a night to herself and Leah– a night she’d been looking forward to.

But everything was going wrong.

Leah sighed, stepping into the room and looking at her watch. “Babe, we’re going to lose the reservation if we don’t leave now,” she said, repeating herself once again.

“Bloody hell, Leah” Y/n snapped as she turned to Leah. “You can go alone if you want to.” 

Y/n clutched the eyeliner before throwing it at Leah, who dodged it while looking at Y/n as if she was crazy.

Leah stood frozen for a second after dodging the eyeliner, her eyes flickering from Y/n and the spot where the eyeliner landed. For a moment she felt her face hardened–her eyebrows getting drawn tight, her lips parted, ready to snap at Y/n. 

But instead, she sighed and ran her hands down her face in frustration before collecting herself. She breathed one, two, three times. But as she was ready to speak, Y/n’s angry voice filled the room.

For a second, Leah’s anger burned hot. ‘She can’t be serious’, Leah thought. She was just trying to get her out the door so they didn’t lose the reservation, the reservation to the restaurant Y/n wanted to go.

She wanted to scream at Y/n and tell her she was being irrational.

“You clearly don’t care about how I feel and how I look,” Y/n stomped her way to their bedroom. “I just wanted to do a fucking cat eye.”

As Y/n screamed the last quote, she slammed the door to the bedroom shut. She could already feel tear-pickering in her eyes. She cleaned the tears aggressively while going to the bathroom. 

Stupid. She was stupid. She couldn’t get ready on time. She couldn't do her make-up properly. She couldn’t even pick an outfit. Y/n was looking at herself in the mirror and realised she looked ugly in it.

She began crying even more, her hand pressed to her face. 

Nothing went as planned this week. Nothing went as planned today.

A gentle knock came on the bathroom door, and moments later, Leah walked in, crossing the room quietly and wrapping her arms around Y/n.

“Shh, it’s okay, come here.”

Y/n felt warmth and the sweet smell of Leah’s cologne. 

Leah held Y/n to her chest as she put her chin on top of Y/n’s head, rocking them silently.

It was like the physical comfort was just another trigger for Y/n’s tears. She pressed her body even harder against Leah as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry today’s been so hard,” Leah whispered in her ear. “I also didn’t contribute much to it, huh?”

Leah’s heart clenched, watching Y/n like that, shoulder shaking slightly, feeling the girl sobbing against her body. If Leah was feeling any kind of angriness or frustration, it disappeared the moment she landed her eye on Y/n. 

Leah knew the whole situation wasn’t really about the make-up or the reservation. Y/n had been snappier than usual in the last few days, and Leah had a pretty good guess as to why.

“No, it’s not your fault,” Y/n mumbled, Y/n sniffled, lifting her head slightly to meet Leah’s gaze.” I-I’m just pmsing, I think.” 

“Oh, so that’s what it is,” Leah said knowingly, her lips quirking into a small smile .“My girl always gets so cranky.” Leah pinched Y/n’s cheek playfully.

Y/n nodded, shyly.

“Come on,” Leah said, helping Y/n sit on the bathroom counter while she took some makeup wipes. “Let me help clean you up.”

Y/n sat quietly as Leah grabbed some makeup wipes, her hands surprisingly gentle as she wiped away the smudged eyeliner. Leah’s fingers lingered on Y/n’s face, her thumb brushing along her jaw as if trying to erase more than just makeup.

“I’m sorry I made us lose the reservation,” Y/n mumbled, her voice small “I was just…frustrated about how I looked and the make-up wasn’t helping.”

Leah leaned in and kissed her softly. “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “I get grumpy when I’m PMSing too. You don’t have to feel bad.”

“But I was a bitch,” Y/n muttered, her voice full of guilt.

“Nah,” Leah grinned, waving it off. “Okay, maybe a bit, but I was bloody annoying, so I don’t blame you.”

“I hope we can get the reservations soon?” Y/n asked, looking to the side as Leah gently turned her chin.

“I’ll try again next week, alright?” Leah promised.

“Okay,” Y/n mumbled, still sounding defeated.

“You know,” Leah murmured softly, placing a kiss on Y/n’s temple, “I don’t care if you show up with the messiest eyeliner in the world. You’re still the prettiest girl ever.”

They were in silence as Leah finished cleaning Y/n’s face, her thumb always so gently tracing the line of her cheeks and nose.

“Well, if this cat-eye thing doesn't work out, we could always just go for the ‘I'm so cute even when I cry’ look, "Leah said teasingly, as she wiped the last bit of makeup away.

“I’ll take the cute look any day,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“It looks great on you, darling,” Leah said, kissing Y/n on the lips. “Anything on you looks great.”

“Did you still think that when I had a raccoon-styled eyeliner just half an hour ago?” Y/n smiled, lifting one eyebrow.

“Yes,” Leah winked at her. “It looked edgy, I liked it.”

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Boyfriend behaviour-(leah williamson x reader)

Summary - Some people would say leah has a few typical boyfriend behaviours, and shes sure to deny them. However, you are quick to prove her wrong.

Leah was the perfect girlfriend to you. However, many would even question if you even had a girlfriend and more of a boyfriend. It would start off with her becoming a bit possessive over you when the two of yous would go on dates.

It would start with her hand on your thigh or around your waist, and now she would complain about the length of your dress and try to force you to change. "You can not wear that out tonight. Baby people are gonna stare at you," she pouted."i can wear what i want, love, and if people are gonna stare, it's pretty obvious that im taken with you around, " you responded, putting your heels on.

The next of her behaviours is her love for doing things for you. She'll never let you open any doors or will try to do anything for you, and as much as you love it, sometimes i would be nice to open the jars that are in the cupboards when cooking for the two of yous. "Leahhh, please let me open my own door. im not incapable of it even though it's cute" you winge trying to open the car door as she stands in front of the door "nooo pleaseee let me open the door for you" she begs you and you let her because you cant say no to her.

And your favourite one of her behaviours is her ability to spoil you with gifts even when you tell her that it's too expensive. It was late after work, and leah had left for an away game, and as you opened the door to a bouquet of red roses on the kitchen counter. So, in gratitude, you send her a text thanking her.

It was summer break, and Arsenal had set up a team gathering (clubbing), and leah had begged for you to come with her. Yous were sat around a really crowded booth, so leah made you sit on her lap with her hands around her waist. "Baby, stand up. i need to get drinks for the girls" leah said, tapping on your thigh.

Once she left the table to go to the bar, katie slid up next to you "so y/n are you sure you dont have a boyfriend" she said and you responded hitting her arm "yes im sure even though i do question it sometimes but she's my girlfriend with just a few too many boyfriend behaviours". As leah returned to the table, she made you sit on her laugh again, causing you to laugh. "What you laughing at love?" she asked "nothing its just sometimes i wonder whether i have a girlfriend or not" you responded to her, and she pouted towards you "its okay love i love you and all you're little quirks" you responded kissing her temple as she squeezed your waist.

[flemingology]

christmas request - you get sexy christmas lingerie and surprise leah with a lapdance (which inevitably leads to smut)

unwrapping you ─ leah williamson x reader

part of my christmas series. full masterlist here!

in which: you leave leah's best surprise for last

warnings: implied smut (18+), lap dance, language but also a whole load of fluff

wc: 3.9k

a/n: most unrealistic part in this fic is chicken soup and sandwiches being one of leah fav foods (god forbid that woman eats something colored). in other words... how does one write a lap dance????? this is not full-blown smut. i didn't really feel like including that in this series, but i hope i still did your request justice. <3

Your first Christmas with Leah had been perfect.

Your lover woke you up this morning to breakfast in bed, Leah wanting to make use of the fact she finally perfected the one recipe she knew – fluffy pancakes. You thanked her accordingly with a couple fierce kisses that soon turned into way more than either of you had planned, the two of you finally rolling out of bed a good two hours later, messy hair and flushed cheeks a testament to what you had been up to in bed.

You took a warm shower together, and then set foot outside for a light Sunday morning stroll through London's Christmas markets. You walked side by side, one hand occupied with holding Leah's, other hand nursing a hot chocolate. You took your time on each stall, admiring all the handmade ornaments, pieces of clothing and so many other things that were up for sale. You managed not to spend too much, not getting anything more than a small extra present for your sister and a cute little ornament you would add to your table decoration for the team dinner on New Year's Day.

Back home, you made a quick lunch. You heated up some leftovers from the night before, when you made chicken soup and some sandwiches, one of Leah's self-proclaimed favorite dishes that you made. You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging about, gliding from one Friends episode into the other, drifting in and out of sleep in each other's arms on the couch.

It wasn't until evening came around though, that the best part of the day took place. You had kept the best for last; the presents. Normally you weren't one to wait for the evening, but Leah claimed that it would be cozier, and you had to agree. Your apartment was coated in a warm glow from the mood lighting all around, a couple vanilla-scented candles adding to the cozy atmosphere, you and your blonde lover cuddled up on the couch, a pile of unopened presents ready to be attacked on your coffee table.

As promise to one another, neither of you went overboard. Leah had quite the tendency to spoil you, but you wanted none of that. And to your surprise, she actually stuck to her promise. There were 5 presents on the coffee table; 2 for your girlfriend and 3 for you. Unbeknownst to Leah, though, her 3rd and arguably best present of the night, was already unpacked and waiting for her under your layer of clothes.

A couple days ago, while Leah was at training, you ventured out into the busy streets of London for a final surprise for your girlfriend. You were more than happy with the two presents you had at hand, but you couldn't shake the thought in your mind that had been there for the past couple of weeks, to buy a new set of red, lace lingerie – one that you knew would drive her completely nuts.

