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Could you please do Leah x pregnant reader, where Leah got worried if everything is ok with the baby but reader is comforting her that everything is ok? Thank you 🫶🫶🫶

part one HERE.

Leah Williamson x Pregnant!Reader

Part two, three tests

WC: 454

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: pregnancy? Very short.

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Leah’s knee bounces anxiously as she grips your hand, her fingers wrapped so tightly around yours that they’ve started to tingle. You glance at her from your spot on the exam table, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Leah, love,” you murmur, squeezing her hand. “Breathe.”

She exhales sharply, her blue eyes darting to yours before shifting back to the ultrasound machine. “I just—what if something’s wrong?” she whispers, barely audible. “What if—”

“Nothing is wrong,” you interrupt gently. “Our baby is fine.”

She nods, but you can still see the worry in her face, the crease between her brows deepening. Every single appointment, it’s the same. Leah is always on edge, her body stiff with nerves, her hand like a vice around yours. You know she’s scared—scared of the unknown, scared of something going wrong, scared of not being able to protect the both of you.

You shift your free hand to your belly, rubbing slow circles over the curve of it. “They’re strong, babe. Just like you.”

Leah’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t fully smile. Before you can say more, the doctor enters, greeting you both with a warm smile before starting the scan. The moment the screen flickers to life, Leah tenses beside you, holding her breath as if any sudden movement might disturb the image.

And then—there it is. The steady rhythm of your baby’s heartbeat fills the room, the grainy image of your little one appearing on the screen.

Leah exhales a shaky breath, her shoulders dropping as she clings to your hand.

“There they are,” you whisper, smiling up at her.

Her eyes shine with unshed tears, her gaze locked onto the screen. “They’re so big,” she breathes out, almost in awe.

You laugh softly. “Five months in, babe. Of course they are.”

The doctor continues talking, reassuring you both that everything looks perfect, but Leah barely responds—she’s too caught up in watching, in staring, in memorizing every tiny detail she can. When the scan is over, she finally looks at you, her face soft, raw with emotion.

You reach up, brushing your fingers along her cheek. “See? Everything is fine.”

She nods, swallowing thickly. “I just—I love you both so much,” she whispers. “I don’t ever want anything to happen to either of you.”

Your heart aches at the vulnerability in her voice. You cup her face, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “Nothing will happen,” you promise. “We’re okay. And we love you too. So, so much.”

Leah presses her forehead to yours, closing her eyes. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

You smile, resting a hand over hers against your stomach. “They can’t wait to meet you either.”

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Massage therapist for the arsenal team taking care of Leah after a tough training session trying to massage the knotts in her thighs but Leah is making y/ns job ten times harder with how she’s whimpering and moaning Leah turns onto her back and grasps y/ns hand in her own guiding it between her legs

First smut, kinda nervous, lol.

Leah Williamson x Masseuse!Reader | 18+ |

Your hands

WC: 667

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: NSFW | Massage Table Smut | Teasing, Begging, Fingering, Mutual Need

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You always knew when Leah was coming in. She had this way of walking — confident, but tired — like she carried the weight of the whole club on her back. And maybe she did. You’d been her massage therapist for a while now, long enough to know every knot in her body. Every tight muscle. Every trigger point that made her shiver.

Today, she looked worn down — cheeks flushed from exertion, eyes heavy with fatigue and something else, something darker.

“Tough session?” you asked as she lay down on the table.

She groaned into the cushioned face cradle. “Felt like hell. Thighs are on fire. You’re gonna have to be mean.”

You chuckled softly, drizzling warm oil into your palms. “I’m always mean.”

Her smirk was audible in her voice. “That’s why I keep coming back.”

You started low on her thighs, the long muscles tight under your fingers. You pressed into her hamstrings, working upwards slowly. Leah breathed through her nose, controlled at first — but the second your thumbs hit the inside of her right thigh, just beneath the curve of her ass, her whole body jerked.

A low whimper spilled out of her.

You froze, a little startled by how raw it sounded.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “Sensitive there.”

You tried to keep your voice steady. “That where it hurts?”

“That’s where I want your hands,” she said, voice barely above a whisper.

Your breath hitched, fingers pausing over the slick skin. She shifted, subtly at first, her legs parting just slightly, just enough.

You swallowed hard and kept massaging — but slower now, deliberate. The heel of your hand slid along the tender inner thigh, your thumb grazing dangerously close to where her towel barely covered her. Leah exhaled hard, and a tiny moan slipped out again, unmistakably aroused.

