#empyreous : aesma

[noheroe]

from aesma~

she quirks her brow first, then squints her eyes. no phone calls? pathetic. but FOUR bingos????

meme.

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, tiredly does form settle next to her , only to lean until head falls into his goddess' lap with slate shades tilted up to her. and slow were they to flutter shut. no teasing smile , no playful expression , he simply relaxed upon her lap as voice comes out in a soft coo. "i have been meaning to ask but forgetful when you cloud my mind." head nestles against thighs , hand settling next to his head to merely draw digit tips along the space beside his head. "if there was something i was able to do for you in this world , other than be what i am for you. what i could physically do."

delicate fingers run through thick, dark hair almost automatically, manicured nails scratching where they were desired most. the goddess slowly shifted her gaze downward, a dark brow raising as lush lips curled into a soft smile. such tender moments between the two came far and few in between more... passionate encounters, yet it was this, soft and seductive in its own right, that called to her so sweetly. " i want nothing else except you. heart and soul, i want those to be mine. you have ruined me for any other, and i could not care less. i have laid with many, yet your entire essence calls to me, and i am ravenous for it. " soft, plush lips met his, pouring the adoration and desire she held for him into it. she might hesitate to say just how much he meant to her, but she could show him. " stay with me. no matter what, i want you by my side. "

[auburniivenus]

Shiplist for aesma!

┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊aeshime: you keep me without chains┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊

⋆ Nightwish - Ghost Love Score

⋆ Melancholia · Yoko Shimomura

⋆ BAD OMENS - THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

⋆ KISS ME GOOD-BYE · BUCK-TICK

⋆ Pretty Girl- Sugarcult

You can never get him out of your head. @empyreous

[attroxx]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐎𝐃𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇. he's so close, their bodies pressed against one another koda had been so caught up on their reunion he'd all but forgotten his feelings. the man is attractive, annoyingly so especially with that attitude. the sight of aesma begging is one he enjoys imagining but not right now when he's already struggling to keep himself composed.

and there he goes, flaunting it too. it's cruel really. but koda won't give in to it. instead the blonde simply huffs out a forced laugh as if to say ' that's ridiculous and who would think you're face is that good looking ? ' cause it's certainly not. not at all.

❛ dates ? ❜ he had completely forgotten. but now it all comes rushing back like a crashing tidal wave and koda feels a little more overwhelmed than he had moments ago. four dates !? how greedy can one man be ? ❛ right . . . right now ? ❜ he'd already gotten boba for today, his one treat for the day. but . . . if aesma insisted maybe they could grab lunch or something. koda's gaze falters to the pavement. man, he sucks at this shit.

❛ if you're serious than . . . i can treat you to lunch. ❜

         that   awful   feeling   in   his   chest   seems   to   ebb   and   go   ,   back   and   forth   as   his   name   rings   so   loud   and   clear   from   his   companions   lips.   thus   ,   it   turns   the   demons   own   into   a   tilt   of  cockiness.    a   hard   habit   to   retain   away   ,   yet   ,   arm   curls   ever   the   tighter   to   simply   pull  Koda    a   bit   closer.   warmth   ,   a   familiarity   ,   how  ridiculous    such   a   high   and   mighty   being   was   finding   that   comfort   growing   evermore   the   longer   he   stayed   right   where   he   was.

                    ❛   oh   ,   but   i   am    certain    you   would   love   to   see   me   beg   either   way.   ❜         his   own   return   of   jest   ,   keeping   match   of   walking   speed   with   the   other.  i   missed   seeing   you.    brows   flicker   upward   ,   eyes   trailing   from   the   youth   towards   their   pathing   before   them.   it   was   odd   ,   in   every   way   ,   that   such   words   might   have   lefft   a  fluttering    sensation   to   dance   within   the   cavity   of   his   chest.   the   demon   had   all   but   believed   he   had   been   merely  forgotten.

                    ❛   i   am   not   surprised.   this   glorious   face   is   oft   missed.   ❜         another   horrible   habit   ,   as   just   as   the   words   had   left   did   bottom   lip   get   pinned   between   his   teeth.   he   found   it   inescapable   that   his   tongue   would   release   such  teasing    at   a   constant   rate.   a   clear   off   the   throat   is   given.           ❛   i   have   missed   seeing   you   as   well   ,   Koda.   which   is   why   i   am   here.   i   am   owed   three   dates.   maybe   four   if   i   am   feeling   selfish   enough.   ❜

[noheroe]

