NEW NEW NEWWWWW WALLPAPERS FOR MY BESTIES 🖤🫶🏻💗
the first wallpapers of February, you don't know how much I enjoy making this for you, I hope you enjoy them a lot.❤️
Julian Casablancas's latest wallpaper is made especially for one of the most beautiful beasties in the universe who adores Jules @jakelinestradlin 🫶🏻
Duff's wallpaper, in addition to the fact that I made it for his birthday, is also designed especially for @beebemarie 💕
Izzy's wallpaper in the 00s is dedicated to my precious, amazing, and one of the Queens of tumblr @izzystradlindoesitforme because I know how much she likes Izzy in this era.
and Izzy's wallpaper with the song I Wanna Be Yours is designed for all those Izzy lovers (and some of them besties💗) with the best and most beautiful accounts on all of tumblr about izzy and GNR. @izzystradliniscute @rocknrollflames @iloveyouuizzy @glamwitchyb @bunny-cig @nenynra @sydb @somethingbadontheway @cel3brity-skin @greeneyezblackheart
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Innocence Lost — Anthony Bridgerton
Summary: You’ve just been married to Anthony and your wedding night approaches. You have some reservations, but Anthony makes all your anxieties melt away.
Word Count: 579
Warnings: Insecurity, some anxiety, light smut
At last, you were wed! You didn’t think the moment would ever come, and yet, now Anthony Bridgerton was finally all yours. You could have sworn that the smile on your face hadn’t broken since the pronouncement of you being joined as husband and wife. It brought a sense of joy that you never thought you could feel.
As the door to the carriage closed you and Anthony off from the happy crowd of well wishers, you dropped your hand from its ceaseless waving and let out a sigh of utter bliss as the muscles in your cheeks found some rest.
You looked to Anthony, and met his eyes, a silent exchange that conveyed multitudes. Joy, exhaustion and relief were felt simultaneously between you. There was only one thing that look didn’t convey.
It had hardly entered your mind until the carriage pulled to a stop. Now wed, you went to the Bridgerton’s countryside estate where you would be totally alone for the first time.
Your trip into the house was a blur. Anthony had taken your hand and led the way, but your mind, despite its tiredness, was elsewhere entirely.
Now, as you stood in the dimly lit bedroom, the anticipation in the air nearly suffocating. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the ornate wallpaper, and the lacy nightgown you wore felt both delicate and daunting. Your heart raced at the sound of the soft knock on the door. You heard yourself grant him entrance and then there he was. Anthony Bridgerton, your husband.
He stepped closer, the look in his eyes expressing the deepest tenderness, as he gently took your trembling hand. "My love," he begins, his voice soothing, as if he was able to sense your apprehension, "there's no need to be frightened. We can take things at whatever pace you require. I promise to cherish and protect you always."
Your anxiety begins to ease as his words wash over you like a warm embrace. Anthony's touch is gentle and reassuring as he guides you towards the bed. His eyes locked with yours, the safety in his gaze was unwavering, and his lips curled into a smile. "I don’t want to disappoint you,” you quietly confessed.
“Nor I you,” he replied. “Though I cannot promise you perfection, I can promise something else. My devotion to your pleasure.” You take a deep, shaky breath, feeling a shiver run down your spine. What once was insecurity was now replaced with desire and endless trust. You’d be just fine in Anthony’s hands and you don’t know why you ever doubted it.
As the two of you slowly made your way through the motions, you gave yourself over to him fully and he delivered on his promise. He took his time in warming you up, trailing kisses over your body, ghosting fingertips across the parts of your skin that he was able to see and touch for the first time.
When he finally entered you, the sensation was smooth and easy. The pain you’d heard of and feared was nonexistent. Anthony didn’t push, didn’t rush. He was gentle in accommodating himself to you and you to him.
You made love several times that night, each time leaving you just as satisfied as Anthony. As you lay by his side afterwards, you considered yourself lucky. Perhaps the luckiest women of the ton. You could lay with your husband knowing that your love will only grow stronger with each passing day.
For anon
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Biker AU snippet (self insert)
Izzy walked into the bar, sluggish and tired. They had been on the road all day and though he loved riding with the crew, he was glad to sit in his favourite bar and have a drink at last.
Izzy sat in his usual stool. He hadn't been in here for a few weeks. Izzy was a busy man most of the time, but Ed had been licking up jobs for them constantly recently. He was starting to feel the burn out looking over his head. The bar stool was a welcome change to the seat on his bike.
He pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut as a tired sigh escaped his lips. He was really feeling it now.
"What can I get ya?"
"My usual," is his reply. That's all he asks for now.
"Ya gonna have to tell me what that is." The voice on the other side of the bar says.
Izzy's brows knit together as he finally lowers his hand and looks up. He finds himself pleasantly surprised by the new face in front of him.
She's pretty.
"Oh... uh... Whiskey. Double."
The pretty lass smiles and nods, seeing to his drink immediately.
For as long as Izzy had been coming here, nothing had ever changed. The same old wallpaper and license plates on the wall. The same old jukebox that could barely finish a song these days. The same old pool table he has won many bets on. The same old faces coming and going.
Izzy finds than in just a few seconds, this whole place looked and felt different. The glass is placed down in front of him, but he barely spares it a glance. "What's ya name?" He asks.
"Rachael."
Her smile lights up the fucking room.
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