sweet scented

Nothing At All - Alfie Solomons Fan Fic:  Chapter 14

Read previous Chapters

WARNINGS:   mentions of violence, mature, sexual content, NSFW

so ya wanted a right proper desk banging eh? @banes-tshirt

Chapter 14 - Understanding Often Comes Too Late  

 Aylona awoke to a room bright with light causing her to squint red, swollen eyes tightly closed.  The previous night scenes playing back in her mind as she watched the dappled sunlight spread it’s warm glow about the room.  She felt no such warmth inside, but instead a hard knot in her stomach and with a groan rolled over in the bed.  And came face to face with a sprig of daisies upon the pillow; the sweet scent filling her senses.  Her heart squeezed and an image of Alfie standing over her while she slept swam before newly tearful eyes.   No note accompanied the gift this time, and it pained her to think she had rendered such a man as he mute. 

She tried to summon a flash of anger to protect her from the pain, but it was regret that stuck like a ruthless residue.   A stain on her character in how she had come to him in the night, and then cruelly pushed him away; and worst of all that he had seen through her.  Full knowing it was a punishment, he had welcomed her into his arms, willing to take whatever she offered.   Alyona held the daisies beneath her nose, willing their scent to be a soothing balm upon her troubled mind.  But remorse now pierced her heart like a dagger and the room had lost its sunny disposition; as though the anguish of her mind had hung the world in odorless, shrouds of gray.  She lingered within the downy comforters until the heartache had wrung her dry and there were no more tears to shed.   With their last conversation still an echo in her ears, the knot inside drawing tighter, she made her way to the bakery;  fearful and nervous regarding what the day might bring.  

After suffering through several hours at the bakery, the anticipation of their meeting a punishing thing in her mind, with some dismay faced the truth:  Alife had not come into work that day.  


The building Alfie exited was in a very, very secret location and it had taken him the better part of the day to travel to this meeting.  Had night not been falling, the three large men that accompanied him were of sufficient size to block out the light of the day.  This was not a task for the as yet untried Ollie, evidenced by the blood he now wiped from his brow and mouth.  Given the amount of time that had passed, Alfie new he’d have to prove the worth of his crowns before these men.   With no small amount of satisfaction at the outcome of more than a few polishing the floor with their prone forms still fresh in his mind, a slight smile also split his face.  More importantly he had learned what he needed, though it gave him no similar satisfaction.   The Russian gangs had not participated in any robbery of the Eden Club, and more worrisome – it had been quite some time since any new crowns had been earned.  The legend of Alfie Solomons was a tough one to best.   It also meant that someone was playing a very dangerous game with very dangerous men.   And Alyona was caught right in the middle.

“When you find these men, you know what must be done, ya?”

Alfie nodded his understanding.  The stakes now considerably raised, dread crept down his spine settling into an already pained hip, and his limp while walking towards the vehicle was more pronounced.  An itching had begun at the back of his neck and a deep sigh escaped him as he realized he could not halt that pain, any more than the approaching train that was coming.  The darkness engulfed the men as they drove away and once again it was with stony silence that Alfie watched the landscape blur past.   It was better to not think of such things as happiness, or the bliss of warm, soft skin when one must concentrate on the necessary violence about to erupt.   Those who had the misfortune to deal with Alfie Solomons soon learned the hard way it was not an excellent poker face he presented… he quite literally knew no fear.

At least not concerning the matters of violence and death.

Love and loss?  Now those were completely different matters.

Keep reading

It may look beautiful but it certainly doesn’t smell it. Aptly named, the “corpse flower” grows in the rain forests of Sumatra, Indonesia, and releases a horrendous odour. The odour attracts insects which feed on deceased animals and lay their eggs in rotting meat. The plant requires 7-10 years of growth before eventually blooming for the first time. The odour is said to smell like a combination of limburger cheese, rotting fish, sweaty socks, human faeces, and a sweet floral scent.

Control pt.1



Originally posted by purelyjimin

His hands began trailing up your thighs, making you shudder with every touch. Mercilessly whispering into your ears, each whisper leaving you gasping for air. Your body slowly being overcome with a sensation foreign to you.You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. He notices and lifts your chin up, forcing you to look up and into his lustful eyes.

“Don’t be nervous baby. I promise I’ll be gentle with you” He purred in your ear. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin sent jolts of pleasure up your body, heating up your core whilst his fingers lingered over you nub.

