#ice queen (aestas)

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Continued from here with @redemptioninchaos

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Aestas gave a nod and a smirk as she put herself in the backseat with the wailing badger. “Ya took my fucking arm off you crazy broad!” The badger screamed. They were known to be hardy species but damn, even they couldn’t resist nature’s cruelty. “Oh shut up asshole before I take your jewels too.” She warned, and that made him shut up, aside from whimpers.

He really wasn’t feeling any pain.. Except cold. Really cold. and in fact, Aestas was the one keeping a grip on his hand to prevent him from thawing out and getting the blood spraying about. It had the extra benefit from preventing him to die of blood loss, but that was about it.

Aestas took one look at the driver and gave an apologetic smile. “I hope you don’t mind a little condensation. I figured you’d prefer that instead of blood everywhere and making your car a biohazard case.” She said lightly. She knew how bad it was to clean off blood off of something. Carseats she didn’t have experience over, but she bet it was as hard as getting off of clothes.

[glacierheart]

you were born, bluer than a butterfly. beautiful & so deprived of oxygen, colder than your father's eyes. ❄

you were born, reachin' for your mother's hands ... VICTIM of your father's plans to RULE the world. too afraid to step outside, paranoid & petrified what you've heard.

THE TALE OF THE HEIR OF JACK FROST . son of the ice king . an original character crafted from the son to a villainous jack frost & a concoction of a summer personification heroine for a mother (aestas) to create an elaborate story of choosing between good and evil, being the embodiment of both sides of the moral alignments. a character born with bad and GOOD ingredients.

delving into how a potential villain becomes an ANTI-HERO. themes of chasing for a controlling father's approval, child neglect, trust issues and abandonment issues. stepping outside of his mother's good will & turning down a dark path (before getting back onto the good one). teetering on the fine line side of wrong and right. the savior or the villain? feeling a void from a broken heart and a cold childhood. needing a reason to be good. icy eyes, warm heart. living behind a facade. pretends to not care, but deep down .. cares a lot. protective. a prankster, morbid humor, sarcastic and witty. emotional and unpredictable.

based in the world of : DC, DISNEY / DISNEY'S DESCENDANTS, THE HUNGER GAMES, STRANGER THINGS, WEDNESDAY AND A MODERN WORLD VERSE.

name origin: caspian theros frost. caspian, meaning, 'white' like snow. and theros meaning an old greek name of 'summer' & his last name frost– after his father jack frost. his name is a combination of winter and summer, just like his parents.

memes. / open starters. / verses are under cut. / rules are under cut.

rules.

01. mun is 21+.

02. i am not based in just one verse, so pls– if you're not into the disney, thg, st, wednesday or dc/marvel world(s) then keep in mind i do have a normal modern world verse setting!

03. be mindful of triggering themes such as blood, death, drowning or child abuse on this blog. caspian was grown up with a very toxic, abusive father– so it'll be difficult to avoid mentioning these themes at times.

04. i am super welcoming of other oc characters and canon characters, i love them all.

05. i love different fandoms and crossovers, so do not hesitate to write with me if you apart of fandoms i may have not even mentioned on this blog yet.

06. if you follow me, pls feel free to reply to any of my opens or send in memes at any time! there's no expiration dates on those. if you're the type that loves to plot, then def come to my IMs but keep in mind i'm not the best at plotting until i get an idea flowing.. so coming to my IMs with an idea already in mind is your best bet if you'd rather plot !! <3

07. i ship with chemistry so no force shipping or godmodding, pls. <3

verses.