You paused. “Leah…”

She turned over suddenly, the towel slipping down to reveal her abs, the slope of her hips. Her thighs parted shamelessly as she looked up at you, flushed and breathless.

“I can’t stop thinking about you when I’m on this table,” she confessed. “Your hands… the way you touch me…”

Your mouth went dry.

She reached out, grabbing your wrist and guiding your slick hand down, down, until your fingers were resting right at the edge of her towel. Her hips arched into your touch.

“Please,” she whispered.

You slipped beneath the towel. Her skin was burning hot, wet already, and when your fingers brushed through her folds, Leah gasped — her head falling back, hands gripping the edges of the table.

You circled her clit first, slow and teasing, watching her come undone beneath your touch. She moaned, louder this time, and her legs spread wider, begging for more. Your fingers dipped lower, sliding inside her with ease, and she clenched around you instantly.

“Fuck—yes,” she gasped, hips rolling.

You leaned over her, pressing your mouth to her jaw, her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as your fingers pumped deeper. Leah tangled her hands in your shirt, dragging you closer, needy and desperate.

“Been thinking about this every time you touched me,” she whispered. “Every fucking time.”

“You should’ve said something sooner,” you muttered against her throat, curling your fingers until she cried out.

She bucked into you, breathless, legs trembling as you fucked her harder. The massage table creaked beneath her, her moans echoing off the walls. She was close — you could feel it in how she clenched around your fingers, how her thighs quivered.

“Come for me, Leah,” you breathed against her lips. “Let me feel you.”

She shattered with a cry, her whole body arching off the table as she came around your fingers. You held her through it, slowing your strokes as her thighs trembled and her breathing steadied.

When she finally opened her eyes, cheeks flushed and hair wild, she looked up at you and smirked.

“Well,” she murmured. “You definitely helped with the tension.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss her. “That’s what I’m here for.”

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Y’all are gonna get a smut in an hour or so. My first ever smut.

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Request: sorry I’ve changed it a little, I was already doing something similar before you sent that request.

Leah Williamson x Reader

Good night and good morning

WC: 1062

Leah Williamson MasterList

MasterList

Warnings: Kissing, soft make out, suggestive (only slightly).

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The night air was crisp, slipping through the slightly open window of their shared bedroom. The soft hum of London traffic was distant, barely noticeable under the warmth of the blankets that cocooned them. Their golden retriever, Milo, was curled up at the foot of the bed, his soft snores filling the quiet space.

It had been a good day—a morning game, a win, and the feeling of triumph still buzzing faintly in their chests. Now, though, exhaustion had settled in, their muscles aching in that satisfying way that only came after ninety minutes of football.

Leah lay on her back, one arm draped lazily around your waist, fingers tracing absentminded circles against the fabric of your shirt. You snuggled close, had your head resting just under Leah’s chin, eyes fluttering closed every now and then, though you wasn’t quite ready to sleep.

A small sigh left your lips before you lifted your head, shifting onto your side to face Leah properly. The room was dark, but you could still see the soft outline of her girlfriend’s face, the way her messy blonde hair framed her features, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

Leah blinked, adjusting to your movements, her lips curling into a small smile.

“What?” she murmured, voice still laced with the remnants of sleep.

You hesitated for a second, a hint of playfulness in your tone as you mumbled, “You know… we haven’t had a soft make out in a while.”

That was all Leah needed to hear before her smile widened. She didn’t say anything, didn’t need to—her actions spoke louder as she closed the small gap between you, her lips finding yours with ease.

It started slow, gentle. A lingering press of lips, no rush, no urgency—just them. Leah’s fingers slid up your spine, pulling you impossibly closer, her thumb brushing lightly against your jaw. You sighed into the kiss, your hand resting over Leah’s heart, feeling the steady rhythm beneath your palm.

Soft. Warm. Safe.

We melted into each other, into the moment, into the quiet intimacy of the night. It wasn’t about anything more than the simple pleasure of being close, of sharing something that was purely ours.

When you finally pulled apart, Leah rested her forehead against yours, her breath mingling with hers.

“Missed that,” You whispered, your voice barely audible.

Leah grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to the tip of your nose. “We should do that more often.”

You chuckled, fingers brushing through Leah’s hair. “Agreed.”

Milo let out a sleepy grumble at the foot of the bed, shifting in his spot before settling again. You and Leah exchanged amused glances before snuggling back under the covers, limbs tangling together, the warmth of each other enough to lull us into an easy sleep.