@empyreous   ;   aesma   :

she was a fighter , through and through. and every time she had proven such , keeping the demon on his toes. he oft recalls during these times how she had almost gotten him , and the ache it brought forth in his right eye. it only served to make him work harder and harder , and even in the moment she caught him off guard , he would turn to counter as quickly as possible. but , she had a limit. she always did. and he found himself worried. so , instead of letting this dance play on , he would find an opening to catch her wrist and spin her , merely to drop his features low and lay ashen twin flesh against her own. it was not a long one , nor one wrought with passion , but something to catch her off guard to stop their fight. ❛ before you pass out again. ❜ he mutters , leaning away but ever the slightest yet his grip remains ever so tight. ❛ i would hate to take you to my bed against your wishes again , little warrior. ❜

                    𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉.   𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒈����.   𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆   𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌,   𝒂   𝒄𝒖𝒕   𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔,   𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆.   𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒉   𝒕𝒐   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆.   𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.   slash.   dodge.   double   attack,   a   cut   across,   twice.   dash   to   the   side.   repeat.

                    each   time   with   breath   heavier   and   heavier,   oxygen   not   getting   through   &   lungs   aching.   little   warrior   attempts   once   more,   her   moves   visibly   slower   —   but   she   knows   she   simply   cannot   continue   and   soon   her   body   will   give   up,   and   either   she   finishes   it   right   here   right   now   or   she'll   have   to   flee.

                    and   heroes   don't   run   away.

                    her   hand   trembles,   grip   on   her   blade   slipping.   micaela   lets   herself   get   caught,   trapped   in   the   other's   grasp   like   a   fly   enwebbed,   stuck   to   the   deadly   gossamer.   she   expects   her   defeat   and   accepts   possible   death,   but   her   sworn   enemy   presses   his   lips   against   hers   and   she   opens   her   eyes   in   surprise   and   let's   a   small   gasp   and   completely   drops   her   weapon   and   freezes   in   place   and   and   and—

                    legs   shake,   almost   giving   out   if   not   for   the   firm   hold   of   aesma's.   too   shocked   to   act,   micaela   blinks,   skin   glossy   with   sweat   and   lips   parted.   all   mica   can   do   is   stare   blankly,   no   words   leaving   her   mouth,   sword   turning   into   pool   of   blood   beneath   their   feet.   the   amber   gaze   looks   foggy,   but   himura   is   not   passing   out.

                    she's   simply   starstruck,   just   as   aesma   is   simply   breathtaking.

                    micaela   never   had   the   chance   to   take   a   closer,   better   look   —   or   maybe   never   wanted   to.   now,   it's   somewhat   forced   ;   the   demon   is   so   painfully   beautiful   her   chests   aches,   yet   the   awareness   remains   :   it's   just   a   predator's   glamour   carefully   crafted   to   lure   it's   prey.   the   knowledge   doesn't   help,   and   no   weapon   is   conjured   ;   micaela   attempts   to   summon   something,   anything   from   her   bleeding   palm,   yet   her   hand   doesn't   close   on   a   blade's   hilt,   fingers   barely   twitching.

                    her   mouth   is   dry,   her   throat   is   on   fire,   and   she   cannot   do   anything   but   stare   silently   as   the   biggest   evil   residing   in   this   world   toys   with   her   like   she's   just   a   puppet,   not   a   powerful   warrior.

                    and   she   can't   do   anything   about   it.

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, “You are my very own forbidden fruit.” (aesma~) fantasy starters || accepting

delicate hands cupped the lord's face, thumb tracing across his lower lip as the goddess leaned closer. foreheads brushed together as lush lips pressed a whisper of a kiss against his before she pulled away slightly. bright, amber eyes locked with crimson, sharing a heated look as those delicate hands trailed down until they encircled the back of the other's neck, keeping him close. " i am only forbidden if that is what you desire, my Lord. you may indulge whenever and wherever you wish. so unless you plan on starving yourself... take. what. you. desire." she commanded, raising a questioning eyebrow. it was much like playing with fire, tempting him so. but the burn was something exquisite. slender fingers buried themselves in dark hair, gently tugging as she waited for his response, her plush bottom lip pulled between teeth.

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, " can I take this off? " the enormity of my desire || accepting

thick, dark hair swayed as her head tipped to the side, curious amber eyes studying the man for a moment. lips curled into a smirk at the request before slender shoulders shrugged, unbuttoned shirt slipping just a hair, revealing lace underneath. " need you ask, my Lord ?? how could i say no to such a sweet request ?? i am at your disposal, of course. " delicate fingers circled 'round his wrist, placing it on exposed skin, before sliding up to cup the back of his neck. she curled dark strands of hair 'round her fingers, gently tugging.