disney / disney descendants verse. the lost winter prince. caspian frost is the son to mother summer & father winter that are apart of their own separate seasonal kingdoms in auradon. when a combination of a warm hearted young woman and an ill-tempered, glacier hearted man wed and share a child they get both of their natures intertwined. the ice king had a skill for perfect persuasion– so charming and manipulative. he found grand interest the mother of warmth, aestas or as she liked to be called florence. the queen of summer is adorned with nothing but radiant waves, a symbol of abundance and prosperity. her presence heralds the arrival of the season of warmth, light, and growth. aestas is revered for her power to bring forth the earth's bounty, nurturing the land and its inhabitants with her life-giving energy. as the embodiment of summer, aestas represents the joyful and vibrant spirit of the season, inviting all to bask in the warmth of the sun's embrace. so what did father frost want, with a woman the complete opposite of himself? to destruct all of that, use florence as his greatest challenge to glaze over her summery heart, turn her on his side of all things glacier and then make her the queen of the winter kingdom. the ice king became very charming on his ploy to wrap himself around mother summer's heart. perhaps, kind deeds and months worth of finding out jack frost's romanticizing side had created a soft spot in her heart. perhaps, a warm spot... had melted a small hole in his frozen heart itself whether he wanted to remain in denial of that or not. perhaps, that's what fueled his anger all the more in the end. he promised to wed her, have the child she always wished for, jack frost was certain he had the queen of summer delicately wrapped around his icy finger. but when she wouldn't join him and his winter kingdom after understanding his scheme all along, to get her to join forces with him, he took it bitterly and hatefully because in his mind... he really thought she wouldn't 'betray' him then froze her over when she least expected it. caspian was a newborn and never learned the true events of what happened to his mother all from his father's manipulations and lies he fed the young frost. how his mother had abandoned them both and ran off with a new family because he simply wasn't good enough. his father took him under his wing and tried to mold caspian as his last option to being the future ruler of the winter kingdom one day. the ice king is equally as a controlling father as he is a ruler and eventually into caspian's teen years... he begins to find that out the more caspian strays off his father's plan and path of destruction the more he pries into how his mother was like the more demanding his father becomes. and the day he finds out how she really died, is the day the winter kingdom brews an ugly storm and a terrible argument between father winter and his child of winter that unfortunately held the eerily identical anger in his eye as his mother summer had the day she wished to 'betray' him. caspian's only choice left was to flee in fear he would kill him too... during that journey he ends up on the ISLE OF THE LOST. in this verse, caspian does possess a few powers as both of his parents have them. (all inheriting from his father, however.) he can create tiny snowflakes from the tips of his fingers. he has a special white rose that could be used for bad or for good, one touch of it and he can either create beautiful icy rose sculptures – or one drop – and freeze over endless acres of land. he posesses cryokinesis: ability to control temperature and moisture in the environment, which he can generate ice and cold. however, he doesn't have total control on his abilities and his volatile emotions of sadness and a lot of anger have a lot to do with how well he can control them.

the hunger games verse. the president's son: the hunger games. going entirely au for this by sort of reinventing the snow's with the frost's. the difference is unlike coriolanus, caspian has a long run battling between doing the right or wrong thing and inevitably chooses the right decision to scheme a plan to end the hunger games since the other difference is he's the presidents son. son of president frost. but – until then, his morals can come across skeptical. it's easy to assume what he may be like if going anything by his dictator father (which caspian despises). is he a bad person like mr. frost or has he taken a good streak after his late mother? getting accused, categorized in with his father, looked at as the next monster in line... sometimes makes him have difficulty believing he's any thing less. that's something that can certainly get in the way of trying to be a good person. especially with the brainwashing's of his father to topple on top of that. but there's a secret to still be unrevealed, something happened a long time ago when his mother tried to make a good impact on his father and out of anger of his mother's attempt to turn him good... he found a way to rid of her. all these year's caspian's believed a rebel is the one who did it but the day he finds out it was his father all along; things drastically change among that newfound betrayal.

wednesday verse. (to be written) ..

stranger things verse. (to be written) probably will be a test subject type thing, if i don't change my mind.

dc & marvel verse. anti hero. for this verse i may base him off delores winters son. but this is also to be decided and written!

modern verse 1. the president's son: modern day. in modern day setting, caspian winters lives an unordinary life as the son to the united state's president mr. jack winters. his entire life he's been shoved into politics, even if his mother, the kinder parent– has gave the best of her ability to allow him to live as a normal child. still, growing up with zero siblings and a small group of friends has created this loneliness inside of him he wishes he didn't have. sometimes he yearns for an escape from all of it all while the pressure to be next in line to take the throne is shoved down his throat.

modern verse 2. the mayor's son: modern day. this modern verse allows me to write caspian in more of a normal setting. his father's still able to be some kind of man in power, but he's allowed to live more typically and hide in the shadows better. attending university in his home city of chicago, in a band on the side, keeping up with his love for theatre. caspian's definitely always been that theatre kid. it's the only healthy thing other than his band in his life that keeps him out of his usual trouble he tends to find himself causing or in the middle of. he has a rebellious attitude, that tends to lead him there a lot. always caught on either side of right and wrong with zero positive role models in his life.

