( misstress )

YOU'LL NEVER LOVE HER LIKE I DO !

[stonedust-in-your-nose]

[terpsikeraunos]

ancient greek word of the day: δακέθυμος (dakethumos), heart-eating, heart-vexing

[missdemonor]

                evelynn is bisexual, but she has a preference for women romantically and sexually. she modeled herself in their image and wanted to be loved as women are, she needed the want and desire that women inspire. she also wants attention from women, too. 

[poetic-a-e-s-t-h-e-t-i-c-deacti]

When he offers his lips, go for his throat.

L⚜

Clementine Von Radics (via: the-l-o-o-k-b-o-o-k )

[aphrhodite]

The Great Gatsby // F. Scott Fitzgeral

[autumninvading-blog]

[missdemonor]

soothefox:

          rosy  lips  could  be  found  puckered  up,  arms  tightly  wrapped  around  the  curves  of  the  other  woman,  whilst  hues  of  molten  gold  stared  deep  into  the  opposing  pair.  her  breath  was  heavy,  gaze  bathing  in  the  delightful  sight  of  her  lover.  tails  twitched  as  ears  laid  back,  her  senses  calming  more  and  more.  evelynn  made  her  feel  at  such  blissful  peace,  —————  it  felt  rather  intoxicating.

          ‘  you.  ‘  the  she  -  fox  finally  whispered,  the  simple  word  dripping  like  succulent  honey  from  her  lips.  dark,  thick  lashes  batted  playfully  as  her  form  shifted,  now  pressing  up  further  against  the  demon.  nails  would  teasingly  scratch  against  the  delicate  skin,  sending  tingles  down  evelynn’s  spine,  ‘  i  want  you.  ‘  ahri  repeated.

                the demoness purrs when her darling fox answers her, heart singing when she hears the answer, like she’s been drug under a sea of wine and promises by just that one word. dark wisps curl around evelynn’s fingers and as its drawn into her body once more, her claws leave with the shade so that the tips of her fingers are soft and round like a mortal’s, only for ahri, always for her. they brush through ahri’s hair, combing it back until her hand comes to cup the shefox’s cheek.

                “i am already yours,” evelynn answers, her voice soft and sweet, like honey and rose petals, everything made of love and intoxication. the slow pull of ahri’s nails against her skin made her feel warm and languid, like she was only string being woven under this woman’s touch. ahri could pull her any way, and she would have no qualms with it. 

                evelynn curls around her, burying her nose against her hair and pressing her lips into a soft kiss against ahri’s temple, soaking in the presence and feel of her. she would never tire of such a beautiful being such as her; as if she was carved from the gods’ perfection. “i am here for as long as you wish, my darling,” she whispers against her skin as her lashers lazily curl around ahri.

[lovelypanel]

[dinsintegration]

[words-and-coffee]

I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can’t see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine.

Jack Llawayllynn, Indulgence (via words-and-coffee)

[lifeinpoetry]

saying your name feels like a ritual / for a god i haven’t found yet.

Mallory Pearson, from “A Window That Sees Through Two Houses,” published in Kingdoms in the Wild (via twiinmasks)

[summerwyn]

my cherries & wine, rosemary & thyme & all of my peaches are ruined 

[missdemonor]

                evelynn’s height can fluctuate depending on how she leaves and enters the shadows, though generally she is very tall in stature and build. she’s 6′11″ outside of the shade, and over 7 feet when in her true form. 

[missdemonor]

@soothefox

                Every time Evelynn looks at her, she feels overwhelmed with the innate desire to please this woman in every way. She was perfect, she’s sure; beautiful and sweeter than anything Evelynn has every seen, with lips like roses and eyes like the moon. It was fate she’d become enamored.

                “What is it that you want, darling?” she coos, a purr to her voice that was warm and promising. “Just name it.” 

[hellanne]

by Nishe

[missdemonor]

I.

                Women are perfect creatures, aren’t they? Beautiful, elegant, sweet, soft, strong. They are everything this earth has to offer poured into flesh and bone and blood. A woman is power, a woman is love, a woman is the key to all things in our lives. A spirit so wonton for their love, their adoration, made themself in their image. She so craved their attention that she made herself in their image, with curves and soft lips, eyes that hypnotize, skin smooth as silk.

[sunbathe]