[goddessrisen]

     it   was   not   often   that   the   goddess   was   able   to   surprise   her   lover,   for   he   was   oft   far   too   aware.   yet,   her   burning   heart   thrummed   within   cosmic   ribcage,   her   hope   &&   excitement   a   tangible   thing.   the   inner-workings   of   his   court   seized   his   attention   for   hours,   long   enough   for   her   to   enact   her   plan.   brilliant   amber   critically   scanned   resplendent   display,   eyes   narrowed   before   she   nodded   to   herself,   satisfied.   the   new   addition   to   her   personal   wing   within   the   celestial   palace   had   finally   finished   some   time   ago,   but   she   had   yet   to   show   the   devil   –   lord.

     her   ruffled   appearance   within   an   ornate   mirror   caught   the   celestial's   attention.   her   typically   stony   visage   held   a   rosy   hue,   eyes   alight   with   emotion,   even   as   dark   curls   escaped   their   intricate   braid.   she   looked,   for   all   intents   &&   purposes,   alive,   perhaps   even   joyful.   pearly   teeth   sank   into   plush   bottom   lip   as   hyeon   studied   her   appearance,   hand   raised   to   caress   a   flushed   cheek.   was   this   truly   how   she   was   around   aesma,   without   any   pretense   or   stone   wall   ??   stars   above,   she   was   no   better   than   a   starling.

     aesma's   arrival   within   the   court   broke   the   goddess   from   her   inner   musings.   petal-soft   flesh   curled   into   a   soft,   shy   smile   as   heeled   feet   carried   her   toward   the   foyer.   burning   heart   practically   burst   from   cosmic   ribcage   as   her   gaze   settled   on   the   man,   casually   examining   the   decor   before   vermillion   settled   'pon   her   slender   form.   hyeon   closed   the   distance   with   nary   a   whisper,   slender   arms   wrapped   around   his   neck   before   he   could   blink.   she   smiled   up   at   him,   a   tender,   soft   thing,   before   brushing   soft   flesh   against   his.

     ❝   come,   my   starlight.   i've   something   to   show   you.   you   need   only   tell   me   if   it   isn't   to   your   liking,   but   i   simply   thought . . .   ❞     though   excitement   burned   within   her,   quiet   hesitation   wrapped   around   her   words,   even   as   her   melodic   voice   kept   its   usual   cadence.   slender   fingers   laced   with   larger   ones   as   she   tugged   him   toward   his   surprise.   it   took   only   a   few   moments   before   they   stopped   before   her   bedroom   suite,   sequestered   away   from   the   rest   of   her   court.   though   she'd   deny   it   if   ever   asked,   something   akin   to   nervousness   painted   itself   across   her   ethereal   face   as   she   stepped   away   from   aesma's   side   to   open   the   door. 

     though   not   his   only   surprise,   the   ornate   decor   of   the   primordial   goddess's   personal   haven   had   changed.   a   blend   of   both   of   their   preferences   melded   into   something   perfectly   suited   for   both.   hyeon   gestured   for   the   lord   to   step   through,   following   a   step   behind.   to   allow   him   time   to   digest.

     ❝   this . . .   is   not   your   only   gift.   but   i   suppose   it   is   the   most   drastic.   feel   free   to   explore   at   your   leisure.   ❞     brilliant   amber   fastidiously   studied   the   large   windows   that   lined   the   living   room,   unable   to   look   at   aesma   as   she   bared   her   heart   like   this.   of   course,   they   both   knew   this   was   not   a   simple   gift,   for   she   had   given   him   many   in   the   past.   this   was   something   more,   something   intimate.

pre – established / already existing shippy starter    ft.   @empyreous

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous   summoned the goddess,     [ COMFORT ]: sender, after a challenging and emotionally draining experience, settles into the receiver's lap in search of a feeling of comfort. [REVERSE]

         much   weighed   heavily   atop   the   goddess's   gilded   crown,   silken   tiers   tight   as   the   furrowing   of   dark   brows   marred   her   ethereal   visage.   the   fleeting   desires   of   many   warred   for   her   attention,   no   matter   how   much   she   desired   to   think   of   anything   else.  silken   slippers   whispered   against   marbled   stone   as   instinct   sought   the   devil   lord.   memory   alone   saved   her   from   bumping   into   anything   on   the   way.

         a   soft,   nigh   silent   breath   of   relief   slipped   past   parted   lips   at   the   sight   of   her   lord.   stars   above,   he   was   a   sight   for   sore   eyes.   slender   hands   encircled   broad   shoulders   before   the   soft   weight   of   celestial   goddess   settled   into   an   awaiting   lap.   face   buried   into   a   muscled   shoulder,   hyeon   finally   exhaled.   shoulders   slumped   as   aesma's   comforting   scent   invaded   her   senses,   soothing   any   tension   left   within   her   body.

         gentle   hands   tenderly   undid   her   elaborate   braid,   setting   aside   her   crown   before   they   returned   to   her   head,   manicured   nails   raking   through   long,   dark   hair.   the   divine   bird   cooed   in   response,   body   melting   against   the   hard   edge   of   her   lover's   body.   a   curious   hand   trailed   downward.   soft,   warm   fingers   massaging   silken   flesh   along   the   way.