[fexrtherexper]

"If you want to be a true ice queen, then you have to properly take in the aspect too!" - Aestas!

"I never said I wanted to be an ice queen. Besides, why focus on one form of magic when I can control so much more than that, Aestas."

[dimensionhumpinghybrids]

Stress relief for Gold's fellow grass type. With a few yache berries on hand, of course.

Aestas grinned as she straddled onto of Gold, her body naked, her skin cool to the touch as she sat there on top to tease and urge him.

Being in a private corner, and her having taken a potion that would help prevent a few more of the colder side effects to take a hold, not to mention a potion to prevent accidents from happening.

"You know that if you had wanted this the whole time, you could have juat asked~" she said with a teasing grin.

@goldensimisage

[deathonyourtongue]

Taste of Your Love

Summary: At his welcome home party, Ray realizes the best thing about the last ten years has been her.  Pairing: Ray Merrimen x Yvonne Levoux  Word Count: 4K Warnings: Smut, smut, smut, smut, but also FEEEEELINGGGGSSS.  A/N : This was commissioned by the amazing @livinglifeformemyselfandi​, and I can only hope I did justice to what she had in mind! Also, before you ask...Yes, there’s a sequel in the works. ;)

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She was the only one who’d written him while he was in. The only one who’d call just to shoot the shit. For all the emphasis he always placed on him and the boys being family, she was the one that showed up, time and time again. Yvonne may have been the younger of the Levoux siblings, but compared to Enson, she’d always been better at cultivating a true sense of family, even among those who weren’t blood. 

It was no surprise then, that when Ray walked into the cookout thrown in his honor, Yvonne was the first to reach him for a hug. In his time at Victorville, he’d watched her go from a shy, book-smart college kid, to a thriving psychiatrist with a Cornell doctorate under her belt and all the confidence in the world. Though Enson had done their folks proud by becoming a MARSOC specialist, Ray had no doubt that Yvonne was the crown jewel of the family with her success.

“Welcome home, big guy,” Yvonne whispered as she squeezed him tight, Ray holding on a little longer than he meant to, grateful to simply have human contact once again...And maybe just a little entranced by the scent of her perfume. 

“Good to be home, finally. Did you fly out just to visit everyone?” He asked as Yvonne led him over to the cooler, Ray noticing how graceful she was as she pulled two beers from the ice and popped the cap on both with ease. 

“Something like that,” she smiled, her answer purposely coy so as to not give away her surprise.

Raising her bottle, Yvonne’s eyes told Ray to look around, and for the first time since arriving, he realized that everyone he considered family was there, the small crowd all smiles as they waited for him to call the toast. 

He thought about it for a moment before raising his own bottle, Ray taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, knowing he’d have to speak a little louder than usual. 

“To freedom and to family. Thank you all for being here.”

“Music’s definitely changed. And the dancing. Christ,” Ray observed as Enson settled on the lounge chair beside his, two plates in hand. Passing one to Ray, Enson could only nod, his grin ear to ear. 

“Yeah, man. Can’t say I mind though,” Enson chuckled before digging into his food, his shoulders moving in time with the music even as he ate. 

Ray’s own head bobbed along to the hip-hop that was so different--yet just as catchy--as the stuff he’d grown up with. As he ate, he let his mind wander to all the things that had passed him by during his time on the inside. More than anything, Ray knew his chance at any meaningful relationship with a woman had long ago bit the dust. He had a few women he knew he could call at any time, who’d be ready and willing, but it wasn’t the same as someone to come home to.

Before he could think too much harder on it, his and Enson’s sunlit views were cut by two figures standing in front of them. Looking up, he couldn’t help but smile as he saw Yvonne and Jasmine standing there, both of them looking down expectantly. 

“Hello, ladies,” he said, one eyebrow raised in distrust, as both Yvonne and her sister-in-law looked like they were up to something. 

“Before y’all fall asleep, we figured we’d get y’all moving.” Jasmine explained, earning an immediate groan from Enson, his head shaking even before his wife could reach his hand. 

“C’mon, baby!” She begged, her hips swaying in time with the music. “Ray’ll get up, just you watch.” She challenged, Enson continuing to shake his head at the mere thought of having to dance.

Ray laughed warmly, his gaze turning to Yvonne. Something about the smile on her face made it clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer and so, setting his plate aside, he got up with a groan, looking over his shoulder at Enson as he took Yvonne’s hand.