So with that secret in mind, you and Leah started opening your presents. She insisted you opened the first one.

"For you, my love," she said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as she handed you the first of her presents, the smallest one. You inspected the envelope, not able to make much from it on first glance. It looked elegant, though, a golden glow coming from the paper. You carefully opened the envelope, revealing a light green card with pastel accents. You couldn't really figure out what it was just yet, but with a little nudging from your girlfriend in the right direction, your eyes lit up as it dawned on you. "You booked us a weekend away?"

Leah nodded, a soft hum leaving her lips. "I know you've been wanting to get away for a little while," she started, taking one of your hands in hers. "I've been busy. You've been busy. But we can take a couple days for ourselves and for us. It'll be nice." Leah had a tentative look on her face, her eyes scanning yours, as if she was gauging whether you were actually happy with this.

Leah was right. The two of you had been extremely busy lately – your girlfriend's football schedule ramping up, and it seemed like the winter months had brought an influx of people wanting to buy estate, leaving you with a tremendous amount of work that you more often than not also took home.

You quickly gave Leah a fierce nod after you realized you got caught up in your thoughts, leaning towards her and pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "Thank you, I love this. I love you. We need it. It'll be good," you mumbled against her lips, your hand cupping her cheek and giving her another peck before you pulled away.

"My turn," you said excitedly. You grabbed the smallest one, a square box delicately wrapped in an elegant-looking black wrapping paper with silver accents. "This looks neat," Leah chuckled, and you bit your lip in apprehension as you handed her your first present. Unlike you, Leah wasn't so delicate with unwrapping presents. She was all ripping and tearing, nothing graceful about her movements. She'd never been a patient one when it came to things like these, and in all fairness, you couldn't blame her. Forever a kid at heart, Leah loved presents.

You got pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a faint gasp escaping your lover's throat. You searched Leah's eyes for any emotion but you couldn't read it, your heart starting to beat a little faster. "Babe, this is...," Leah inspected her present a little closer, "this is gorgeous." She carefully lifted the golden watch out of it's holder and held it in the light, the timepiece brightly reflecting the cozy hue in your apartment.

You'd first gotten the idea when you noticed Leah was online shopping the other day, looking for a new watch. You knew she liked to have a couple, alternating between them based on what outfit she'd wear. She'd been speaking about a new golden one for a while now, the one she had had lasted its time and she wanted a new one. Ever the observer, you'd made a mental note. A perfect Christmas gift.

Leah sported a bright smile, her gaze now pointed towards you. "Thank you, I've been looking at getting a new one, this is perfect," Leah took your hand in hers and gave it an appreciative squeeze, putting the watch back in it's holder and carefully placing the box back on the coffee table. "You could wear it with the black suit you have for New Year's Eve, it'd look really good," you said softly, Leah replying with nothing more than a suggestive wink.

Your blonde lover reached back over to the presents, grabbing a little silver bag and handing it to you. "We're staying in theme," Leah chuckled. You raised your eyebrows at her before your fingers made quick work of untying the knot, revealing a fine, silver necklace with a little L on. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you took in your present, admiring the way it glistened. "I know this seems like I'm basically claiming you, but I wouldn't have bought you this if you hadn't told me about a million times that you wanted one of these."

You let out a breathy laugh, throwing your head back against the couch. "Just for the record, I have no problem with you claiming me." You locked eyes with your girlfriend and saw a little twinkle in hers, to which you surged forward and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. "Thank you. You wanna help putting it on?" Leah nodded eagerly and twisted her body towards yours, clasping the necklace around your neck. Her fingers ghosted over the L that now hung between your collarbones. She kissed your lips once more, lingering a little before she pulled away again and sat upright.

Your next present for Leah was something you knew she'd be over the moon with. Arsenal through and through, your girlfriend had been collecting vintage Arsenal kits ever since you remember. Signed, worn, match kits, training kits, your wardrobe was full with her Arsenal memorabilia. There was one missing though, Arsenal's home shirt from the 2005/06 season, their last year at Highbury. You stumbled across it on Vinted a couple months ago and couldn't believe that it hadn't been picked up yet. The shirt was in perfect state, Thierry Henry's name and number splayed out on the back of it. You paid no mind to the price and ordered it immediately, knowing just how happy your girlfriend would be with it.

You passed her your second present. She felt around a little. "It's definitely clothing." She fumbled around a bit longer with the wrapping paper, before you interrupted. "Le, baby, how about you just open it and see what's inside instead of guessing." Her cheeks blushed a faint red but she complied nonetheless, once again very ungracefully tearing away at the wrapping paper.

Leah's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she took sight of the burgundy shirt. You couldn't really tell with the lack of proper lighting in the room, but you swear you saw a couple unshed tears in her eyes. She quickly made work of the plastic layer around the shirt, holding it up in front of her. "Check the back," you said softly, reaching out towards your girlfriend and resting your hand on her leg that was slightly bouncing, testament to her excitement.

Leah turned the shirt around and you saw her smile growing impossibly bigger. "Babe, genuinely, what the fuck." You chuckled and shuffled closer to her, leaning your head on her shoulder and admiring the shirt along with her. "Nice one, eh?" Leah turned her face towards you and she cocked an eyebrow. "Nice? This isn't just 'nice', this is incredible," Leah scoffed. She turned the shirt back around, feeling the fabric, checking the label, as if she was still not sure whether this was real. "God, you've outdone yourself, y/n. I can't top this."

A smile tugged on the corners of your lips, pressing a soft kiss against Leah's cheek. "I knew you'd love it." Leah folded the shirt neatly and put it down on the coffee table next to the watch, turning her body towards yours. She cupped your cheeks and pressed a tender kiss against your lips, saying so much more than words could grasp. "You're amazing. I love you so much."

Leah pecked your lips another couple times before she retreated and set back against the armrest of the couch. "If I knew an Arsenal shirt was all it would take for you to be so expressive with you love, I wouldn't have waited this long," you said teasingly, earning a grunt and a playful swat at your thigh from your lover. "I am expressive with my love. Don't start on me!" A light giggle fell from your lips and waved away any further protest by grabbing Leah's hand and pressing a soft kiss against her palm. "You've got one more from me," Leah announced giddily, removing her hand from yours and grabbing the final present from the table. "This one's a bit more... sentimental."

You raised your eyebrows at your girlfriend, trying to read anything into her expression, but failing. "Sentimental...," you pried. "Yeah. Just open it. You'll see." You took the present from Leah's hands, the package laying relatively heavy in your hands. You carefully unwrapped it, each tear of the paper revealing a little more of Leah's final present. Eventually, you realized what it was. A handmade book of the last three years of your relationship. The book was littered with polaroids, screenshots of messages, souvenirs from places you went together, movie tickets, little notes you left for her to find on days you were out the country, and so many more. You could feel a stray tear making its way down your cheek as you scrolled your way through the book, catching it as quick as possible before it could fall on the paper and ruin anything. "Gosh, Leah,..." you mumbled, "sentimental is one way to put it, yeah," you said, muttering out the words past the obvious lump in your throat, sniffling a couple times as the memories unfolded underneath your fingers.

"You like it?" Leah's voice sounded small, and it almost agitated you, because you didn't even know how to begin voicing to her how much this meant to you. Leah wasn't one for the big romantic gestures, nor was she very showy with her affection, so for her to do something like this, to put so much time and effort into handcrafting this, it meant the world to you. You lifted your head and locked your gaze with your girlfriend's, a small frown etched between your eyebrows. "Le, please,..." you breathed, "do I like it?" You scoffed, and shook your head lightly at how ridiculous you found the question. "This means so much to me, Leah, you know that." You felt the blonde nudge a little closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder and looking at the polaroid your fingers seemed to linger on. "Remember that night?" she said softly, pressing a soft kiss against your shoulder.

"Of course I do," you said matter-of-factly. It was a polaroid you'd taken on the first time Leah slept over at your apartment. You'd been over at hers plenty of times, but somehow her sleeping over at yours felt like a step up. She'd come over and brought your favorite Italian take-away. Initially you both insisted on cooking together, but a long day at respectively football and work lulled you both into the comfort of having a meal prepared for you. You lounged on the sofa for what felt like hours, talking about everything and nothing until you settled for watching a film wrapped in each other's embrace. Somewhere during the night, though, you felt like the air had shifted a little. Touches lingered a little longer, kisses were a little sloppier, leading to the first time you made love to one another later that night. It was messy, clumsy and very nervous, but it was perfect. Perfect, because it was yours.

The memories flooded your mind and you couldn't help the jolt of arousal that coursed through your body upon remembering the events of that night. You leaned your head against Leah's, pressing a kiss against her temple. "As much as I would love to look through all of this right now, I've got one last present for you," you said softly, coaxing her head off your shoulder, carefully closing the handmade book and placing it on the coffee table. You tried to ignore the little insecurity that crept underneath your skin when you thought about Leah's final present. Deep down, you knew she'd love it, but you always felt a little apprehensive about things like this. The lingerie was one thing, the lap dance you were planning on giving her a whole other. "Another one? But it's not on the table?" Leah's eyes scanned around the room, clearly confused as to where you could've hidden another present. "It's not there, Le," you chuckled at the expression on her face. "It's upstairs. You stay here, I'll be right back," you put a hand on her chest and gave her lips a chaste kiss, standing up from the couch and making your way up the stairs before she could quip back a response.