“jungkook~~” You cooed. not being able to form any coherent sentences you were left with nothing but soft involuntary moans falling from your lips. He began moving in closer, close enough for you to be intoxicated by his sweet musky scent. Licking his lips whilst admiring yours, he leaned in and-


Keep reading

| Opulence; KMS.

Member: Xiumin | EXO

Genre: Smut 

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: You worked hard for your money and no one could take that away from you of course. You loved the feeling of making your own money and how you made it. However, your sugar daddy didn’t like it but, that doesn’t mean you cared.

“I thought you were going to quit?”

Keep reading

a letter serial killer Richard Ramirez sent to a woman who wrote and visited him frequently… It reads “There isn’t a scent more sweet than yours. It’s more than a fragrance. It’s ecstasy. The scent of your bare skin or that special place where your hairline meets the back of your neck. It goes to my head and to my heart. It happened the moment we met. Something about you excited and comforted me at the same time. Made my mind and my body stir. I knew instantly we were meant to be together. I guess that’s what they mean by chemistry, and when we’re apart I miss you but regardless of whether you’re with me or not your effect on me is profound. and forever.”

-Bucky makes the most perfect hot chocolate-

ficmas day 1 

Originally posted by winterlightscosynights

“Just tell me” you whined, poking at Bucky’s side. He shook his head and chuckled, a few strands falling around his face from his bun, he immediately tucked them behind his ear. He looked at your briefly with amusement before continuing stirring the pot. The smell of chocolate filled the kitchen, the sweet scent warming the room. “Just tell me your secret” you tried again, sneaking a finger into the pot only for Bucky to smack it away. 

“No, get the mugs” he pushed you gently in the direction of the cupboards. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s antics. You couldn’t even take him seriously in his ridiculously ugly Christmas sweater. Your mouth salivated at the thought of Bucky’s hot chocolate. The first time he made it for you, you swore it was the best thing you had ever tasted. You asked him for his secret over and over again every time but still he refused. He told you the story of the old Romanian woman who lived above him in Bucharest. They had grown close over his time in hiding and she had shown him the old family recipe one day. The recipe was still scribbled in Romanian in one of his journals he told you but he refused to divulge it. He poured the steaming hot chocolate into the mugs, topping them with whipped cream just the way you liked it. 

Cuddling on the couch, everything felt perfect. “You’ll have to tell me one day , otherwise you’ll be stuck making me hot chocolate for the rest of our lives” you teased, nuzzling into his neck. 

“I couldn’t imagine a more perfect life” he whispered sincerely , kissing your forehead affectionately.  

Molecule of the Day: Vanillin

Vanilla is one of the world’s most popular flavours, being found in ice creams to creme brulees. But what gives vanilla pods their characteristic creamy, sweet scent? That would be vanillin (C8H8O3), a white solid that is slightly soluble in water.

Raw vanilla pods do not have any vanillin in them; it is instead stored as a scentless glycoside (see below). However, after the pods are cured and treated, the glycoside breaks down to release the free vanillin, producing the wonderful scent that we all know and love. Vanillin is also one of the contributors to the scent of old books; over time, the lignin that comprises the fibres in the pages break down, releasing aroma chemicals such as vanillin.

The biosynthetic pathway for vanillin is unknown. It is produced synthetically on an industrial scale from guaiacol and glyoxylic acid instead, as the demand for vanillin vastly outweighs the natural supply. 

Vanillin is widely used as a flavouring in a wide range of foods, usually as artificial vanilla essence, as well as a perfume additive. It is also used as a chemical intermediate in organic syntheses.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Fresh eyes

Today’s blogmas entry is a little shorter than normal but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I x

Harry and Y/N go to their first high profile event together and Harry can’t take his eyes off her. 2k.

Harry’s living room was aglow with the warm light of Christmas fairy lights. There were some hung from the fireplace and added to the ones that adorned the tree you didn’t need much other light but despite that Harry had several candles burning making the place feel warmer and smell delightful. Most people would be burning, sweet, Christmas scents at this time of year but Harry still opted for deep musky, and fresh scents that made him feel peaceful. 

This year was the first year that Harry had decorated his Christmas tree with a girlfriend. He’d been with Y/N last Christmas but only for just over a month so he thought it might be too forward to ask her to come Christmas tree shopping with him. This year they’d both driven out into the countryside and spent the day wondering around a little village and enjoying tea and cake before choosing the perfect tree for Harry’s living room.