“C’mon, bro. Let’s go.” Grinning, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Enson’s narrow-eyed gaze. 

“Don’t be touchin’ on my baby sister, man,” Enson warned with a smile, though Ray knew full well that if he so much as looked at Yvonne the wrong way, he’d have to contend with Enson and the rest of their crew, but both his and Enson’s eyebrows went up in surprise when Yvonne spoke up. 

“Your sister’s not a baby anymore, E.” Her gaze tender but confident, it was clear she was setting a boundary for her brother, one he knew better than to try and cross. As tough as he was, Enson was no dummy and knew full well his sister could, and would, kick his ass if necessary.

Leading Yvonne to the area of the backyard where everyone was dancing, Ray felt nervous for the first time ages. 

“I appreciate you writing all those years. Helped me feel less alone,” he spoke softly as they began to dance to the slow, rhythmic song. Holding her close, he could smell her perfume again, the scent just as intoxicating the second time around. 

“I knew my brother and your other friends wouldn’t do it, ‘cause it might make things...complicated for them, and you’ve always been...Well, you’re family, so it was a no-brainer.” It was the first time he’d ever heard her sound flustered, and Ray couldn’t help but find it cute. Without thinking, he reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. The smile he got in return, a mixture of giddy and shy, was worth any flack he’d catch from Enson. 

“You still went out of your way. Pretty sure I know why, but nevertheless, it made a huge difference.” 

“You know what, exactly?” She asked, playing coy, even though deep down Yvonne was nervous that he’d let her down gently, given how long they’d been family.

“That you’ve had a crush on me since you were in, what, high school? God, I’m old,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the realization that he’d known her far longer than just his time in Victorville.

Looking down, he could see Yvonne’s shock, her eyes showing just how ruffled she was, despite her attempts to keep it cool and return his gaze.

“E told you, I take it?” 

“Yeah, long time ago,” he assured her, Ray giving her a gentle squeeze, making it clear it wasn’t something that bothered him. 

“And?” Yvonne asked after taking a deep breath, lifting her chin and squaring her shoulders, ready for whatever answer Ray might give. 

“And, well...You’re stunning. Smart as hell and you’ve got a heart of gold. Any guy with half a brain would be an idiot to not see how amazing you are.” Leaning down, he continued, Ray’s words whispered against the shell of her ear, “I’d be lying if I said the feeling wasn’t mutual.”

He felt the shiver run through her, and couldn’t help but smile, Ray certain in that moment that her crush hadn’t ever gone away. What he wasn’t ready for, was to be tugged off the dance floor and towards Yvonne’s purse. 

“Where are we going?” He asked softly, Ray’s eyes glancing around, trying to spot Enson or anyone else who might give them grief. 

“My place. The things I wanna do to you? Aren’t meant for public consumption,”  Yvonne replied, her smile mischievous and confident. Licking his lips, Ray did his best to keep his expression neutral, knowing that if he looked too excited, he’d call more attention onto them both. 

“Meet me out front in five,” she whispered as she walked past him, Yvonne pretending like she was saying goodbye to him before making her rounds to the rest of their group. 

Waiting just a few minutes so that anyone listening for her car wouldn’t think she was sitting idle, Ray took a different route, going through the back door of Enson’s place before heading right out the front door. As close to the bathroom as it was, anyone looking for him would--at least initially--think he was merely using the facilities. 

Impressed by Yvonne’s choice of car, Ray got in and buckled up just in time to brace himself as she peeled the Audi away from the curb. 

“Not a bad ride for a year one therapist,” he smirked, smoothing a hand over the leather dash, his expression making it clear he approved of her choice. 

“She may be used, but she’s still better than Bosco’s Mustang,” Yvonne grinned, having heard all about the grief the other man got when he showed up to Enson’s place in his new ride. Ray laughed from deep in his gut, remembering when she’d told him the news. 

The drive was short but scenic, the silence punctuated by their held hands, Ray kissing the back of Yvonne’s whenever they stopped at a light. He couldn’t help but give her slender fingers a squeeze when she put the car in park in the driveway of a small but well-kempt ranch style home, shock coloring his expression. 

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were thinking of putting down roots down. Why didn’t tell me you’d moved back?” Ray asked, a little flabbergasted that she’d already settled in so quickly. 

“I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise. Do you like it?” Yvonne asked, her smile giddy. 

