Ellielover69 - Belle

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

i am actually so in love with him

Bonus:

Cutie pie..

STOP MAKING MASTERLISTS FOR CHARACTERS IF YOU DONT HAVE ANTRHIGN FOR THEM YET OHYMGKGODJDOFJOSSOSO

actually hilarious that colin bridgerton returned to london absolutely determined to be in his slut era. he said if there is one thing i am it is a whore. and then one (1) kiss with penelope later he was like neverMIND i am a MARRIED MAN i am MONOGAMOUS life is about LIFELONG PARTNERSHIP ACTUALLY

New miniseries!?

more love for my favourite man-shaped beings

ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS x

god damn

very slightly suggestive content; fem!reader

thinking about luke castellan being all giggly, trying so hard to pull you away from whatever you're doing for just fifteen minutes. its the same promise he makes over and over again, falling from his pink lips as easy as breathing.

and each time, you basically refuse to believe him. pushing his hands away from your hips and waist, dodging his kisses with laughs you can't disguise. "luke," you say over and over again, trying to get him to break off from his spew of convincing arguments and listen to you.

"it'll be quick, babe, i promise. just need to kiss you a little bit. missed your lips all day. gods, you smell so good too."

it's almost impossible to ignore him when he's pressing ticklish kisses into the crook of your neck, under your jaw, over your shoulders once he has your shirt thrown off (somehow).

and when that doesn't work, you try to get sterner. "castellan," you say, voice briefly losing the humor as you warn him.

he looks at you with teasing eyes, probably noticing the way your tone doesn’t meet your gaze as he sings out a small “oo” through pursed lips.

"you know how much i like it when you call me that. really does something to me.” he has one of your hands in his, guiding it down to his crotch where he encourages you to feel the bulge there.

you force yourself to recoil, but it’s not genuine. your hands meekly push at luke’s chest, creating distance between you two as he sends you a grin.

that’s all it takes for you to fist his shirt in one hand and pull him close again.

“just make it quick for real. i have shit to do.”

his head tilts, he pulls you even closer by your belt loops. he smiles, nudges your nose with his, then tells you, “yes ma’am” as he kisses you.