Harry smiled as he looked at the tree. It was so tall he’d had to lift Y/N off the ground slightly so she could put the star on the top of it. They’d decorated it together and it was perfect to him. The decorations were a mismatch of baubles and other hanging ornaments he’d collected from different places around the wold when he’d been away in the festive period. He’d asked Y/N to choose a decoration this year to put on the tree. She’d chosen a plain white bauble hand painted with the year in the middle encircled by a green wreath with red spots for winter berries.

He left the living room for the kitchen and poured himself a neat whisky. He took a sip and let the deep brown liquid drain down his throat, burning as it went. He couldn’t feel more in the Christmas spirit if he tried. He was dressed in a black velvet suit; the jacket collar was silk and he had done it up across his stomach. The trousers had a silk strip up the seam of the leg. Underneath he wore a white, silk shirt tucked into his trousers. He had a black tie around his neck but wore it underneath the shirt and tucked it in where the shirt was done up which, in true Harry fashion, was so far down his chest bone so that when he bent over it gaped to show off his toned chest and nearly his stomach. Simple black leather boots adorned his feet.

Y/N had helped him choose the outfit though she hadn’t let him see even one of the dresses she’d been sent for the event. This would be the first event they were going to together as a couple. Of course, after over a year of dating they’d been seen out and about together but never at an official event. Harry knew Y/N was nervous about it, she’d had cameras in her face every now and again. Leaving One Direction concerts, leaving hotels with Harry, even out shopping when they’d been spotted but this was different all eyes would be on them and tomorrow they’d be in every magazine and on every Celebrity gossip website not to mention social media. Even so Harry couldn’t wait to attend his first event as a couple, arriving together, sitting together, leaving together.

Harry heard footsteps coming down the stairs so he made his way out to the hallway with his, now, nearly empty glass of whiskey. He stood against the wall at the bottom of the stairs and waited for Y/N to make an appearance.

His jaw nearly hit the floor. The dress was the colour of red wine and would have brushed the floor if she wasn’t holding it up slightly so as not to trip. As she stepped forward the dress separated over her left leg where it split up to her mid-thigh. The top of the dress went up to her neck and Harry could tell it was done up at the back of her neck. It hugged her body showing off the curve of her breasts, waist and hips but flowed down to the floor in waves. She had silver shoes on, a band across her toes and one around her ankle. Harry stepped forward and took her hand as she took the last step onto the wooden floor of the hallway.

‘Wow you look amazing.’ Harry told her pressing a kiss to her lips that had been painted a matte nude shade. Her skin was glowing and her hair was pulled back into a loose braided updo. A few strands fell around her face and down her neck in waves. He’d never seen her look like this and she looked absolutely incredible.

‘You don’t look so bad yourself Styles.’ She smiled letting the bottom of her dress fall to the floor so it now covered her shoes. Harry let her hand fall from his too.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ He couldn’t resist, he put his arm around her and pulled her body close to his, crashing into one another and crashing his lips onto hers but being careful not to smudge her expertly done make up. His hand was on her bare back, to his surprise he let it roam up her spine working out where the fabric of the dress ended and her bare skin started.

‘Well maybe I should dress up like this more often.’ Y/N mumbled against his lips before kissing him again.

‘I’m sorry love, you just look so good.’ Harry told her taking her in completely again. The dress suited her to a tea, it looked like it was made for her. The colour complimented her skin tone and hair colour perfectly, it fitted her body like a glove in the places it was meant to and made, who to Harry was, the most beautiful person he’d laid eyes on, look even more beautiful. ‘Are you ready to go?’ Y/N nodded and took Harry’s outstretched hand and let him lead her towards the door and to the car waiting outside for the pair.

Harry felt like a stereotypical bloke. His girlfriend put on a fancy dress, made a bit more effort than normal with her makeup and did something fancy with her and he couldn’t take his eyes of her. Harry had always thought Y/N looked best chilling out in her black Calvin Klein leggings, his Packers hoodie, her make up taken off and moisturiser on and her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, cuddled on the couch ready for a cosy night in with him. She looked the most at home and the most like her. She was a relaxed down to earth person and that was why he’d fallen in love her, she looked like that when he realised he was indeed in love with her and when he told her he loved her for the first time. This dressed up version of Y/N wasn’t really like her but Harry couldn’t deny she looked fantastic. And he felt he was falling head over heels for her all over again.