You thanked your former self for having already put on the lingerie before Leah came home this afternoon, one less thing to worry about now in your nervous state. You slipped off Leah's your hoodie and sweatpants you'd been wearing, your girlfriend insisting that she wanted you to spend tonight in cozy clothing. You braved a look at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom, and you felt some of the insecurities melt away. You looked good. The lingerie hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all the curves you knew Leah loved so much. The longline bra was snug around your waist, the lace perfectly outlining the curve of your breasts. The thin red bottoms left little to the imagination, the waistband – accentuated with a little ribbon – just underneath your belly button. They gave prominence to your strong, tanned legs, likely your favorite thing about this set. You gave yourself an appreciative nod and pulled a robe out of your shared wardrobe, draping it over your half-naked body, giving Leah an extra layer to take off. You quickly decided to also pull a pair of red heels out of your wardrobe, putting them on and making your way out of the bedroom before you could doubt your choice of footwear. You stood at the edge of the stairs and took a steadying breath before you started making your way down. The clicking of your heels alerted Leah immediately, not able to delay her seeing you until you were downstairs.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in your outfit, and she put her phone down that she was mindlessly scrolling on to pass some time while you were upstairs. You could see a little glint in her eyes as you took the final step of the stairs, making your way back over to the couch at a tantalizingly slow pace. The air had most definitely shifted, Leah's intense gaze locking with yours as you slowed to a stop right in front of her. A smile tugged at your lips and you grabbed Leah's chin between your thumb and index finger, coaxing her face up towards yours and pressing a dizzying kiss against her lips. "I told you I had one final present," you mumbled against her mouth. "Why don't you discover what's underneath this robe?" You softly bit Leah's bottom lip as you let go of her lips, a lust-filled haze now clouding her eyes as she thought about what could be underneath the robe.

Leah's fingers made quick work of the knot tied around your waist, leaving the piece of clothing to fall to the ground, revealing your lingerie. "Oh," Leah's breath hitched in her throat and you would've grown insecure about her reaction if you hadn't seen the twinkle in her eyes. You were hit by a flurry of confidence and you twirled around, shaking your ass a little while your back was facing her before you turned back to face her. "Fuck, babe, this is..." Your girlfriend's words got caught in her throat as she let her eyes rake over your body once more, making sure she wasn't dreaming. You'd worn lingerie for her a couple times, after she had voiced how much she'd love it if you tried a couple sets. But never had it been a thing outside of the bedroom. You'd worn lingerie sets, worn sets underneath robes for her to discover, but it always happened in the comfort of your own bed. This, though, was a next step. A slight blush coated your cheeks as you felt Leah's intense gaze on you. She reached out one of her hands and looked up to you apprehensively, "Can I?" A smile tugged at your lips and you let out a light chuckle. "I'm all yours."

Leah's hands roamed all over your body, from your waist, to your thighs, to your lace-covered breasts, your calves, your ass, your girlfriend didn't leave a spot untouched. It wasn't long before her touches grew needy, and you put a hand against her chest to stop her, not wanting the rest of her surprise to get lost in her own excitement. "Le, wait," you said. Her eyes flicked up to yours, and you noticed how wide her pupils had gotten. A smirk made its way onto your face as to what would happen next. "You've been so good to me. Let me do this for you, okay?" You didn't await Leah's response. Instead you pulled Leah forward a little, and turned your body around, spreading your legs sitting yourself down on her lap. You couldn't ignore the doubts that crept in your mind about what you were doing, because you had never done anything like this. You'd sat on Leah's lap, plenty of times, but you'd never given her a lap dance. You did your research, naturally, you even watched a couple videos – although you had to click those off due to the abundance of secondhand embarrassment you experienced. Either way, you tried to calm your nerves by thinking how much Leah would love this, no matter how good you were at it. She never failed to voice her love for your bum.

Pulling yourself out of your thoughts, you leaned your back against Leah's chest and gave a tentative roll of your hips against her lap. The slight hitch of your girlfriend's breath didn't go unnoticed to you and it gave you the fire in your belly to continue your ministrations. You started grinding your hips against hers in a steady but slow rhythm. You alternated between moves, gently bouncing up and down Leah's lap or popping your hips every now and then, every reaction you pulled out of your girlfriend fueling your confidence. You could sense Leah was a bit unsure as to what to do with her hands, but as the time went on and she felt herself getting more and more aroused, she started guiding your body along with her hands. She aided your movements, pushing you down against her hips, loving the way your behind brushed her core with every gyration of your hips.

A couple moments passed and an idea popped into your mind. You leaned back into your girlfriend, your head resting on her shoulder as you looked up towards her and your gazes locked, a small frown etched on your face that was driving Leah wild. You locked lips with her and you couldn't hold back the breathy moan that escaped your lips at the feeling of her mouth against yours. The kiss was messy, all tongue and teeth, and it perfectly encapsulated the building pressure between the both of you. You tried moving your hips in an eight-figure, which pulled a groan from your girlfriend. "You're driving me crazy," Leah whispered into your ear, softly nipping at your earlobe as she kept her hands firmly on your waist.

You let out a breathy laugh that soon turned into a whimper as Leah's hands moved up towards your breasts, palming them and placing kisses against your back as you rolled your hips back into hers. One of your arms was placed on Leah's thighs, holding yourself up, and you threw the other around your girlfriend's neck, letting your nails rake over the skin on the back of her neck. Your moves grew frantic as you felt arousal building in your core, your gyrations less measured and less precise, the more Leah's hands started to wander all over your body. Any remnants of your earlier insecurity long washed away, you were more than pleased with how your final present for your girlfriend turned out. "God, Le, you feel so good," you breathed out as you let your head fall to her shoulder once again, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. A particularly harsh thrust of your hips against hers caused Leah to groan again, digging her fingers into your sides as she whispered in your ear.

"Bedroom. Now."

[starsjulia]

spoilt rotten // leah williamson

masterlist

a/n : i flipping love writing leah x spoilt reader so here’s another one

warnings : fluff, playful teasing, kinda suggestive at the end

Leah Williamson was known for her unwavering focus on the pitch—sharp, commanding, and completely in control. As Arsenal’s vice captain, she knew how to lead, how to push her teammates to be the best, and how to give everything for the badge. But when it came to you? Well, Leah was nothing short of head over heels, and everyone knew it.

You were, simply put, breathtaking. A model with a body that could stop traffic, and a face so stunning it made people stare. Your presence was captivating, whether you were at a glamorous event or just lounging at home in one of Leah’s old hoodies. And Leah? She couldn’t help but spoil you rotten, constantly doting on you, treating you like a princess. It was something her teammates never let her forget.

The latest round of teasing came after a grueling win for Arsenal. The team was in high spirits, buzzing from the post-match high as they headed out for a team bonding dinner at one of London’s trendiest restaurants. The private room was filled with laughter and chatter, but all eyes turned when you walked in, your arm linked with Leah’s, her hand resting possessively on your lower back.

Dressed in a sleek outfit that hugged your curves perfectly, you looked every bit the model you were—effortlessly chic, and drop-dead gorgeous.

Leah, as always, couldn’t take her eyes off you. She was practically glued to your side, her thumb tracing gentle circles against the small of your back. Her teammates, well, they were all too used to it by now, but it didn’t stop them from throwing their usual jabs.

“Oh, here she is—our very own supermodel,” Katie called out, her Irish accent coming through as she grinned at you. “Come on then, Leah, what’s it gonna be tonight? More Chanel? Maybe a trip to Milan? She’s got you wrapped, mate.”

You laughed, used to the teasing by now, as you slid into the booth next to Leah. “I’m thinking diamonds, Katie. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, babe?” you teased, turning to Leah with a playful glint in your eye.

Leah groaned softly, rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless. “Only the best for you,” she murmured, her arm slipping around your shoulders as she pulled you close. Her lips brushed the side of your temple, her voice low enough that only you could hear, “You deserve the world, love.”

Katie snorted from across the table, leaning back in her chair. “Jesus Christ, she’s got you good. You’d buy her the moon if she asked, wouldn’t you?”

Beth, who was sitting across from you, grinned and elbowed Caitlin. “Aye, I reckon she already has. I mean, look at ‘em.”

Caitlin chuckled, her Aussie accent thick as she nodded. “Mate, I think we’ve all accepted Leah’s never gonna say no to her. She’s gone.”

Leah just smiled, unbothered by the jabs, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “They’re just jealous,” she whispered in your ear, her breath warm against your skin. You shivered lightly at the feeling, biting your lip as you leaned into her touch.

The team broke into laughter, but Leah didn’t care. Her attention was solely on you, her eyes filled with affection as she watched you chat easily with the girls. Even after a tough match, you were the most beautiful thing in the room, and Leah’s heart swelled every time she looked at you.

As the dinner went on, the teasing continued. Between sips of wine and mouthfuls of food, the team couldn’t resist throwing more playful jabs Leah’s way.

“So, Leah,” Beth started, her voice laced with amusement, “how many handbags have you bought her this week? We reckon it’s at least three.”

Leah smirked, her fingers idly playing with the ends of your hair. “Only two,” she responded nonchalantly. “Had to hold back a bit this time.”

Katie let out a loud laugh, nearly choking on her drink. “Hold back? Are you hearing yourself?”

You giggled, leaning into Leah’s side as her arm tightened around you. “She’s just generous,” you said with a grin, flashing Leah a look that made her stomach flip.

“Generous,” Lotte echoed from further down the table, shaking her head. “More like she’s whipped.”

Leah huffed playfully, pulling you even closer so your legs pressed against hers under the table. “You lot are just jealous you don’t have someone as gorgeous to spoil.”

Caitlin raised her drink. “Touché.”

Leah’s hand slid a little lower on your waist, her fingers brushing just under the hem of your shirt, her touch making your skin tingle. You turned your head to give her a knowing smile, your voice dropping to a whisper. “You really don’t mind, do you?”

Leah’s eyes darkened just slightly, her gaze flicking to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Not one bit, princess.”