“It’s really nice. Away from the industrial part of town, so you won’t have to deal with all the air brakes and shit. I’m assuming close to anything you might need, and hopefully close to where you’re practicing out of. You did really well, Evie,” he nodded, Ray slipping his hand across the back of her neck and kissing her temple, proud of what she’d accomplished in his time away. 

“Thanks,” She murmured, her eyes soft and appreciative of the genuine reaction he’d given. Their gazes met for a moment, and with a gentle squeeze of her neck, Ray brought her close once more, this time kissing her properly, his free hand finding her cheek as their lips met. 

It was a kiss for the ages, one both were sure they’d never forget. Yvonne felt fireworks in her stomach, and was reaching for Ray even as they both came up for air, needing more of that connection. 

“We should probably...go...inside…” Ray smiled into the kisses he peppered her lips with, the elation they both felt strong enough to shake the earth if they let it. 

Nodding in agreement, Yvonne reluctantly let go, grabbing her purse and making quick work of hopping out, smiling when she found Ray already at her side of the car. Unable to help it, Ray pulled her close once more, giving her a far deeper kiss now that he wasn’t so cramped in the passenger seat. 

“Your brother’s gonna kill meeee,” he joked as Yvonne pulled away from the kiss, intent on getting them inside. Hugging her from behind, Ray didn’t dare slow her steps, as eager as she was for the freedom that lay behind closed doors. 

“He’ll have to get through me first, big boy,” Yvonne grinned, locking the door behind Ray before kicking off her shoes and stepping backwards into her living room. Ray’s Chucks made a home next to Yvonne’s sandals as he followed her into her space, admiring the fact that she’d already started decorating. 

“You move quick when you know what you want, huh?” He grinned, gesturing around to the framed prints and subtle touches that added a classic, yet lived-in feel to the home. 

“Why bother waiting when you know you want it?” She replied, her eyebrow quirked as she began to take off her dress, revealing a sheer matching set beneath. Ray’s eyes went wide, momentarily stunned by how gorgeous she was. 

“I didn’t plan on swimming,” she grinned, knowing full well that with the pool in the backyard, Ray was probably expecting a bikini. 

“Clearly,” Ray quipped, smiling ear to ear as he stepped forward, taking his shirt off as he went. 

Pulling her close yet again, Ray kissed her passionately, his hands slipping down the arch of her back to cup her ass and bring her flush against him. Yvonne moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his arousal clear as day; Any thoughts of him not liking her back dissolved in a flash, his kiss speaking volumes and putting her mind at ease.

Yvonne held onto Ray’s neck as she felt his hand slide under the thin material of her thong, his other hand sliding up her back to undo her bra one-handed. Prison hadn’t rusted his skills, and she couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her, the anticipation growing with every passing second. 

Panting, Ray grinned as she pushed him back just far enough to find his belt, Yvonne letting her lingerie slip off as she worked to get him in the same state of nudity. With his fly undone, she let her eyes move to where her hands held the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs, Yvonne’s tongue inadvertently sticking out as she slowly revealed him. 

Her moan was instinctual when Ray’s cock sprang out, Yvonne pushing the fabric down just far enough for it to slide off his legs, knowing he’d take care of the rest while she focused on what she wanted. Taking him in both hands, Yvonne gave him a gentle squeeze, biting her lower lip when she found him hard as rock for her. 

Their lips crashed together again as they blindly moved towards the couch, wandering hands finding all the right spots with every step. When her calves hit the cushions, Yvonne smiled as she felt Ray lower her down. 

“Confession time,” Ray murmured against the shell of her ear before his kisses moved down her neck, carving a path down towards what he wanted most. “I may or may not have…” he looked up at her with intent, hoping she understood his meaning, “with the beach picture you sent me back in ‘09.” 

“Is that so?” She giggled, Yvonne’s hand smoothing over his buzz cut as she watched his mouth get closer and closer to where she was already a sopping mess. 

Nodding, Ray met her gaze as his lips finally kissed over her bare mound, his mouth opening to lick teasingly over her clit. Seeing the reaction he wanted, Ray let his own eyes close as he began to work her, slipping her legs over his shoulders as he did so.

“Oh, Ray,” Yvonne’s voice was breathy and needy as she watched him eat her out, her legs splaying as she felt his wet tongue sluice through her folds. 

“This all for me?” Ray murmured against her pussy, his eyes flicking up to her once more before his tongue pushed inside her, lapping up all her juices. 