Harry and Y/N both sat next to the windows in the car their hands meeting and holding onto one another on the middle seat. Y/N looked out of the window a sweet, soft smile on her face as she took in all the Christmas lights that hung from street lamps and the bridges they drove over. But Harry looked at her and smiled with her as she took in London at Christmas. It was a beautiful sight to see, the city alight with Christmas bulbs, shop windows filled to the brim with beautiful decorations and festive cheer filling everybody. But to Harry looking at Y/N staring out of the window into the bright night was even more beautiful. He felt like he was looking at her for the first time. He had the same feeling he had when he first laid eyes on her. She was waiting for coffee whilst he was ordering his. She had blue denim jeans on, an oversized sweater and her hair was tied back in a ponytail. He later discovered she was suffering from an horrendous hangover but he’d still not been able to take his eyes of her after noticing her which just made him even more certain he had to get to know her better. He shuffled over to her feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. He let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulders. She turned to look at him, her eyes lit up with the lights coming through the window and her face alight with happiness and a smile.

‘I’m sorry I don’t appreciate you enough love.’ Harry said softly ensuring the driver couldn’t hear their intimate conversation. He was sure he probably wouldn’t have been able to due to the divider between the front and back of the car but Harry wanted to be positive this was just between him and Y/N, who shook her head gently.

‘I think that’s just what happens when you’re together for a while.’ Harry furrowed his brow, he wasn’t sure he liked those words. ‘You just fall into routine and forget about all those things from the beginning,’ He was concerned. He wanted and felt like their relationship was filled with as much love, lust and everything else as it had been in the beginning. He was worried she didn’t feel the same. ‘It’s not a bad thing H, I’m so happy with our relationship and how good it is and how far we’ve come, everyone’s relationships change it doesn’t mean I love you any less or don’t want to be with you.’

‘I really do love you though Y/N.’ Harry let her know though they both knew she already knew. He didn’t miss an opportunity to show her or tell her how much he loved her or how much she meant to him.

‘I know I love you too.’ Y/N smiled giving him one single kiss.

The car pulled to a stop and they both turned, flashing lights visible through the windows. The door opened and the camera flashes got even brighter. Harry slid out of the car not even looking at the cameras for a second but turning straight back to give Y/N his hand to take so he could help her from the car. She stepped down and her dress fell to the floor, the cold winter air put goose bumps on her skin instantly. People were already calling their names and Harry encouraged Y/N forward to the man with the large camera who was calling her name. Everyone was always more interested in the women at these events, everyone wanted to know what they were wearing and Harry was sure everyone would be saying how amazing his girlfriend looked tonight and everyone would know she was his. Harry even took his own phone from his pocket and took a photo of her whilst she was distracted by the people calling her name to get a photo of her looking straight down the lens.

Harry swooped in after a few seconds, pressed a kiss to her temple and wrapped an arm around her waist looking at the camera as the photographers took photos of them together against the boards that had been put up for the event. The name of the event on them and the sponsor also. Harry let his hand roam letting it drop for her waist to her bum. His hand wandered a little but couldn’t feel the line of any underwear. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra as there was no strap across her back but he thought she’d be wearing knickers of some kind under the beautiful dress.

‘Have you got anything on under this dress.’ Harry whispered in her ear. Y/N giggled and shook her head not looking at Harry but continuing to focus on the camera. She felt him take a deep breath beside her though, and he stood up straighter puffing his chest out slightly. ‘Well I’ll be showing you just how much I appreciate you when we get home.’ Harry whispered darkly.

‘As if you’ll be able to wait that long.’ Y/N muttered as they walked away from the cameras towards the line of journalists with microphones and throngs of fans.


For the music listen to Crew Love by Drake ft. The Weeknd

The smoke was thick. The lights were purple, like their colors had mixed and it glowed hazily as the sweet scented air hung around them.

The couch was soft leather and they seemed to sink even further into it the higher they got. He wasn’t one to do this.


But Jonathan was and he was the only one Evan would let pull him down onto a sofa in the back of a club that he didn’t even want to be in. He was the only one that could turn a bad night into a dream.

It wasn’t what he wanted, but the closer Jonathan got and the more he smiled around the smoke, the more Evan started to want it. He persuaded him to try it, blowing the air into his mouth, tilting his chin up with a smooth calculated finger, keeping their lips just far enough apart.