---

A few days later, Leah had invited some of the girls over for a chill night at her place—Beth, Katie, and Lotte were sprawled across the couch and chairs, beers in hand as they chatted casually about the latest matches, the conversation flowing easily. Leah was mid-sentence, explaining some tactical breakdown from the last game, when you suddenly strolled into the room, your voice lilting with that teasing tone you always used when you wanted something.

“Leahhhh…” you called sweetly, padding barefoot across the living room in one of her oversized hoodies. Leah immediately looked up, her heart fluttering at the sight of you. “There’s this new Victoria’s Secret collection that just dropped,” you continued, drawing out your words as you made your way over to where she sat. “And you know how much you love it on me.”

Leah barely blinked, already reaching for her wallet. Without even thinking twice, she pulled out her card and handed it to you, her mind clearly still half-absorbed in the football conversation. “Sure, princess. Get whatever you want,” she said casually, not missing a beat.

You grinned, taking the card with a cheeky kiss to her cheek. “Thanks, babe,” you purred, already planning your shopping spree as you turned and left the room, your hips swaying just a little more than usual as you walked away.

The second you were out of earshot, the room fell into a stunned silence before erupting into laughter.

“No way!” Katie gasped, her Irish accent thick as she clutched her side, barely able to contain herself. “Leah, you didn’t even blink! You just handed her the card like it was nothin’!”

Beth was wiping tears from her eyes as she shook her head. “Mate, you didn’t even ask what it was for. She’s got you wrapped, doesn’t she?”

Leah shrugged, leaning back on the sofa with a lazy grin. “What can I say? She looks incredible in everything she wears—especially Victoria’s Secret. It’s a win-win for me.”

Lotte leaned forward, her brows raised in mock disbelief. “You serious? You didn’t even think about it.”

Leah smirked, completely unbothered by their ribbing. “Don’t need to. She can have whatever she wants.”

Katie groaned, tossing a cushion at Leah. “You’re bloody hopeless. Whipped doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

Leah caught the cushion and threw it back, shaking her head with a grin. “Yeah, well, if you had someone like her, you’d be the same.”

Beth grinned, leaning back in her chair. “Fair play. But seriously, Leah, you’re like a bloody ATM at this point.”

Leah just shrugged, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not about the money. I want her to feel special. She deserves it.”

Just then, you reappeared, walking back into the living room with a satisfied grin as you handed Leah her card. “You’re the best, babe.”

Leah smirked, sliding the card back into her wallet before grabbing your hand and pulling you down to sit on her lap. Her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as she nuzzled into your neck, teasingly repeatedly shifting yourself to ‘get comfortable’.

“Jesus Christ, can you two get a room?” Katie groaned, taking a long sip of her beer as she watched the two of you. “This is getting out of hand.”

Leah just chuckled, her lips brushing against your jaw. “We might just do that later,” she murmured lowly, her voice soft but with enough edge to make your skin tingle.

Beth groaned, throwing her hands up. “And here we go again.”

You laughed, pressing a quick kiss to Leah’s cheek before turning to Beth with a cheeky smile. “I told you—it’s the Victoria’s Secret effect.”

The girls erupted into laughter again, but Leah’s grip on you tightened slightly, her fingers brushing the hem of your hoodie. “Can’t say I mind,” she murmured into your ear, her voice low enough that only you could hear.

You turned, your breath warm against her skin as you whispered back, “I know you don’t, babe.”

Leah’s eyes darkened slightly, her thumb brushing against your bare skin under the hoodie. “I’ll show you just how much later.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you bit your lip, the playful glint in her eyes sending a shiver down your spine. But before you could respond, Lotte interrupted with a dramatic groan.

“Alright, alright, enough with the flirting,” Lotte said, rolling her eyes playfully. “Save it for when we’re not here.”

You and Leah exchanged a look, both of you grinning before turning your attention back to the group. The night continued, filled with laughter, teasing, and the easy banter that only comes from close friends. But even as the conversation flowed, Leah’s hand stayed glued to your waist, her fingers gently tracing patterns against your skin.

And though her teammates teased her relentlessly, Leah wouldn’t have it any other way. You were her princess, her everything, and she’d spoil you for the rest of her life if it meant keeping that smile on your face.

[gpcwsl]

HAPPY EASTER!

Leah Williamson x Reader

Easter Sunday

WC: 636

MasterList

Warnings: nothing, short? Unless you count Leah being a kid as a warning.

Song: “You Make My Dreams” by Hall & Oates

-

You should’ve known this was coming the moment Leah started getting suspiciously excited when Easter came up in conversation. One minute, she was scrolling through her phone, casually mentioning how fun it would be to do something “different” this year. The next minute, she was pouting dramatically because apparently everyone else got Easter egg hunts, and she didn’t.

You gave in—because how could you not? Especially when she added that final blow:

“It’s been two years. Two years, and not once have you hidden chocolate for me to find. Do you even love me?”

So now here you were, standing in the middle of your flat at 9am on Easter morning, holding a glittery clue card in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, while Leah bounced on the balls of her feet like a five-year-old at a birthday party.

“Okay,” you said, handing over the first clue. “No running. No tearing the house apart. And no bribing the dog to help.”

“I make no promises,” Leah grinned, snatching the card and reading it dramatically.

-

Clue #1:

Not too hot, not too cold,

Where things stay fresh and never old.

You’ll find your next clue with something green—

Perhaps your favourite midnight cuisine?

Leah gasped. “The fridge!”

She ran—despite your very clear rule—and yanked it open, rifling through until she found the second envelope tucked between a tub of hummus and a bag of spinach. She held it up triumphantly. “You’re good at this.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you muttered, grinning behind your coffee.

-

Clue #2:

You wear me daily, but not on your feet,

I hold your secrets, your phone, and your sweets.

If you want to go further, don’t just peek—

Check the one you used all last week.

Cue dramatic sigh. “My gym bag? Babe, that thing smells like trauma.”

You shrugged. “True treasure requires sacrifice.”

She disappeared into the hallway, muttering about protein bars and smelly socks. A minute later, she returned with the third clue—and a chocolate bunny she found stashed inside.

“You’re spoiling me.”

“Only a little. Now keep going.”

-

The hunt continued: a clue under her football boots, another stuck inside the book you were reading together, one hidden in her favourite hoodie pocket. Every time she found one, her eyes lit up like she was five years old again, cheeks flushed, hair a mess, completely caught up in the game.

Until finally, she reached the last clue.

-

Final Clue:

Two years of love, laughter, and play—

You make me smile every day.

The last egg waits where hearts feel full,

Go to the place where nights turn cool.

She paused. “Wait—‘where nights turn cool’? That’s… the bed?”

You gave her a knowing look.

She bolted again.

You followed slower this time, sipping your coffee, hearing her gasp before you even reached the doorway. There, sitting on her pillow, was a giant gold-wrapped Easter egg—along with a little note.

She picked it up and read it aloud:

“Happy Easter, my love.

There’s no one else I’d rather be ridiculous with.”

Leah turned around, eyes soft now, the chocolate forgotten for a second.

“You’re so soppy,” she murmured, walking up to you and wrapping her arms around your waist.

“You made me do an Easter egg hunt, Williamson.”

“And you loved it.”

You laughed. “Maybe.”

She kissed you once, twice, then held up the egg like it was a trophy. “Now. Shall we eat this in bed and watch Shrek like true adults?”

You grinned. “Absolutely.”

And so, you ended Easter morning tangled in each other under the covers, sticky fingers, chocolate smiles, and the soft hum of “All Star” playing in the background—your grown-up version of childish joy. Just the way Leah liked it.

[wosoarsenalwfc]

yours to hold

leah williamson x reader

summary: leah being a clingy girlfriend

warnings: none

It was 7:06 am when you woke up to a pair of arms locked tightly around your waist and a sleepy head buried into the crook of your neck.

Leah Williamson, Arsenal’s no-nonsense vice-captain and England’s defensive wall, was anything but tough in bed. In fact, she was practically made of cling wrap. You tried to shift your body, needing to get up for training, but her grip only tightened.

“Nooo,” came her muffled voice, raspy from sleep and still tinged with a pout. “Stay.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a hand through her blonde hair. “Babe, we’re gonna be late. I still need to make you coffee and put your socks on, remember?”

That earned you a sleepy hum of approval, followed by her leg tossing over your hip to further anchor you down.

“I like when you put my socks on.”

“You just like being spoiled.”

She grinned against your neck. “Only by you.”

Eventually, you coaxed her out of bed with the promise of breakfast and kisses. You got ready in the shared bathroom while Leah sat on the edge of the bed like a sulky toddler. You shook your head at the sight—oversized Arsenal hoodie drowning her frame, hair a mess, legs swinging as she waited for you to kneel in front of her.

She wiggled her toes expectantly. “Sock me.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately and did as told, sliding the black Nike socks onto her feet. She beamed and pulled you in for a kiss once you were done.

“Thanks, mama,” she teased, smirking.

“Call me that again and I’m not carrying you down the stairs.”

She immediately launched herself onto your back. “Too late. You love it.”

And okay, yeah, you did. You were taller, stronger, and very much a simp for this woman—though you liked to pretend you weren’t. With her arms wrapped around your neck and her legs around your waist, you carried her piggyback style down to the kitchen.

******

Training was where the mask came on.

Leah transformed from your clingy koala girlfriend into the composed, slightly intimidating team leader. She wore her frown like it was stitched onto her skin—brows furrowed, jaw set, eyes sharp.

To everyone else, she looked serious. Professional. Focused.

To you? She just looked like she was trying not to cry because you didn’t hold her hand during the warm-up jog.

You caught her glancing at you during passing drills and mouthed, You're gonna get wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.