“Uh huh,” she keened, Yvonne’s mouth falling open as she indulged in the sensations Ray was bringing her. 

“So wet, baby. Can’t wait to slide inside,” he growled, Ray pulling her hips up higher before sucking hard on her clit and making her squeak out a higher-pitched sound. Plunging his tongue back inside her, Ray groaned happily as he focused on her g-spot, wanting to feel that jolt shoot up her spine. 

“Fuck, Ray, that feels so fucking good!” Yvonne panted, hips swirling to meet his tongue. In all the years she’d fantasized about him, him eating her out had never crossed her mind, but reality was far better than any dream she could have had and Yvonne felt herself getting close to the edge far faster than she expected. 

“Need you inside me, Ray, please!” She whimpered, her hips starting to move of their own volition as his tongue worked all the right spots, Ray licking and sucking as though his life depended on it. 

It took a moment for him to realize that she was asking him to move past foreplay, Ray lost in his own pleasure between her legs, indulging in every little jolt of her thighs, every clench of her pussy, every lick that coated his tongue in her juices. He was a man possessed and had her tone not snapped him out of it, Ray was certain Yvonne would have had to tug his ears to get him to stop. Smiling breathlessly at her, Ray kissed up her stomach, finding her lips again as he let his cock slide through the mess of spit and slick he’d made. 

“C’mere, beautiful,” Ray whispered, pulling her up and shifting their positions so that she was straddling his lap. Hands slipping over every inch of skin they could, Ray kissed Yvonne passionately as he lined himself up at her entrance. Knowing his size was a lot for most women, he took hold of her hand, his other moving to her hip to steady her. 

“Nice and slow,” he coached, Ray’s gaze never once leaving Yvonne’s as she sunk down on him. “That’s it, fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he said softly, watching her expression as it went from lust-filled to utterly shocked the lower she went. 

Yvonne gasped as Ray began to take up every bit of room she had to offer, her walls stretching well past what they were used to with her toys as, inch by inch, he filled her up. 

“Fuck, Ray, it’s so big. Holy shit! Oh fuck!” She panted, hips jerking upward every once in a while when she went too far, too fast. 

“Don’t rush, baby. We’ve got all night. I’m yours,” Ray murmured, smiling when he felt her hand squeeze his, his free hand stroking her back gently as she worked her all the way down. 

When she was finally flush, Yvonne couldn’t help but sag a little in his arms, her head resting on Ray’s muscular shoulder as she took in how full and stretched she felt. There was no doubt he was going to make her see stars, and though she might be waddling come morning, Yvonne didn’t want it any other way. 

Pressing soft, desperate kisses along the column of his neck, Yvonne moaned as she felt his hands slide over her ass, knowing he was getting ready to move. What she wasn’t prepared for was for him to stand up and start a slow, deep stroke that had her jaw on the floor in seconds. 

“Where’s your room, baby? Don’t wanna break your couch,” Ray murmured before his mouth found one of her nipples, sucking and nipping gently, a series of soft moans escaping him as he took a moment to enjoy how deep inside her he was. 

“Holy fuck, Ray! End of the hall!” Yvonne cried out, pointing frantically with one hand as she held onto his broad shoulders with her other. Though usually reserved in most areas of her life, Yvonne never held back when it came to being vocal with a partner, and as Ray began to walk, she couldn’t keep her moans from escaping if she tried. Each step was a thrust up with no pullout, Yvonne squeezing her legs around Ray’s hips to grind down as much as she could each time, the feeling mind-blowing. 

Her moans grew louder when, after a few purposely-small steps, Ray stopped dead in his tracks and began to bounce her on his cock, his own hips meeting hers with just as much momentum. Legs shaking from the intensity, all Yvonne could do was hold on and cry out his name, having never been taken the way Ray was taking her.

By the time they reached the bed, she couldn’t have told him what day of the week it was, and it wouldn’t have mattered because time stopped. Spreading her legs wide with two sweeps of his big hands, Ray found the perfect angle and set a demanding pace. It only took a few strokes for her to move from moans to squeals as each wet thrust hit her g-spot perfectly. Heat built low in her belly as Ray continued to ram into her core, Yvonne’s eyes rolling back in her head each time he bottomed out inside her. Reaching down, she held onto his ass, silently begging him to rut even harder, lost in her arousal and only able to focus on how good he was making her feel. 