He made Evan shiver, made him breathe it in. Made the weight fall off his shoulders. Evan couldn’t keep the grin off his face and he couldn’t keep the ache in his fingers as he tried not to reach over and touch him.

Jonathan had thrown an arm over the back of the couch, Evan was pressed up snug against him and relaxed for what looked like the first time in months.

Evan was laughing softly in their dark corner as Jonathan took his hand and held it up in the purple haze and told him something vaguely factual about fingers, probably off the top of his head, Evan couldn’t tell. He was pulled into the feeling of the warm hand that was wrapped around his.

And slowly he felt Jonathan’s mouth against the side of his face. He felt him smile and then press his hot lips against his skin.

Evan sighed and turned his head. Everything was moving so slow as he looked up at him in the purple light and he still couldn’t get the fucking grin off his face. He’d never been so high in his life.

Jonathan was taking him even higher.

Evan touched his cheek where Jonathan’s lips had been and he hummed. “You should do that again but like, on my lips, dude.”

That made Jonathan laugh and Evan liked it when his mouth pulled back to show his teeth because it was in slow motion and he could see the reflection of the smoke dancing in his eyes.

He felt like he was floating when Jonathan slowly stopped laughing and moved his finger beneath his chin again.

He tilted it up one more time and Evan felt like his entire world was tilting, moving, spinning with the smoke that came curling out of the Jonathan’s pretty mouth.

Evan inhaled the air that Jonathan pushed past his lips and he felt like the sun was engulfing his entire body when he kissed him.

That finger on his chin moved until it was his entire hand sliding to the back of his neck, opening Evan’s mouth enough to let his tongue dance it’s way in.



Jonathan pulled back with a soft smile. Evan let his eyes pry open and he finally exhaled, letting the smoke Jonathan had given him fall past his lips.

“Wow.” Was all he could muster up in his state.

Jonathan licked his lips and couldn’t stop the giggle that crawled it’s way up. Evan was turning his body towards him and Jonathan was going to give him anything he wanted.


Evan found the soft fabric of Jonathan’s t-shirt, curled it in his fist, and nodded. “Again.”

And again and again and again.

He tasted so fucking good.

Like sweet, sweet release.

Hot Chocolate // Daddy!Draco

Originally posted by autumncozy

Request: @dracomayfoyyyybabbey - “Hey, I was wondering if you could do Draco as a dad and the reader as a mum an have scorpiusand make it all cute an fluffy”

A/N: It’s short because I still have to explore Draco Malfoy as a father and his relationship with Scorpius + I didn’t have much time over the week to write because finals :( This also has a very autumny/coldish vibe to it because it was Thanksgiving a few days ago! Hope you like it :))))

The big leaves on a tree fell silently and slowly as autumn finally finished to settle in, decorating the green grass in orange, yellow and brown as the weather began getting colder. Inside a big mansion, glancing through a big picture window stood a woman in her late twenties, pressing a hot cup of chocolate against her pink lips. As she took a sip, the sweet scent traveled its way up to her nose in silence.

(Y/N) then noticed that she had finished her cup, and being the chocolate lover she was, she went to the kettle and poured herself some more, accidentally spilling a few drops on the grey marble countertop. Just as she raised her hand that was holding the mug to take a sip, she heard a distant, muffled noise coming from the room next to the kitchen.

She listened closely, realizing that it was someone talking alone, until another voice piped in the conversation. Walking slowly, she glanced around the door, gaining a full view of the large living room that the Malfoy Manor owned. There sat two males with the same pale skin and platinum blond hair, the only difference being their ages. (Y/N) managed to distinguish a few toys tossed around the expensive carpet, ignored by the little owner, who instead, was smiling at something above him.

As (Y/N) entered the room quietly, she saw what Scorpius Malfoy was looking at: his father, Draco, was twirling his wand upwards, conjuring several sparks that took the shape of different animals each time. She watched in amusement as a yellowish sparkle drifted from the tip of the wand, rising high until it took the shape of a lion, which emitted a low roar before vanishing. (Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at such sight, which caused both boys to look at her.

“Mum!” Scorpius greeted happily, standing up and rushing towards her to grab her hand “Look at dad! Look what he’s doing!”