The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the bedroom. The city outside was just beginning to wake, but inside, everything was still—peaceful.

Been a good night.

Leah stirred first, blinking away the last remnants of sleep as she adjusted to the quiet. A slow smile crept onto her lips as she felt the familiar weight on her chest—you, fast asleep, face tucked against her collarbone, your hand loosely curled against her side.

She exhaled softly, shifting just enough to brush her fingers through your hair, stroking it gently. The warmth of you against her, the steady rhythm of your breathing—it was her favorite way to wake up.

After a few moments, your eyelashes fluttered, your body stirring slightly before your eyes finally opened. You blinked up at her, still hazy from sleep, your face soft with drowsiness.

“Mornin’,” Leah murmured, voice low and raspy.

You hummed in response, snuggling closer for just a second before stretching out with a sleepy groan. Leah chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head as you relaxed into her again.

Neither of you moved for a while, content in the quiet embrace. Leah traced light patterns along your back, and you sighed, letting yourself soak in the warmth of the moment.

But eventually, reality had to kick in.

“We should get up,” you mumbled, though you made no effort to move.

Leah smirked. “Mmm… five more minutes.”

“You said that last time, and it turned into an hour.”

She only grinned in response, but when you pulled away to sit up, she finally gave in, stretching her arms above her head before following suit.

You made your way to the bathroom, grabbing your towel as Leah trailed behind you. Just as you were about to step into the shower, you felt her hands slip around your waist, her breath warm against your neck.

“Mind if I join?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

You immediately rolled your eyes, turning in her arms to give her a pointed look. “Leah. We have places to be. And I know exactly what you’ll do if you step in.”

Leah feigned innocence, but the smirk tugging at her lips gave her away.

“I have no idea what you mean.”

You scoffed, poking her chest before pulling away. “You’re waiting your turn.”

With that, you stepped into the shower and closed the door, leaving Leah standing there, shaking her head with a grin.

After your shower, it was Leah’s turn, and by the time she was done, you were already at the sink, brushing your teeth. She stepped up beside you, her damp hair falling in loose waves as she picked up her toothbrush.

For a moment, the two of you stood side by side, moving in sync as you got ready. Leah nudged you playfully with her elbow, and you shot her a knowing glance through the mirror, mouth full of toothpaste.

“You’re annoying,” you mumbled through the foam.

Leah just smirked, toothpaste dripping from her lips. “And you love me.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it.

Once you were both freshened up, you pulled on your Arsenal training gear, Leah doing the same beside you. The crest on your chest always filled you with a quiet sense of pride, a reminder of everything you’d worked for.

Leah came up behind you, adjusting the hem of your top before pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. “Ready?”

You turned to face her, smiling as you nodded.

“Let’s go.”

It was a good Morning.

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Request: Leah being clingy after tough game and needs her daily dose of cuddles?

Leah Williamson x Reader

Cuddles, please

WC: 416

MasterList

Warnings: short?

Song: Lover - Taylor Swift

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The match had been chaos. Full throttle. No time to breathe, no space to think. It was one of those gritty, brutal games where every second felt like a battle. Leah had thrown herself into it like a woman on a mission — commanding, fierce, relentless — the kind of game that showed exactly why she wore the armband when Kim wasn’t on the pitch.

But now, back in the changing room, that fierce vice captain persona had well and truly disappeared.

She spotted you across the room and beelined for you the second she peeled off her boots. No hesitation. Just full-blown exhaustion and tunnel vision aimed at one thing: comfort.

She dropped onto the bench beside you and promptly folded herself into your side like it was second nature.

“Cuddles, please,” she mumbled, arms wrapping around your waist as her head landed on your shoulder.

You didn’t even get the chance to say anything before the rest of the team clocked it.

Caitlin’s snort was the first. “Here we go. Game’s over — time for Leah’s transformation.”

“What happened to the tough-as-nails vice captain who nearly murdered a winger ten minutes ago?” Beth asked, grinning as she yanked her tape off.

Steph raised an eyebrow with a chuckle. “Is this a regular thing or just when she plays like a lunatic?”

“Oh, it’s every time,” Lotte chimed in, shaking her head. “Leah runs herself into the ground and then acts like her limbs don’t work until she gets cuddles.”

“Shut up,” Leah mumbled into your hoodie, clearly unfazed. “You’re all just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Katie laughed. “Of what? Being clingy and disgusting after ninety sweaty minutes?”