“Fuck, Ray, just like that. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!” She called out when she finally found her words again, Yvonne’s eyes moving down to where they were joined, her desire growing even more as she watched him pump in and out of her. 

Ray switched the pace, slowing down and taking long, deep strokes as he found her lips again. Both of them moaning into the kiss, it was almost guaranteed that they were going to go all night, neither having to say it out loud to know it was true. Their eyes never lost contact as they came up for air, Ray unable to help himself as he kissed and sucked on her neck, bringing her hips up so that her bottom half was practically vertical. 

“You feel so fucking good, Evie. Can’t get enough,” he said through gritted teeth as he continued the same pace, Ray watching as his cock slid out wetter and wetter every time he pulled back to thrust. 

“Ray, please!” Yvonne begged, feeling like she was going out of her mind from everything he was making her feel. It wasn’t just a hookup and deep down they both knew it. It was far too intense for that, far too good to be just a one-night stand. 

“You close, baby? Gonna cum all over my cock?” Ray asked with a breathless grin, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back in hard, signaling another switch of the pace. 

Nodding feverishly, Yvonne stretched her arms over her head as she splayed her legs wide, ready for the rough pace she knew was coming. Ray didn’t disappoint, changing his position and letting some of his weight press her down into the mattress. The thrusts came hard, Ray rutting into her with all his power, his heavy sac smacking wetly against her ass, the sound only adding to the heat that threatened to overpower Yvonne. She thought about how thick his load would be, how much she’d have to take, and what a delicious mess round two would be. 

Gasping for air, Yvonne could only hold on tight as Ray rammed his cock against her cervix, making her see stars. Her whole body shaking, she couldn’t even find the strength to wrap her legs around him as she came. 

“RAY!!” She screamed, Yvonne pressing her face into the crook of his neck, her moans and whimpers muffled against his skin as he continued to thrust through her orgasm. She could feel Ray’s smile even as he moaned out his own pleasure, the tension in his muscles making it clear he was right behind her. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna--” his own voice cut to silence as Ray stilled his hips then jolted them hard into her as he began to cum. Yvonne couldn’t help but squeeze him close when she noticed his own body trembling, realizing that after ten years, the experience had to be even more intense for him. Cocooning him in her arms, she crossed her ankles at his lower back and let her hands sweep up and down his spine. Involuntarily still clenching around him, she milked Ray through every pump, Yvonne sharing in the desperate, deep kisses he offered as he worked through his orgasm. 

Bodies still twitching, they held each other in silence, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Before long, Yvonne felt her vision blur and with an embarrassed laugh, wiped her eyes. Ray’s own gaze softened as he kissed away the remnants of her tears, confused as to why she was crying. 

“I thought I was never gonna see you again. Thought something bad was gonna happen while you were in there and that I’d never get to see that smile one more time,” she explained, her lower lip trembling despite her own grin. 

Cupping her face, Ray blinked back his tears, realizing in that moment how much he meant to her, and how much him going away had probably hurt and scared her.

“I’m sorry. When we’re out there...We never think of the people back home, about how much we could be hurting them. I understand that now. I’m sorry, Evie.” He whispered, pressing a reverent kiss over her heart.

While Yvonne knew he meant the words, she also knew how hard it was to just step away from the life he’d chosen after coming back from war. The two sides of her mind were constantly at odds on the subject, but it was her heart that drowned out both arguments, speaking even louder now that she was in his arms. 

All that mattered was that he was here, he was free, and he was with her. 

[happyhourhijinks]

Continued from x

While the Leafeon had some fun showing off on top of him, Gold simply takes another sip of her provided potion and runs a hand along her bare hip, feeling the cool sensation slowly dull thanks to her potion’s effect. But once said drink was gone, Aestas would find his other hand groping at her chest, squeezing and massaging one of her breasts while the male’s arousal becomes apparent even beneath his half-removed clothing.

“If you were down for it, I would have expected you to say something. But now that we’re here...” If the ice queen wanted to strip him down fully in this private room, they had plenty of time to themselves!

@dimensionhumpinghybrids

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Lolair, Grusha's Weavile, finds Aestas just before she settles down to do something. 'I need to talk to you.' He's kept his silence a while now, but after seeing Grusha talk to Geeta recently, he needs to get something done about this.

