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[3416]

he's so sexy wow

[mermaidmachine-art]

recent commissions for millefleuret(X) and witchsocks(bsky) 🖤

[arabellasharddaynight]

i pretended not to give a shit about this guy until i laid my eyes on the last gif. now my life has changed and cannot go back

Pedro Pascal - Jimmy Kimmel Live (March 2025)

[bueckershaven]

MEOW

[littledead-ridinghood]

I saw this panel and immediately all the synapses in my brain started lighting up like fireworks

Batman #159//Batman #428

[gpcwsl]

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.

[ladyhallen]

Recovering from open abdominal surgery and literally suffering the chills, I did think, wow lets remember this later in case we need to write someone getting a surgery this big.

being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

[actualsailboat]

An angel's first meeting with her God

[bueckershaven]

oh. fuck.

[evilrobotdog]

Some Goldfinch Spreads. I'm still thinking about this book everyday

[krumpkin]

Bentley Continental GT 😊

[vc55bughead]

god next week's "smosh mouth" is gonna be insane isn't it 🤭🤭

[carlaloveslfc]

[stoph8co]

Chocolatier has a co-companion in the COOL arena.