#romantic scents

[romanticscents]

📣 August2023 ⭐ New Release ◾ Pineapple Popsicle Body Lotion

Sweet Fruity Pops with a tangy scent of pineapples.

[abyssyby]

but but but zayne in a barbie princess & the pauper au where’s he’s JULIANNNN AAAAAGHHH and he’s your private tutor & he’s so invested in teaching you about sciences & literature and is so utterly besotted with the stars in your eyes when you express your thoughts and opinions on a matter.

and he’s your dearest friend, your most trusted partner. your heart flutters when he speaks, even until your eyes roll to the back of your head when sometimes science gets boring and all there is is his beautiful, lulling voice. and he’s always hesitant to wake you, brushes his fingers over your cheek ever so slightly, just enough to feel the warmth of your skin. content in seeing you rest before him.

he knows every aspect about you, everything that makes you swoon and smile. and he loves using that to his advantage— spoiling you in ways that a person in his position can.

accompanying you to hidden excursions outside the palace, showing you places he frequents that you cannot go to because of your protections and duties to the crown.

sneaking you sweets and wildflowers from over the wall. borrowing you books from the town’s library you’ve never seen within your own palace’s. leaving fresh bread from the bakery in the square on your desk or bedroom doorstep.

and you love him. you’ve loved him since, you love him now. but when you’re betrothed to be with another, to be with a king he steps back. he restrains himself from the chemistry that grows between you behind closed doors. keeps his distance. hesitates to touch you. sometimes to even look at you for too long, robs himself of his favorite constellations in your eyes, lest he do something he’ll regret.

he is still a brilliant tutor, a kind hearted and gentle soul— but you cannot help but feel that you’re beginning to lose your best friend.

“but I am not a king. I cannot give you what he can.”

[solisitude]

yk considering the whole werewolf thing, there's very little traditional a/b/o in the marauders fandom

[alicornze7]

Have this drawing of a scene from @denny-artsss’s fanfic

There would have been another one but I can't bring myself to lineart it rn

Please don't ask questions...

[simplymadewishes]

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

i’m losing

[1111-sunset-circle]

using your f/o’s shower or their product once you’ve run out for the first couple of times. the smell of their soap or shampoo on your skin or in your hair for hours, reminding you of them every time you catch it in the air.

imagine them doing the same with your things. telling you how it makes them feel like you’re right there with them, even when you aren’t.

[nncastle]

Some closeups of the roses around the garden.

[thepersonalwords]

Her steel blue eyes captivated him at first glance and along with the alluring scent of jasmine surrounding her presence, he lost all sense of time and rhythm, and barely remembered the ensuing conversation. Thinking he had died and gone to heaven, the only thing that stuck in his memory, as they found themselves pressed urgently against the wall of her hotel room, was her name; Ginny.

Virginia Alison, Heaven Scent

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) house's leg acting up but he's also in heat and nesting so he's at the height of stupid hindbrain takeover on top of being in pain, and all he can manage to get out are pathetic keening calls and whines.

and he's alone.

he's alone, and he is so fucking stupid for thinking he can make it through this by himself. but the thought of employing a worker this time didn't sound appealing, and the only alpha he trusts to help him through this is married, and he thought he'd be civil and not bother them for once, and he is so fucking stupid.

with shaking hands he only manages to call wilson because he's on speed dial. it's the dead of night so when wilson answers, his exasperated sigh is undercut with a drowsy rumble. it's the best thing house ever heard. he doesn't even remember what excuse he gave his wife, too wrapped up in how every nerve was screaming at him, but the next thing he knows is wilson rushing in so quick the bedroom door slams against the wall.

[lovergirl1001]

This is Love

Hiii againn! I am trying to write a little something each day to try to get back into writing, lol so heres a little story about burning desires- i desire nothing more than to share a love so pure with anther #yearning oh also! no pronouns used- just green and blue eyes!

Trigger Warning because they are naked! be warn lol

Word Count: 383

Warm light flooded from multiple candles. The cherry scent devoured the room. Two bare bodies were intertwined. Neither could indicate which limb belonged to whom; perhaps this was their way of showcasing their souls: intertwined. Green eyes gently fluttering open saw the alluring face of Love. Gazing ever so longingly, gentle fingers reached to trace the tan skin. No moment could be long enough to memorize the bumps or crevasse. To be given the consent of affection fluttered the blazing heart so passionately that a bright glow surged through the bustling body. This light consumed the kindred beings as it gently grew.