Leah immediately broke into a cute pout—just for you, of course—and mumbled something under her breath as she turned away, cheeks flushed.

"Oi, quit flirting!" Beth yelled from across the pitch.

Leah flipped her off without missing a beat, then jogged over to you during a water break.

"You’re rude," she whispered, bumping her shoulder into yours.

"You love it," you whispered back, nudging her bottle toward her.

“Yeah. That’s the problem.”

Later that day, you and Leah headed to St George’s Park to report for England duty. It was always a surreal feeling—putting on the crest, being surrounded by the best. But the moment Leah’s hand brushed yours as you walked in, some of the pressure eased.

You saw Lucy giving you both a knowing look.

“She’s in one of those moods,” she muttered as you passed her.

“She’s always in one of those moods,” you replied with a smirk, watching as Leah sulked after you didn’t immediately sit next to her in the meeting room.

You caved quickly though, dropping into the seat beside her and letting her rest her head on your shoulder while the coach went over tactics. She might’ve been 24 and a decorated defender, but she was also very much your clingy baby behind closed doors.

******

Dinner was sushi takeout and your Spotify playlist humming through the speakers. Leah had changed into one of your hoodies (again), curled up with her head in your lap as you absentmindedly played with her hair.

You scrolled through your phone with one hand, the other tracing patterns into her scalp.

“Hey,” she mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“You love me, right?”

You looked down, heart tugging at the vulnerability in her voice.

“I carry you downstairs and put your socks on, don’t I?”

“That’s not a yes.”

You leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Of course I love you.”

She smiled, all soft and sleepy and safe.

“I’m gonna marry you one day.”

Your heart did a flip, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you grinned.

“Good. I’m expensive. You better start saving.”

She laughed, eyes scrunching the way they only did when she was really, truly happy.

******

You were almost asleep when Leah rolled on top of you with a heavy sigh.

“I can’t sleep.”

You cracked one eye open. “I wonder why.”

She buried her face into your chest. “I need to be touching you.”

“You are touching me.”

“I need to be touching more of you.”

You groaned playfully and adjusted so she could lay fully sprawled on top of you like a human blanket. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but if it helped her sleep? You’d allow it.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You make everything easier.”

You kissed the top of her head. “Same to you, baby.”

And within minutes, you both had fallen asleep cuddled up against each other.

notes : feel free to send in any prompts or requests !!

[mysunshinetemptress]

ENEMY COLOURS

Leah Williamson x Manchester United!reader

Warnings:if I tell u it spoils it, but it’s an imagine, nothings real.

Leah’s a Gooner through and through, Arsenals the team she’s adored since she was a kid, it’s a well known fact.

But she's engaged to you, a red, a red devil from Stretford.

Like Leah you've had a season ticket since you where a kid, hail, rain or shine you where there, chanting along with your dad and grandad while dreaming of one day playing at Old Trafford.

And like how Leah pursuses the same dream and makes it so do you.

Leah wears six, centre back for Arsenal, you wear ten a midfielder for United.

Like Leah the dream was the club the reality was so much better, you both played for club and country.

Leah rotated between the number five and six, Captain, You number seven, player.

So the weeks you get to spend together are few and far between often made up of England camps, and sometimes bye weeks, they are rare but they happen and for the first time in ages yours and Leah's matches up.

For the first time in weeks Leah's in Manchester, you're together.

Bye weeks sadly don't mean you have a full week off, you still have media to attend to which means you've had to leave Leah at home, asleep unaware of your absnces.

You haven't been gone for hours, maybe two at a push but with the knowledge of your fiance at home in your apartment you're itching to leave, so as soon as you're dismissed you're gone, racing home to your girl.

But you don't expect the sight that greats you as you walk into the kitchen.

Leah's stood her back to you, hair messily tied back humming as she makes a cup of tea, but its the top shes wearing that causes you to freeze, the jersey shes wearing, it's yours, not the one with your name on the back, not one of your engalnd jerseys but your United jersey, your vintage united jersey, your Eric Cantona jersey.

Leah's wearing a manchester United jersey and you can't believe it, you rub your eyes, pinch your arm and tug your hair to ensure you're not dreaming.

"What are you doing." Leah jumps her spoon clanging on the counter as she spins, "Y/n you scared me." You just blink at her "What are you doing." Leah looks at you confused "Making tea, do you want one?" You shake your head "Alright then." Leah turns back to her tea as you walk around the kitchen towards her.

Leah jerks her head back as your hand moves to her forehead, "Y/n what are you doing." You don't answer to busy studying her face for any signs that she feels ill, "Le, do you feel alright." Leah just looks at you like you've grown an extra head "I think i should be asking you that." You stare back at her "Me, you're the one in my United Jersey."

Leah freezes then looking down at the red jersey "Eh." you expect her to say she threw it on by mistake, that she picked the first thing she could find, that the room was dark, but she doesn't, instead her face goes red, "It's yours." Thats her excuse, really you think. "Well then why didn't you put on one with my name on it." Leahs cheeks are now matching the colour of the jersey she's wearing.

"It's just... comfortable," Leah mumbled, avoiding your gaze as she finally stirred her tea. The redness in her cheeks hadn't faded, and you could see the tips of her ears were also flushed. Comfortable? Your vintage Cantona jersey? It was probably three sizes too big for her!

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a playful smirk starting to tug at the corner of your lips. "Comfortable, huh? More comfortable than your own Arsenal kit?"

Leah finally looked up, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "Well, yeah. Yours is... softer." She fiddled with the hem of the jersey, the fabric swallowing her frame.

"So soft that you decided to represent the enemy in it?" You raised an eyebrow, enjoying her discomfort.

She huffed, taking a sip of her tea. "It's not representing anyone. It's just a shirt."

"A very specific shirt," you countered, pushing off the counter and taking a step closer. "My vintage number seven shirt. The one I practically lived in as a teenager."

Leah’s gaze softened slightly as she looked down at the jersey again. "Yeah, well..." she trailed off, a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips.

Intrigued, you closed the remaining distance between you. "Well, what?"

She finally met your eyes, and the playful defensiveness melted away, replaced by a warmth that made your heart do a little flutter. "Well... it smells like you."

A wave of tenderness washed over you. Of course. Of course, it did. It was the scent of home, the scent of you. The jersey wasn't just a piece of fabric; it was a connection to you when you weren't there.

"So, you missed me?" You asked softly, reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Her blush deepened, but she didn't deny it. "Maybe a little." She took another sip of her tea, her eyes still locked on yours.

You chuckled, the tension in the room completely dissipating. "Only a little? After weeks apart, all you can muster is 'maybe a little'?"

Leah placed her mug down on the counter and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. The oversized jersey bunched up slightly in your embrace. "Okay, maybe a lot," she admitted, you laugh "I'm never going to live this down am I ?"Leah asks her head resting on your shoulder. "Not a chance."

Leah pushes off you picking up her tea and moving towards the sitting room "Coming." you nod picking up your phone "Yeah love."

Leah settles down on the couch her arm rasing for you to fit under, freezing as her phone buzzes with a notification from the family group chat.

Suddenly, Leah stiffens beside you. Her eyes are glued to her phone screen. "Y/nnnn." She wines as she stares at the photo and the many text bubbles appearing on the chat, you laugh the photo of her in your jersey staring back at you.

"Oh god my mums typing."

[wileys-russo]

leah williamson - "you got a what piercing!?" really cheeky reader cause that's so youuu

something silver II l.williamson

it had taken all of your self restraint not to tell leah when you'd first thought of the idea, egged on during a night out with school friends when it was first floated.

you'd always had trouble keeping things in when you knew it would make someone happy. you'd spoiled nearly all of your anniversary presents purely from being unable to withhold from seeing the way leahs eyes lit up when you told her what she'd be receiving.

but you'd held your tongue and done your research and your girlfriend was none the wiser. the surprise in question was a new piercing and as much as your excitement peaked right up until the day of your appointment, reality was swift.

in the sense that it fucking hurt.

you almost broke your best friends hand who offered to go with you, the poor girl grunting in pain but putting up with it having had hers done last year so knowing all too well what you were currently experiencing.

but then it was done and you were being driven home, your best friend buying you ice cream on the way as you grabbed something for leah knowing she'd just be home from training when you arrived.

and sure enough her car was in the driveway as you made your way to the front door, tugging your jumper tighter around you and grateful you'd not worn anything tighter fitting just yet.

"lee? i'm back!" you sung out as you let yourself in, glancing around with a frown when nothing could be heard back, but then an all too familiar bark of laughter sounded from outside and you followed the source.

your girlfriend was sat on the back deck, lounging in a sun chair with her training gear on and her phone pressed to her ear, clearly chatting away with someone quite happily as you left her to it.

you instead busied yourself putting away the groceries she'd brought home with her at your request, almost done when you heard footsteps sound back into the house and a moment later arms wrapped around you.

as cute as this normal habit was as leahs hand brushed your new piercing you hissed, the blonde retracting instantly at the noise as you spun around and met her furrowed brows of concern.

"i'm okay!" you promised, cupping her face and bringing her in for a soft kiss of reassurance, leahs hands falling to your hips and drawing your body closer. though again as your chest pressed against hers you made a strange noise and recoiled.

"okay no. babe whats going on?" leah questioned, frown etched into her features as you sighed. "go sit on the sofa, i'll be in in two seconds." you nodded over her shoulder as the taller girl gave you a funny look.

"two seconds, promise. go!!" you pushed her shoulders with a small laugh as she huffed but did as you asked none the less, putting away a few things and ducking off into the guest bathroom to make sure everything was sitting correctly.

with a satisfied nod you followed after leah who was sat on the sofa with her head buried in her phone, but as soon as you joined her it was tossed to the side and an eyebrow raised curiously in your direction.