Leah lifted one hand to flip her off, still firmly attached to your side. “Let me suffer in peace.”

You bit back a laugh, carding your fingers through her damp hair. “You could at least shower first.”

“Nope. Risk of emotional collapse is high. This is urgent care.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“She’s yours,” Caitlin teased.

And yeah, you couldn’t really argue with that — not when Leah had gone full koala-mode, not when she was already half-asleep on your shoulder, and especially not when she was still somehow managing to look smug about it.

You tightened your hold just a little.

“Lucky me,” you whispered.

Leah didn’t respond — just hummed contentedly, perfectly at peace in your arms while her teammates kept the teasing going around her.

Vice captain, maybe. But right now?

She was just your exhausted, cuddly mess.

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Can we have a hint of which request for smut you chose?

A masseuse one

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So… I’ve started of one your smut requests (let’s just say all my inbox requests is smut).

Like I said, I’m not gonna write loads. So this smut maybe be out later on this month or even next month.

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So the poll is done. You guys want smuts? Nasty. It will take a while for the first one, and don’t expect loads. Only like once a month probably.

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could i please request leah williamson x chronic illness reader ( mhaybe like T1D or epilepsy)

Hi! You have requested this before! It is in my works, almost done.

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I’m gonna say this once.

Do y’all want me to start writing smuts sometimes?

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Happy Easter Monday! -> Hope you all had a great Easter Sunday. I definitely did with my Family!

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Now, I am keeping my requests open at all times! You can request anything you want (Even multiple requests).

If you want any details on who and what to request. Go to my MASTERLIST <- either click this link or go to my pinned post.

(Or if you just wanna ask questions. It doesn’t have to be just requests. You can send in anything. But please, make it appropriate).

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-> Now, I will either say I can’t do the request or if you don’t see your request in a month time then I didn’t accept it <-

I have 10 in my drafts and a few in my notes.

In my notes are ones that i did (no one requested them). And, some in my drafts (some were requested).

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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Could you possibly do Alessia x R, where R is the coach of the opposition team and Less scores a stoppage time winner to knock out R’s team?

Alessia Russo x Coach!Reader

Good player

WC: 376

MasterList

Warnings: slight age gap (only 4 years apart though - it’s just if you’re not comfortable with player to coach), short.

Song: “Lights Up” - Harry Styles

The final whistle cuts through the electric atmosphere, a sharp contrast to the deafening cheers that erupted just seconds earlier.

1-0.

Alessia Russo’s goal in the dying moments of the game had sealed Real Madrid’s fate. Your fate.

You exhale slowly, dragging a hand through your hair as you take in the scene. Your players slump to the pitch in disappointment, heads bowed, hands on knees. Meanwhile, Arsenal’s squad erupts with joy, Alessia at the center of it, mobbed by her teammates.

She’d been a constant threat all game, and you had to admit—begrudgingly—that her goal was nothing short of brilliance.

With a quiet sigh, you make your way across the field, past the chaos, until you’re standing in front of her. Alessia, still catching her breath, looks up and freezes.

You shake your head, a small, almost amused smile playing at your lips. “You’re a very good player, Russo.”

Alessia blinks.

She’d always thought you looked effortlessly gorgeous—too composed for a coach, too intimidatingly poised for someone she imagined losing. And yet, here you were, offering your hand in defeat, acknowledging her in a way that sent a thrill down her spine.

She grips your hand, firm but hesitant, because for all the scenarios she imagined of facing you, she hadn’t expected this.

“Uh—thank you, Coach,” she manages, and immediately wants to smack herself for how breathless she sounds.

You nod once before pulling away, turning back toward your own team, already gathering them for a post-match huddle.

Alessia watches you go, unable to look away. The way you carry yourself, the authority in your stance—it only makes her more flustered.

From the other side of the pitch, a sharp whistle sounds.

“Alessia!”

Leah Williamson’s voice snaps her out of her daze, and when Alessia turns, her vice-captain is already smirking, arms crossed over her chest. “You done staring, or do you need a few more seconds?”

A flush creeps up Alessia’s neck, but she still lingers a second longer before jogging toward the Arsenal huddle, all while Leah—and a few others—exchange knowing glances behind her back.

Alessia bites back a groan. This was going to be a long night.

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I’m working on something. At the moment I have energy to do.

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Katie McCabe x Reader

Your love is my drug

WC: 399

MasterList

Warnings: emotional vulnerability, unhealthy attachment, mentions of addiction (metaphorical), intense romance/sexual tension, very short.