Rippling open, blue eyes started back, and a crooked, joyful smile greeted the other. The body tenderly moved closer. Pressing an adoring kiss to the others forehead before moving down to the cheeks of their face. Green eyes fluttered closed as their bodies ached closer. Blue eyes admired the freckled face and pressed a devoted kiss to its pink lips. 

Neither would be able to note the length of their shared hunger, only to state it could never be satisfactory in time. Two pairs of gentle, soft lips brushed against each other, never parting for a breath—in unease from the hymns of separation. Their hands habitually intertwined and let go to feel the goosebumps and music the other made.

Words were seldom used by the two, as only a simple look or touch was essential. “I Love You’s” consisted of the shared acts of understanding. Within their blazing hearts it was all the same. Souls perfectly and intricately crafted for the sole reason to love each other. 

Centuries before and centuries after, they shall find their destiny together. Time will forever bring their earnest hearts together. In life after life, their beings reincarnated from singing birds and roaring lions to kind rulers and delighted dancers. Each night as they dreamed, they only craved to observe their past love stories.

If given the privilege to meet each other sooner in life, each star in the sky would be gladly counted, the oceans drained, and the cosmos eagerly realigned. No part of life could emit greater satisfaction than spending moments in love. Laughter and amourous music trailed outside the room; still deep into the night, they craved the simplicity of their shared time.

[xserpx]

Jurand was so close Leo could smell him, leather and polish and horsehair and soap. He could hear his slow breath. Could see each hair of his long eyelashes, a tiny blemish on his cheek, his lips pressed together with concentration, but that little curl at the corner that he always used to have when they were together, before … everything that had happened.

It would’ve taken no effort at all to lean forwards and kiss him. It was almost more effort not to do it. Leo wondered what the roughness of his fresh-shaved jaw would feel like against Leo’s cheek. What his hair would feel like between Leo’s fingers. What his mouth would taste like—Jurand looked up and their eyes met, and Leo froze, his breath held, his face tingling.

— The Wisdom of Crowds by Joe Abercrombie

[witchesaandbitches]

Dying Flowers and Harvest Fruits: Autumn Scents for the Dark Romantic 

Dried florals, sweet fruit, woolly jumpers and a touch of smoke and leather. All the scents of autumn for the dark academic who prefers a more feminine and elegant touch. 

Tom Ford Violet Blonde 

Powdery floral with a whiff of suede. Smells like old money. That girl in your class who you know went to boarding school and has a brother with an 'III' after his name. She wears her boyfriend's threadbare cardigans but her hair is always perfect.  

Miller Harris Rose en Noir 

A vintage, dusty rose with a natural elegance. Smells like an autumn day spent inside hiding from the rain, next to your lover who smells faintly like cigarette ash. There is an old bouquet of roses on the table, dried to a dark crimson. 

Byredo Velvet Haze

Cashmere jumper with an earthy and slightly sweet musk. Smells like a change in seasons. Warm, fuzzy and comforting, like a cup of hot coco. 

I Heart Juicy Couture

A bite from the first perfect apple of the season, walking though the orchard on a bright and breezy day. Sweet, juicy fruit with a touch of musk and patchouli to dirty it up a bit. This is perfect for early fall when the air is crisp. Don't judge this one by its bottle. 

[beastsovrevelation]

She

Would definitely tie her scarf arround your neck, essentially marking you as hers. For your protection, but also because she likes to see it.

The scarf smells of myrrh, constantly reminding you of Michael. You know you're safe, and you know you belong to her.

[romanticscents]

Prepare to Make Body Butter #CocoaButter #shorts #reels #asmr

Aloha Romantic Friends, Today, I am to start a new product launch. I have decided that I want to make Body Butter. This is the first step in the process is to add Cocoa Butter. It looks great! Now let's begin Step Two. Tune in for more videos coming soon.

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[outlying-hyppocrate]

so overcome with this strange love it is nauseating me