"so i did something today, and it means i have both good and bad news." you started, leah nodding for you to continue as you sighed. "so. bad news first, we won't be able to kiss for a week or so-" you started, leah sitting bolt upright and opening her mouth to argue as you held up a hand and she fell silent.

"-because i got a tongue piercing." you finished, leahs eyes widening in shock, clearly not having anticipated those words leaving your mouth. "you got a what piercing?!" leah spluttered out as you nodded with a smile.

"tongue. but while it heals we're not allowed to kiss and i have to eat soft foods and-" you started to list off as leah firmly shook her head. "nah nah you're messing with me, babe there is no way you got a tongue piercing. you're scared of needles! you fainted when you got your flu shot!" leah scoffed in disbelief.

"i really did." you nodded, barely able to blink before leah was stood up in front of you, hand clasping your jaw. "show me." she ordered clearly trying to pry your mouth open making you laugh and shove her away.

"leah!" "no, show me!" "get off you idiot!" you laughed as she almost tackled you down to the couch, squeezing either side of your jaw as you rolled your eyes but opened your mouth causing her scowl to deepen.

"liar. why would you lie to me like that!" leah huffed seeing your very much hole free tongue. "well thats the good news." you grinned, pushing her away and standing again, though this time right in front of her.

"the good news is that you didn't get a tongue piercing and aren't withholding kisses from me?" leah rolled her eyes as you shook your head. "no, i did get a piercing today." you announced as leah sighed, leaning back into the sofa clearly assuming this was another rouse.

"what? your cli-" "leah!" you cut her off with wide eyes, cheeks flushing red as she only shrugged and you kicked her gently.

"no. these!" you took her again off guard as you lifted up your jumper, revealing the two brand new rings settled into your nipples as leahs jaw slackened and almost hit the floor.

"jesus christ." the girl exhaled shakily, eyes locked onto your chest making your proud smile widen. "why wouldn't you just...lead with that." leah mumbled shaking her head, eyes never moving as you shrugged.

"more fun that way." you grinned cheekily as finally leahs eyes flickered upward to shoot you a playful glare. "well come here then, let me inspect properly." you squealed at her hands grabbing at the waistband of your pants and pulling you down onto her lap.

but right as her hands moved you took them in yours and pinned them to her side with a shake of her head. "nuh uh, no touching until they heal." you warned as leah groaned and threw her head back. "seriously? thats just cruel." the blonde sighed as your grin grew.

"patience williamson, i know thats not your strong suit but lets consider this a learning opportunity." you teased, squeezing her hands still locked with yours. "but they are-" you leaned in so you spoke right into her ear.

"-very, very, very sensitive." you whispered, kissing her neck and retreating though right as she let out a quiet groan and leaned in to properly kiss you you were off her, pulling down your jumper and leaving her almost falling off the sofa as she kissed empty air.

"fine. how long do i have to be patient for then? wicked woman." leah sighed, following after where you disappeared to the kitchen, handing her a recovery shake from the fridge as you grabbed out a water for yourself.

"three to four weeks until you can play with them." you answered casually right as leah took a sip, though clearly that was a mistake as the girl choked and you gasped as she did a partial spit take.

"leah catherine!" you growled, face flecked with shake as the blonde covered her mouth and quickly put down the half chugged shake. "baby i am so-" you held up a hand with closed eyes and she fell silent, covering her smile with her hand.

"i am going to shower." you warned, opening your eyes to glare at her as you stormed off but didn't hear her footsteps follow after you. "well are you coming?" you paused by the door to ask, raising an eyebrow as the blonde scurried to catch up almost tripping over herself in her haste.

"oh no no, you're coming with me." you warned, hand to her chest stopping her from pulling her top off as you quickly stripped off your jumper feeling your ego rise from the way leahs cheeks heated up and her eyes dropped right to your chest.

"but i thought-" "no, patience remember? so you can sit and look, but you don't get to touch." you turned around with a satisfied grin as leah groaned loudly but dropped to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet, chin resting on her hand with a scowl as you stripped off properly and stepped into the shower.

"this is going to be the longest month of my life."

[mapis-putellas]

Spoiled leah is smth that I didn't know I needed

MOREEE MOREEE MOREEEEE

I have more fics in the works that’ll be up soon 🤭

[mead-iocre]

Pay Attention To Me | Leah Williamson x Reader 

synopsis: do you know what's worse than dating a football player? dating a football fan.

warnings: brief mention of sex

wc: 2.5k words

Sometimes you wonder to yourself what possessed you to date a footballer. You weren’t athletic or sporty, and unlike your athlete brothers, you didn’t enjoy any sport enough to stick to it. Your only means of exercise was pilates and the occasional trip to the beach in your cute bikini. 

So how did you end up dating a professional footballer? 

You found yourself thinking about that question as you sit curled up on one end of the leather sofa browsing the Chanel website on your laptop. On the other end of the sofa, with her legs sprawled out and a beer bottle in one hand, sat your girlfriend. Leah was dressed in a grey hoodie and matching grey joggers; her hair was down, which was a rarity these days due to the heat, streaks of light blonde strands framing her pretty face. From your place on the sofa, you are granted the most breathtaking view of the ocean thanks to the expansive glass walls. The horizon stretches as far as the eye can see; the sky painted in hues of orange, pink, and purple. As the sun begins to set, it casts a golden glow over the water, making the waves glimmer and sparkle.

The villa was gorgeous, and exactly like how the pictures showed it to be. You had chosen the place yourself, tempted by the promises of walking out onto the deck and being able to jump into crystal clear waters. The spacious overwater bungalow features polished wooden floors, high vaulted ceilings with exposed beams, and furnishings in soft, neutral tones complemented by cool-tone vibrant accents. When you showed pictures of the villa to your girlfriend, she took once glance at it and handed you her gold amex card. She didn’t even ask you for the price. 

Back to your own question earlier, the short answer was that Leah was attractive as hell. She was also everything you could ask for in a partner. She's got a cracking sense of humour, she's passionate about her job, family-orientated, and it didn’t hurt that she was the most gorgeous woman you had ever laid eyes on. She made sure to spend as much time with you around her busy schedule. She accepted that you were high-matainance, and gladly indulged you. Leah was the whole package. Sometimes as you lay in bed, when the night is still and quiet, you would take a moment to thank your lucky stars that she walked into your life. 

However, no one in this world is perfect– even someone like Leah Williamson.

Your girlfriend’s biggest flaw was that she is a football player–and by extension– that meant she was a football fan.

And that was the problem. 

Today was the 2024 Euros final. England somehow managed to slither their way to the tournament final and will be facing Spain to compete for the title of Champions of Europe 2024. The original plan was to head over to the Williamson’s house so everyone could watch the game together. However, your birthday happened to fall in the week leading up to the final. As a birthday gift from your very generous girlfriend, Leah had surprised you with a week-long trip to the Maldives. Her only condition was that she gets to watch the Euros final at the villa 

Uninterrupted. 

And being the good girlfriend that you are, you were more than happy to compromise. That is until you realise that Leah has pretty much ignored you the entire day. 

Well– maybe ignore is the wrong term. She was acting the same this morning– ordering a breakfast spread fit for champions by the time you woke up, booking a luxury spa treatment for the both of you at the resort, and even letting you run wild with her card at the nearby mall where there’s a strip of high-end stores with names like Cartier, Vacheron Constantin, and Dior. You came strutting back to the villa in your new pair of Jimmy Choo kitten heels, while Leah trails behind you, her arms full of shopping bags– all of them belonging to you.

However, you were what other people would call clingy. You craved attention and affection more than the usual person. Physical touch was your love language, and most of the time, your girlfriend was more than happy to meet your needs. 

But not today it seems. 

She was far too busy watching a bunch of men on telly chase a ball around a field of freshly cut grass to pay enough attention to you.

Finally getting board of looking at bags and shoes on your laptop, you shut it down and put it aside. Stretching one leg over the length of the cream white sofa, you nudge Leah with your foot. “Lee…”

Without even moving her eyes away from the screen, your girlfriend just hums in reply. Rude.

Another nudge with your freshly manicured toes. “Leah”

Finally he blonde turns to you, grasping your foot with one hand effectively putting an end to your incessant poking. “What, baby?”

“I’m bored” You pout at her. 

“Then watch the game, darling” She tilts her head towards the 85” Samsung TV that is mounted on the wall. Her hand was now lightly massaging your foot and your calves, probably sensing how tense you are. 

You groan in reply, your head falling backwards dramatically. “That's exactly what’s boring me, Lee” 

Leah just smiles, but it’s a bit strained. She just wants to watch the game, and you’re making it hard for her to focus. She’s usually used to your indifference for the sport that she happens to make a career out of. You only "enjoyed" football when your girlfriend was playing. You attended all her matches and would cheer loudly for her when she's on the pitch. Whenever Leah would drag you along with to watch football matches as a spectator with her, you would reluctantly agree– after many kisses and promises of shopping afterwards– and armed with the latest copy of Vogue to pass the time. If she wasn’t on the pitch, you did not care.

You sneak a peek at her, wanting to see if she would indulge you further, but she was already turning her attention back to the TV. Stupid tv. 

You rattle your foot that is still under her hand. You didn’t know where this was coming from but you had enough of being pushed aside for a game of football. “Leah!” 

And that’s when she snaps. 

“Fucking hell– would it kill you to be quiet! Can’t you see I’m trying to watch the match, mate?” She gestures wildly at the tv. Her eye brows were drawn together, the skin between them wrinkled. When she looked at you again, her gaze was intense– piercing almost.