Song: “Your Love Is My Drug” - Kesha

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You weren’t supposed to fall for her.

Not like this. Not this hard.

It started out as something casual—harmless, even. Just two people blowing off steam, stealing kisses in the back of pubs after Arsenal wins, tangled limbs in sheets when the world outside didn’t matter.

But somewhere along the way, Katie McCabe got under your skin.

And now? Now she was everywhere.

You saw her in the sunrise, golden light hitting the pitch during early morning training. You heard her voice in your head every time someone asked why you were smiling at your phone. Even in the middle of matches, you caught yourself looking for her, waiting for that cocky grin and a wink when she beat a defender.

It was intoxicating. Addictive.

Katie was like a drug, and you? You were in way too deep.

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“Hey, space cadet, you listening?”

You blink, snapping back to reality. Leah’s smirking at you from across the locker room, lacing up her boots. Katie is next to her, oblivious, stuffing her training top into her bag.

“Yeah, yeah, what?” you mumble, but Leah just shakes her head, laughing under her breath.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she teases. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

Your face heats up, but before you can deny it, Katie walks over and drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“Thinkin’ about me, are ya?” she says, her Irish lilt sending a shiver down your spine.

You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, but your heart is hammering. “As if.”

Katie just grins, pulling you closer for a second before letting go, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. And she does. She always does.

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The problem with loving someone like Katie is that she burns too bright, too fast. She’s reckless and passionate, all fire and adrenaline. And you? You don’t know how to stop yourself from getting burned.

So when she kisses you against your door later that night, hands gripping your waist like she can’t bear to let go, you don’t stop her. You never do.

“You drive me crazy,” you breathe against her lips.

“Good,” she murmurs, eyes dark and full of something dangerous. “Because you drive me crazy, too.”

And that’s the thing about addiction.

No matter how bad it is for you, no matter how much it might ruin you—

You always go back for more.

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do u have any mccabe stuff coming out?

Not in my drafts at the moment (a lot of them are Leah). But I do have a few in my notes (with are not fully done).

I have got a lot of time tomorrow, I can finish off the Katie ones and post one Wednesday?

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Hi 👋 Can you do Lia Wälti x chocolatier reader? Maybe R likes to surprise Wally with chocolate sculptures?

Lia Wälti x Chocolatier!Reader

Piece of home

WC: 414

MasterList

Warnings: just short.

Song: Home - Edith Whiskers

The rich scent of melted chocolate fills your kitchen, wrapping the air in warmth and sweetness. It clings to your skin, your apron dusted with cocoa powder as you carefully put the final touches on your masterpiece—a hand-sized chocolate sculpture of the Swiss flag.

It’s been hours of meticulous work. Tempering the chocolate, molding the delicate details, getting the red and white just right. But it’s worth it. Lia deserves the best, and what better way to surprise her than with something that brings together her love for Switzerland and your passion for chocolate?

Just as you step back to admire your creation, you hear the front door click open. Lia’s home. You wipe your hands on your apron, heart thumping with excitement.

“Schatz?” her voice calls, tired but warm.

She steps into the kitchen, still in her training gear, hair damp from a shower at the training ground. Her eyes widen when she sees the small chocolate sculpture sitting on the counter.

“What is this?” she asks, stepping closer, carefully picking it up as if it might break under her touch. “Is this…?”

You pop down from the staircase, where you’d been waiting to surprise her, grinning proudly. “A Swiss flag made of chocolate,” you say. “I’ve been working on it all day.”

Lia turns to you, eyes softening as she looks from you to the chocolate in her hands. “You made this?”

You nod, stepping closer. “Yeah. I wanted to surprise you. Thought you might like a little piece of home after training.”

Lia’s lips part in amazement before she chuckles, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.” She sets the chocolate sculpture down carefully and pulls you into a hug, pressing a chocolate-scented kiss to your forehead. “I love it. I love you.”

You smile against her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her embrace. “I love you too.”

Then she pulls back, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You wouldn’t mind if I taste-test it, right?”

You laugh, nudging her playfully. “You better. I made it for you.”

Lia grins before breaking off a small piece, letting the chocolate melt on her tongue. Her eyes flutter shut, a satisfied hum leaving her lips. “Mmh, perfect,” she murmurs.

You watch her with a pleased smile, knowing all the hours of work were worth it. Because nothing beats the happiness in Lia’s eyes when she looks at you—and the taste of home you’ve given her in the sweetest way possible.