Draco smiled warmly and stretched his arm to his side in an inviting manner “Come join us, love.”

Not being able to resist Scorpius’ tugging on her hand, (Y/N) sat next to Draco as their eight year old son sat in front of them, looking expectantly at the wand. Placing his arm around (Y/N)’s waist, Draco once again twirled his wand and a red light escaped the end, taking the shape of a big phoenix, which stayed and soared around the living room gracefully as the Malfoys proceeded to play Exploding Snap and drink hot chocolate.

paper castles

Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warnings: swearing
Requested by Anonymous 
Inspired by “Burn” from Hamilton

She fell in love with his words.

With a thick, sun-soaked summer came a distance carved between the two of them, ink-pressed love letters being the only thread of connection.

Y/N never thought Draco would have a way with words. But she could have married him after the first letter.

The feeling was indescribable - that flutter that would set up camp in her ribcage whenever a letter would arrive. The way her fingers would wrap so desperately, but delicately, around the envelope. Moments Y/N would forever cherish.

When they got together, a rare occasion - to say the least, it felt like a refreshing gust of air in her lungs, when she was able to touch Draco. Run her fingertips up and down his arms, feel his crisp breath on the skin of her neck. 

She loved the way the tips of his fingers were embedded with ink as he gently grazed her cheek, inhaling the sweet scent he’d been deprived of for the last few weeks.

The way their lips would connect, like cool magnets so effortlessly drawn to each other, was so blissful it just about made her knees buckle underneath her.

Y/N ignored her brother’s first warning.

“Be careful with Draco, Y/N,” Harry said one day, after she had pushed the front door shut, a grin spread across her lips. “He’ll do what it takes to survive.”

The letters began to arrive sporadically. 

Y/N tried to push her worry to the pit of her stomach, but it had a nasty habit of bubbling up.

Harry’s eyes were soaked in concern for his sister, but she had a feeling he was holding in a hot plate of I told you so.

She still invested her hope in Draco, trying to decipher each word as if he were sending her a code. 

For what, she had no clue.

Y/N tried to deny that her heart was slightly aching and the boy she loved was feeling more and more distant with each handwritten letter. Even his penmanship had become more rough, slanted.

She crossed her fingers, remembering the black ink rooted in his.

They finally saw each other again at the end of the summer.

Draco’s face was grim when his eyes met hers.

“What is it?” she asked, hesitating. “And don’t fucking sugarcoat.”

He pressed his lips together, seeming as if he’s trying to postpone the following moment for as long as he can. 

Draco rolled up his left sleeve, and Y/N crumbled to pieces.

Because her brother is the Chosen One and she was in love with a Death Eater.

“There’s nothing I can say, is there?” Draco whispered, avoiding her gaze by gently closing his eyes.

All she could do was shake her head, manage to swallow the lump in her throat and whisper an unsteady, “No.”

She burned the letters.

Every last one.

hope you enjoyed!! i adore this song and have wanted to write something based off it for the longest time :)

Body and Soul - Namjoon

Group: BTS
Member: Namjoon
Type: Smut, Devil!AU
word count: 2947

A/N: when LOTR inspiration goes wrong. 

One dick to rule them all, one dick to find them
One dick to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them

He stood outside on the empty, sleeping street in the night. The lights inside the houses dimmed, the yellow lanterns lighting up the grey, dark road he was roaming instead.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose as he caught that familiar sweet scent again. The scent of his next victim. A sly smirk spread across his face as he casually headed towards the house effusing that distinct smell that made his mouth water and all the blood in his body flow down to one particular body part.

The window on the first floor was open on this hot summer night, the gentle breeze making the flimsy curtains billow, sending another dazzling whiff of that delicious aroma his way. He licked his lips as he stared up at the window, knowing he only had to climb his way through it to be with you.

Keep reading

Altar Ideas

- Roses
- Myrtle
- Seashells
- Pearls
- Chocolate
- Makeup
- Doves
- Body Scrub/Lotion
- Apples (esp Gold)
- Positive Affirmations
- Picture of partner
- Hearts
- Perfumes
- Candle (Red, pink, white, blue, sweet scents)

Altar Ideas
Amphitrite - Aphrodite - Apollo - Ares - Artemis - Asteria - Demeter - Dionysus - Hades - Hebe - Hekate - Hemera - Hephaestus - Hera - Hermes - Khione - Persephone - Poseidon - Selene - Zeus