You glare back at her, hoping she can feel your wrath from her peripheral since she has once agin directed her eyes back to the tv. “m’not your mate” 

You huff audibly, snatching your foot back from her grasp. You could feel the annoyance bubbling up inside you. Sure, you had both compromised that Leah gets to spend one day to watch the game uninterrupted. And yes, you did get your girlfriend all to yourself during the last five days, but you couldn’t understand why she was pushing you away like this. You were being selfish, but who wouldn't be when their girlfriend is being uncharacteristically mean about it.

When you were in one of your moods, you had a habit of muttering under your breath when things don't go your way, making scathing, albeit humorous, remarks. It wasn’t long before the sounds of you grumbling under your breath could be heard by your now equally moody girlfriend. 

“bloody football…this was supposed to be a birthday trip yet my girlfriend is spending time watching ugly men kick a ball around…we could’ve been snorkelling and exploring the reefs or having sex on a yacht but nooooooo apparently football is more interesting”

Sometimes Leah found it cute but other times, like today, your grumbling was annoying and it was distracting her from the game. The blonde just wants an hour or two to watch football uninterrupted, yet you can't even give her that. She smacks her hand down hard on the sofa, startling you and putting an end to your angry muttering. Leah turns to you and glares. “If you want to keep grumbling like that go do it somewhere else. You’re actually fucking pissing me off. don't know why I even put up with you” She groans the last bit as she rubs her forehead like you were some sort of nuisance to her.  

That did it. 

You were annoyed at the lack of affection from your girlfriend, and the same person that you wanted attention from was now mad at you. You glare at her right back, but your eyes were starting to water and you were getting the sniffles.

Wrestling the blanket off your lap like you were fighting an alligator, you swing your legs off the sofa, ready to stomp to the room and slam the door like a mature lady when Leah grabs your arm before you can move. “Sorry. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, baby” 

You angrily wipe away a traitorous tear as it slides down your cheek, trying to shake off the blonde’s grip but she holds firm. She moves to stand on her own two feet until she’s standing in front of you. Leah crouches down slightly, forcing your eyes to meet her blue ones. She frowns when she notices your tear stained cheeks. “Darling…hey, look at me, please”

You meet her eyes, albeit reluctantly. She rewards your effort with a kiss on your wet cheek. “I didn’t mean it. Don’t cry, please. You’re breaking my heart, baby” 

“Oyarzabal…Cucurella! 2-1 SPAIN!! Time is running out and Spain are nearly there. Oyarzabal hooks the ball out left to Cucurella, who beats a flagging Walker with a lovely diagonal ball into the box.The substitute is stretching ahead of Stones, having timed his run to perfection in between England's two centre-backs, and slides to put Spain back in front. This might just be it for England…”

Shit.

You head snapped towards the tv in shock, your annoyance disappearing. While you weren't personally rooting for any of the two teams, your English girlfriend was rooting for England so you automatically were rooting for England too. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

You were anticipating a slew of cursed words from the Milton Keynes native, but her eyes had not left your face once, far too concerned about making sure you were okay. You were her number one priority, always. 

Taking a step closer to her, you rub the sides of her waist lightly. It was your turn to comfort your girlfriend. You hug her, pressing your head against her chest to listen to the rhythmic beating of her heart. It’s soothing and familiar, and any lingering feelings of frustration have completely disappeared. 

“The lads can pull one back” You say to her, peeking at the time running at the left top corner of the screen. Your girlfriend still hasn't said anything and you assume it's because she's sad about the score. “They’ve still got 10 minutes to equalise– plus additional time to play.” Just because you weren’t the biggest football fan out there did not mean you didn’t understand how the sport works. 

“Quit thinking about the match for a minute, baby, I don’t care about them right now. Are you sure you’re okay?” Leah pulls back slightly, cupping your face gently, and you lean into the warmth of her palms. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, Lee. I was just been silly” You pucker your lips up at her, and she grants your request with a grin. She kisses you once, and then again, pecking your lips repeatedly like she can’t get enough of you. 

You give her one more kiss, giving her a sharp bite on her lower lip before you pull away completely. Leah frowns at that, her eyebrows furrowing in displeasure. 

“I’m going to grab my laptop and watch Desperate Housewives out on the hammock. I’ll leave you to your football–alone– so you can focus.”

“What no. Baby, you can’t leave me when we’re one nil down during a Euros final” Leah gestures animatedly at the TV, the scoreline still showing Spain in the lead. “Stay with me. Watch your show right here with me” 

It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

Without waiting for you to reply, Leah began pulling you by the hand back to the sofa. She sat down, tugging you onto her lap. You just laugh, not even bothering to reach for your abandoned laptop on the other side of the sofa. You snuggle into her, your chest pressed together, tucking your face into the crook of her neck. Just because you agreed to stay with her, doesn’t mean you were interested in watching the match. 

A buzzing from the inside of your short’s pocket startles you slightly. You glance at the screen, reading the text, and then gasp. 

“love, my Chanel sales associate is asking me if I’d like to book an appointment at their store to see their new collection! There’s actually a cute bag that I've been thinking about…"

Leah hums, distracted slightly, not even looking at the phone screen that you are practically shoving into her face. “Yeah, we can get your bag once we arrive back home” 

You squeal, already texting your sales associate to go ahead and book you in. 

“–only if England win it” The typing stops and your heart drops. Your celebration cut short. 

“w-what…b-but, love…” You look up at her to see if she was serious, and to your dismay there's not a hint of playfulness in her gaze. She's serious. Glancing back at the screen, you see England have only 5 minutes left to equalise if they want to play for additional time, but the seconds are ticking by quickly. 

Scrambling off your girlfriend’s lap, you take your place beside her on the sofa instead. You have never been more motivated to cheer for a team your girlfriend was not playing for. Mustering all the manifestation in the universe, and your desperate need for that Chanel medium 25cm double flap shoulder bag in pink quilted lambskin leather with silver metal trim, you shout from the top of your voice “C’mon, England!!”

Leah just laughs loudly beside you, yelling and whooping too. 

However, sports can be a cruel thing sometimes.

England did not end up winning the Euros, much to the dismay of your girlfriend— and probably an entire nation. However, you got your bag anyway. Leah could never say no to you. She would give you the entire world if you asked for it, but luckily all you wanted is a pink Chanel bag– for now. 

More spoilt!reader x Leah because you all seem to enjoy her.

I wrote this the day after the Euros and then abandoned it because I got stuck and experience a writer's block halfway lol. Hope it still delivered.

-- kisses, butter.

[russo-woso]

This isn’t a good idea || Leah Williamson

Warning smut 18+, fingering, public setting

Based on this request here. Thank you for the idea :)

Summary You and Leah decide to take a risk

You knew from the moment you woke up how the day would end.

From the minute you opened your eyes, you knew you’d wake up tomorrow morning without the ability to walk.

Leah loved milestones.

First kiss.

First date.

First anniversary.

But this one was the biggest one so far in her opinion.

Your fifth anniversary.

Five years ago, you and Leah became a couple and that was a major thing is Leah’s eyes, and yours.

For the past three weeks, Leah had been telling you that she had planned the whole day for the two of you.

From the moment you woke up, to the moment you close your eyes.

So when Leah woke you up early on the day of your anniversary, you knew it was going to be a hectic but loving day.

“Babe, wake up.” Leah whispered, pressing kisses to your exposed collarbones, which just happened to be covered in light purple bruises from a few nights ago.

“Hi, baby.” You said, quietly, a big smile appearing on your face as you saw Leah.

“Happy anniversary, love.” Leah told you, pressing her lips on yours.

“Happy anniversary, Leah.” You mumble before kissing her again.

"Are you ready for today?" Leah asked, a cheeky grin resting on her face.

"Well, I will be when you tell me what we're doing." You reply, excitedly.

You were excited because for the last three weeks, Leah kept teasing you about what you were going to be doing but then when it came to you asking, Leah would refuse to reveal it.

But this time, instead of not telling you, Leah was going to tell you.

"We're going to jump in the shower together, then we're going to the spa for the morning. After a relaxing morning, we're going to go shopping. Whatever shops you want to go to, you can buy whatever you want, on my card, including a new outfit for dinner tonight at the new Italian place that you've been wanting to try." Leah explained and you couldn't help but smile at her excitement that showed whilst telling you.

"You don't have to spoil me, baby."

"Of course I do, love. You spoil me everyday. Let me just have a day so I can spoil you." Leah told you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, gently massaging it.

"Thank you, Le." You said, before she grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you onto her hips.

Placing her lips on your exposed chest, Leah started to rock your body back and fourth on her thighs.

You rolled your head back due to the contact, a stifled sigh leaving your mouth.

"Le, please don't start something you can't finish." You told her, coming to realisation that this would probably have to wait until later.

"It's just a warm up for later, love." Leah smirked, playfully winking at you before guiding you to your en-suite bathroom.

_______

The day had gone perfectly.

Just as Leah said, the morning was relaxing. You enjoyed your time at the spa, using it wisely to unwind.

After a nice couples massage, you and Leah drove into the centre of London, stopping off at several shops to pick up the perfect outfits for your date.

You decided to go for a simple dress that showed some cleavage whereas Leah bought a new brown suit, that you loved.

Once you'd finished shopping, you made your way home, getting ready before making your way to the restaurant.

You and Leah sat down and ordered your meals along with a bottle of red wine.

"You look gorgeous tonight, love." Leah complimented, leaning in close to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"So do you, baby." You replied back, taking a sip of red wine.

As the night went on, you couldn't help but notice Leah's wandering hand travelling up your thigh.

At first, it was an innocent hand placement, she gently squeezed it as you continued your conversation with her.

It was something she always did, but as you ate, it travelled further and further up until eventually you had to take it away and place it in its original place.