         ❝     i   have   no   desire   to   ever   leave   your   embrace   again.   can   we   not   hold   court   like   this     ??     'else   i   find   myself   with   the   urge   to   decimate   much   of   our   court.   they   continuously   test   my   patience,   which   is   in   short   supply   anyway.     ❞         a   plush,   bottom   lip   jutted   out,   the   goddess's   amber   gaze   soft     &&     wide   as   she   pleaded   with   her   lover.

sitting in someone's lap || accepting

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, ❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜ (aesma uwu) darker vibes || accepting

sinful lips curled into a grin, something dark and twisted as the goddess purred. slender fingers caressed the Lord's face, lightly dragging sharp nails across the flesh, leaving shallow welts in their wake. amber eyes, normally so luminous in nature, reflected the utter void that the cosmos could hold. " i would never want you indifferent, not to me, dearest. you are already something terrible, but let me mold you into something truly great. " the goddess cupped the strong jaw, tilting it enough to press her plush lips against his throat. she only pulled away once she was satisfied with the dark bruise forming. " give yourself to me. let. me. in. "

[ekleipsi]

9) sender sensually kisses receiver’s inner ankle to start an ascension of caresses up towards their thigh. (vaesma~)

--- Mood hadn't struck the succubus in...a while. Much to her own surprise and likely her Master's as well, as she hadn't thrown herself at him in weeks; nor had she left the circles of Hell to feed from mortals above. Movements were somewhat lethargic and even outward appearance had suffered slightly. Idle weight loss, gaunt cheeks, ashen coloration had gotten even more pallid. Mischievous light slipping from eyes.

--- Perhaps the otherwise lazy mood had alarmed her Lord? Mind was so distracted that she hadn't noticed the way he pulled at her heel, kissing absently at the inside of her ankle, settling slate gaze upon features. ' Mm? Master, stop... ' a small frown, delicate flick of her foot trying to pull the appendage away from his grasp, though fingers tightened to hold her still for a moment as his kisses lifted higher. Was he feeling bad? Guilty? Why was he so insistent...

--- Up inner calf until she'd gasped aloud, shivering slightly from the heat of it until lips pressed a warm kiss to the inside of her knee. ' Master...I'm not...in the mood, you don't...have to. ' a small glare knit her brows together, huffing as she squirmed- though despite her words, body flushed with the attention, predictable as it might have been. A curse for their kind really, unable to deny their pleasures. Eventually eyes tightened, nails biting into the floor at her side before effort and strength was taken to shove a foot into his chest, pushing him away.

--- ' Stop. I'm not in the mood for these games tonight... '

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, "I can't stop thinking about you." 😋 flirty memes || accepting

wandering hands paused in their teasing exploration of the other's chest, resting atop muscled shoulders. a dark, inquisitive brow raised as the goddess shifted, turning to look aesma in the eyes. plush lips, bruised from insatiable kisses, curled into a smile as she leaned down, brushing noses together before sealing them over the other's once more. " oh? and what do you think about, with me on your mind, darling? surely nothing... untoward. " delicate fingers traced an aimless pattern across smooth skin as hyeon-seung slowly broke the kiss, instead making a path down the Lord's neck. she shifted her hips, settling more firmly in his lap, a breathless chuckle escaping as she felt just how much her touch affected him.

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, i’ll be good, i promise. ❜ (aesma~) subtle smut || accepting

slender fingers caressed the man's inner thighs as bright eyes locked onto his. a dark eyebrow quirked in question, a bit of a challenge in her gaze. lips curled into a bemused smile before she leaned down, pressing a reverent kiss to his thigh. " oh darling, can you ?? i don't know if i can believe that... " her fingers continued their journey upward, just barely missing where her touch was most wanted. rarely did she get a chance to do this to aesma, but when given the chance, she relished in being the one to break down his self-control. plush lips followed the trail her fingers left, nipping at the skin, intent on leaving marks before pausing right before her prize. leaning closer, she let her hot breath tease for a moment before pulling away. " say please. "

[goddessrisen]

shock colored the goddess’s face before she blinked, mask slipping into place. she growled in frustration as eyes narrowed until only a sliver of amber remained. slender hands curled into fists, manicured nails biting into delicate flesh 'til blood was drawn. they beat pathetically against the lord’s broad chest before hyeon-seung buried her face into it. “ you… are a maddening, irresistible man. damn you !! You are dangerous, to me, you insufferable man. !! i never wanted to cherish this… to covet you… i have never ached for — . ” she paused, lips parting as realization washed over her. slowly, dazedly so, did the goddess pull away from the other. eyes wide and unseeing as her entire world came crashing down around her. he wasn’t… she couldn’t. there was no way… wild, iridescent eyes locked with crimson before a shocked, disbelieving laugh escaped. " well, 'twould seem like i must go. apologies. "

                    ❛   i   hum   and   haw   and   pout   and   get   my   way.   ❜         he   repeats   back   to   her   ,   yet   his   words   are   released   in   a   mere   whisper.  dangerous    she   says.   maybe   to   some.  maybe   to   most.    but   as   his   hands   keep   their   encircled   motion   around   his   beloved   goddess   ,   he   was   anything  but.    much   an   addict   looking   for   their   next   fix   ,   he   was   always  yearning    for   her   attention   and   affection.  did   that   really   make   him   so   dangerous?

         yet   ,   sudden   does   body   straighten   up   ,   a   brow   on   the   rise   with   gaze   steady   upon   the   other.           ❛   fine.   ❜         a   simple   reply   ,   slow   is   the   hands   to   relenquish   their   adventurous   endeavors   ,   slipping   away   from   the   curve   of   her   back   until   they   are   raised   and   palms   facing   the   goddess   in   surrender.

                    ❛   i   will   neither   hum   ,   nor   haw   ,   nor   pout.   i   ,    Asmodeus    ,   will   be   the   perfect   image   of   pristine   innocence   and   wait   until   my   beautiful   ,   endearing   ,   and    lovely    goddess   deems   me   worthy   enough   to   be   graced   with   whatever   affections   she   is   to   offer.   ❜

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous said, well ofc if hyeon and aesma had a kid -- kid headcanons || accepting

Name: Gender: General appearance: Personality: Special talents: Who they like better: Who they take after more: Personal headcanon: Face Claim:

chan-yeol (찬열) / aurelius male thick, curly blond hair w/ dark roots, sides shaven and long enough to pull back into short ponytail. (does he dye it or does it have to do with his "golden" persona... yes. c: ) he shares his father's bright grey eyes, though a strange, amber color cirles his pupils, a constant reminder that he is not human. as tall as his father, chan-yeol strikes an imposing figure, well-muscled but lean. honestly the most fashionable out of the family, tbh. ever the outgoing one, he absolutely lives up to his golden/bright personality. confident, prideful, but serious, he is the perfect representation of the sun. though he loves his twin he becomes extremely jealous of any attention gifted to her that he deems to be "too much". he is the golden child, and should be treated as such. as a demigod/half-demon, chan-yeol is durable. he is a talented fighter and can often be found training with other demons or deities when bored. he has his father's telekinesis and telepathy abilities, though he rarely uses it, preferring more martial practices. though he loves his father, chan-yeol likes his mother better. he was not spoiled as a child, hyeon put him through schooling as soon as he was able. he is to be the celestial god of the sun, and he needed to be ready. chan-yeol simply spent more time with his mother during his formative years and is closer because of it. oh absolutely aesma. although he spent more time with hyeon because of their time away at the celestial palace, chan-yeol wanted to be like his father so badly. both the good and bad. he is a talented and (typically) calm individual, but can be known to unleash a wrath that leaves permanent reminders to those who experienced it, as well as being quite possessive and jealous. chan-yeol would often wander into his parent's room and try on a selection of aesma's clothing when he was younger. it wasn't uncommon to see the little princeling running from either parent in a much-too-large shirt/tie/pant combo, giggling. vernon chwe from seventeen c:

[goddessrisen]

@empyreous  invoked the goddess,

well first off Smash or Pass for Glasya , Aesma , and Ezralia just for giggles

glasya:

darling,   you've   never   a   need   to   ask   this   from   me.   of   course,   i   would   smash.   i   would   smash   right   now,   if   you'd   let   me.

  aesma:

my   starlight,   surely   you   jest.   we've   just   barely   left   our   quarters,   &&   yet   you   ask   this   of   me   ??   for   shame,   darling.   i   should   almost   say   pass,   just   to   spite   you.

  ezralia:

a   monster   tamer,   eh   ??   does   that   also   apply   to   brats   as   well   ??   asking   for   an   interested   party . . .   but   yes,   fine.   smash.

smash or pass || accepting