You'd already finished eating once her hand started travelling again.

After a while, her fingers laid just under your dress, slightly moving the fabric further up your thigh.

"Le, stop it. Don't start something you can't finish." You repeated your words from earlier, sending Leah a warning look.

"Who says I can't finish this?" Leah asked rhetorically and you shook your head at her.

"Leah... not here, not now."

You were lying if you said you didn't want it because, truth be told, you'd been waiting all day, but not in the middle of a busy restaurant with waiters walking past every few seconds and people surrounding you.

"Come on, babe. No one will know. Just keep quiet." Leah whispered in your ear, her fingers circling your covered clit.

She moved your underwear to the side, swiping her fingers through your folds.

"You're soaked, pretty girl." Leah muttered, taking a sip from her glass.

From a person walking by's view, it looked like a couple having dinner, but from your view, you could see Leah knuckle deep inside you.

"Fuck, Le." You breathed out, unable to make a noise due to the life surrounding you.

"You look so beautiful like this, love. When we get home, I'm gonna fuck you so good. So good that you'll be screaming my name."

Leah, teasingly, slowed down her pace to stop your orgasm from approaching.

"Please, le. Please, I want to cum. I want to cum on your fingers." You begged and Leah obliged, speeding up the pace of her fingers.

Leah continued to thrust her fingers in and out you before curling them.

You grabbed a hold of her bicep as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Leah pulled you in for a mind numbing kiss, her lips smashing into yours.

The lingering taste of red wine on her lips had you in a chokehold.

The smell of her perfume had intoxicated you.

the feeling of her fingers in your pussy had you shattering into millions of pieces.

Leah kept her lips on yours until you came. She wanted to swallow all your orgasmic sounds that escaped your lips.

"Fuck." was all you said as you broke your lips from hers, looking in her eyes to see her eyes full of lust.

Leah pulled her fingers out of your pussy, a small whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact, and bought them to her mouth.

She let out a small hum of satisfaction as she licked her fingers clean.

"I don't think i'll be needing desert, do you?"

[woso-dreamzzz]

Romantic Masterlist

_ - Smut

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Pet Problems -> Social Media

Pet Problems II -> Your cat gets pregnant (It's all Mapi's fault)

Pet Problems III -> Meeting the kittens is very stressful

Pet Problems IV -> The first two kittens go off to a new home

Pet Problems V -> It's adoption day for the last of the kittens

Shot Through The Heart -> Social Media

Shot Through The Heart II -> The story of your love

Shot Through The Heart III -> You're pregnant

Shot Through The Heart IV -> Your last final

Second Time's The Charm -> You and your kind of ex-wife

Second Time's The Charm II -> You, your kind of ex-wife and a baby

Second Time's The Charm III -> You spoil your wife

Second Time's The Charm IV -> Alexia gets her puppies

Second Time's The Charm V -> You feel terrible

Second Time's The Charm VI _ -> You take control

Second Time's The Charm VII -> A look back when you were still 'divorced'

Second Time's The Charm VIII -> You have your baby

Second Time's The Charm IX -> Your co-workers meet your wife

Second Time's The Charm X -> Your wife has always been frowny

Second Time's The Charm XI -> An old face watches a match

Run, Run, Run -> You have to run

In A Rich Woman's World -> You're good at throwing money at problems

Wasps -> Your girlfriend and a chair on the balcony

Goddess -> Alexia just can't help herself

Leah Williamson x Reader

Nothing But Net -> Social Media

Nothing But Net II -> You've got one of the biggest games of your life and your girlfriend comes to support you

Nothing But Net III -> Leah is dramatic about your move

Holiday -> Social Media

Strictly Come Dancing -> The final of Strictly Come Dancing

Sorry -> The aftermath of the World Cup

Snap -> It's all Leah can hear

Alessia Russo x Reader

Muse -> Social Media

Muse II -> You attend one of Alessia's matches

Champion -> You're riding a high and make sure to keep it going

Grace Clinton x Reader

Race -> Racing at its finest

Hardersson x Reader

Ref -> Cards always fly when your girlfriends play against each other

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Enemies -> Out on the pitch, you're enemies

Laura Feiersinger x Reader

Tea -> You're part of her routine

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Accident -> It wasn't planned

Accident II -> Lunch with your sister

Charli Grant x Reader

Reunion -> Your girlfriend moves to Spurs

Courtney Nevin x Reader

Movie Night -> You see your girlfriend

Chloe Logarzo x Reader

Birds -> Your girlfriend comes to your place

Mary Fowler x Reader

Date -> You're a bit of a wallflower

Date II -> Social Media

Ellie Carpenter x Reader

Hangover -> A holiday with your teammates

Katie McCabe x Reader

Carded -> The comeback of McCard

Power -> You and Katie both know who really holds the power

Power II -> You put Katie in her place

Knight -> You yell at your sister

Ona Batlle x Reader

Home -> Social Media

Javelin -> You and Ona are each other's homes

Patri Guijarro x Reader

The King -> Patri thinks you're the king of Barcelona

The King II -> Your sister thinks you're hiding something from her

Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Ma'am -> You steal your father's plane

Ma'am II -> The plane ride

Ma'am III -> The aftermath of your elopement

Ma'am IV -> There's a lot of security

Ma'am V -> You want your wife happy

Ma'am VI -> You come home after a meeting

Shy -> You still get shy around your girlfriend

Questions -> You vs Carla the social media manager

Jana Fernández x Reader

Hi Barbie -> You're Barbie and Jana's just Ken

Hi Barbie II -> Bruna interrupts

Bruna Vilamala x Reader

Escape -> You need an escape plan

Escape II -> Your sister meets your girlfriend

Escape III -> You visit Barcelona

Fridolina Rolfö x Reader

Mornings -> Early mornings with Frido

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Reader

Flirts -> Your cousin's two friends are definitely flirting with you

Flirts II _ -> Mapi and Ingrid take you home

Flirts III -> You have doubts

Flirts IV -> You hate to go

Flirts V -> Your girlfriends are worried

Loud -> You and Mapi have always been loud

Loud II -> You really need to stay quiet

Photoshoot -> Your new photoshoot

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Oops -> It was an accident

Janine Beckie x Reader

Brewing with Beckie -> You go on the podcast

Chloe Kelly x Reader

Flowers -> It's a tradition

Lauren Hemp x Reader

Master Builder -> You work at Legoland

Laura Coombs x Reader

Cookies -> You bake a bit too much

Cookies II -> Social Media

Cookies III -> Laura comes home to something she doesn't like

Deyna Castellanos x Reader

Uni Love -> Social Media

Uni Love II -> You'll follow Deyna anywhere

Amanda Ilestedt x Reader

Pictures -> Your girlfriend visits you in London

Laia Codina x Reader

Treat You Better -> Laia thinks you're in a relationship with your best friend

Treat You Better II -> Social media

Treat You Better III -> You visit Spain

Treat You Better IV -> The Conti Cup

Treat You Better V -> Sometimes, Laia can't understand you

Andrea Medina x Reader

My Wife -> You've known Andrea for a very long time

Vicky Losada x Reader

Anger -> Your phone kept ringing

Anger II -> Social Media

Anger III -> It was meant to be a quiet night

Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Tesco -> How Leila got the bruise on her cheek

Run, Run, Run II -> Your new life

Run, Run, Run III -> Your ex and your girlfriend spot you at the same time

Laia Aleixandri x Reader

If Music Be The Food Of Love -> Leila can't quite believe that Laia's bringing her to see the orchestra

If Music Be The Food Of Love II -> Social Media

[moonlight-alexia]

how some of my readers from my fics/universes celebrate their birthdays (including ones that haven’t been written but i’ve talk about on here!)

if you want any birthday hcs for particular readers that i’ve written so far then let me know! :)

mccabe!r - enchanted to meet you universe (steph)

mccabe!r who seems tough on the pitch, on her birthday (if she’s not on camp or club matches) she spends the day volunteering at different animal rescues and the week before she goes out and buys all these dog toys, cat supplies etc anything and everything rescues could need and goes around donating.

after her and steph get calvin, r ends up taking calvin to the rescues with her and when r retires from football she’ll convince steph to let them start fostering dogs (they definitely have a few foster fails along the way)

she’ll still go out and party, katie makes sure of it, also r does love going out with her friends. but she’ll always make sure to give back

tiny - pair of pests universe (kyra)

tiny turning 22 this year absolutely loves the idea of her birthday, mainly because she calls it her ‘taylor swift birthday’ since she is a big swiftie and goes about her day singing 22 and annoying everyone

tiny loves being spoiled, but hates all the attention on her as well. though when tiny has her birthday, all her arsenal teammates (minus kyra because they wanted to keep it a secret from tiny and kyra would blab) would join together and pull a prank on tiny, getting her back for all the pranks and messing around she’s done on the team

r - love me anyway universe (steph)

r, from love me anyway universe, has always hated her birthday especially since she had to move to england, celebrating never felt right

she always tries to go every year without anyone finding out, which was never easy because school made birthday charts for every grade and then if she was on camp with youth nationals they’d always celebrate it same with arsenal

despite hating her birthday, steph always made it so special when they were together. r would end up loving her birthday just to want to pretend it never existed

williamson!r - a universe with kyra

williamson!r who struggles to take a break from her work even to celebrate her birthday, has kyra showing up in the morning and her flower shop with leah in tow. leah pushing r out of her shop to go spend her morning with kyra and in general to take a day off (leah has been around r’s shop plenty to know how it runs, also because r obviously has a complete folder with everything leah would need to know)

kyra takes r out and takes care of her the entire day, just wanting r to relax and enjoy her birthday and not worry about her shop for one day