It's breaking his trainer and forming an icy heart again. What sounds like worried 'Weavs!' to normal people is clear as day PokeSpeech to her as he tries to explain that Grusha's been threatened and so has the Valkyrie 'Empire'.

He hated betraying his trainer, or as he thought of it as, but he needed to do something... especially with Grusha having to take a call to Geeta yet again at this moment. '-- She's this region's Champion and she's keeping him like a caged bird! He doesn't want to rely on his family for everything but--' The Weavile is frantic the more he talks about it, and on the verge of tears. '-- Miss Aestas... please...' He is no ordinary Weavile. No, he's utterly loyal to his trainer and blames himself for not protecting him.

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Aestas paused and looked at Lolair, and she gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“Lolair.” Aestas said gently, calmly, but that calm tone hid a danger. A tempest of a storm that could come out and wrap around those in her sight and freeze them in place, and suffocate the air from their lungs from the cold alone.

“Please, tell me more. Calmly. Slowly.” She said, her voice dripping into a deadly calm that would send shivers down anyone’s spine.

“Tell me. Everything.” This was not a request.

It was an order.

@kokorowoutsu

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

"Why you so tall?" (Sergio to Aestas)

"Cause I am and its what you love there shortcake~" Aestas said in response and smirked.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

"In my sense, Grusha never had a father. He had Sires. No more." Aestas said with a distasteful tone in her voice, she didn't know the sires, she just knew that he had been abandoned as a babe, and when she had found him, she had saved him in the only way she knew. With magic and alchemy.

To that end, he was the boy she needed to take care if, and she was his mother.

As to why she never found a husband? Well that was her own reasoning. There were honestly not many that could either handle her due to cold, energy or her work as an alchemist and adventurer.

"I know I'm all hes had, and my family and I, well, we make due with what we have." She said resolutely.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Dave had seen the Lopunny fly away, his shield taking the initial blow, and breaking like fragile porcelain. But it had done its job, same with Solaris. It had protected him enough, Dave hoped, to get him to safety soon, and prevent any further damage.

Dave looked at the body of Aphobis as the others left.

Aestas, Bellum and Joseph all looked around. They hadn't had to do much, which to at least Joseph's and Aestas's relief, meant they hadn't had to go all out.

Bellum though, had wanted a fight.

"Aww, man." Bellum groaned. He shut off his axe, looking bummed out. "The damned snake died before I could do anything." He grumbled.

Dave gave a soft smile to Bellum. "Well, you couldn't fight, but I'll let you burn the body." Offered Dave.

That didn't mollify Bellum, but it allowed him to do something.

After magicking some oil, and creating a big enough divide with rocks and dirt, Bellum helped to dispose of the body. Creating a big bonfire.

Corpse disposal of a creature like this was so important, especially when one didn't know the consequences of not doing so would have an effect on the environment.

Dave watched with his kids as the body buried down to ash in its intense flames. Making sure every trace and bits of armor were thrown in as well.

Joseph looked at his father, now back to normal.

"Do you think that Zane will leave? Now that his quest is complete, he doesn't really need to stay. Do you think that we changed his world?" Joseph asked, wanting to hear his fathers thoughts on what had happened, and what it meant.

Dave was silent for a time. Looking into the flames as he thought.

"I don't know." He said finally.

"With this beast gone, it means that they have a chance to rebuild, but from what we can gleam of its words, others like it might still be loose in Zane's world. Zane might need to go back to clean up after Aphobis. With a good chunk of their Legendaries gone, they'll likely be reborn for the sake of that world. If not, its doomed to die." Dave stated truthfully.

"But they usually work out when the world is in imbalanced. And unlikely heroes arise in times of need."

Dave thought for a bit more, considering things. "But thats just a guess on my end." He said, noting how tense Bellum was just a bit away. He was likely listening and realising he might need to say goodbye to Zane. Again.

He still had so much buried in his heart, so much grief there. Hed be okay though, Dave knew. His boy was a strong kid.

Dave stayed there, watching the body turn to smouldering ash. And even after that, he made sure to wash away the evidence, and make sure no trace was found.

Why? Because a healthy bit of paranoia in this case, he felt was warranted.

After that, he abd his kids, left as well.

@unmeisenshi

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

How evil are they?

"That is untrue!" Joseph said indignant!

"Yeah that fits. I'm way less evil than Joseph." Desire said with a smirk.

Dave gave a shrug. He said nothing since he knew he'd done some stuff.

"Eeeh." Aestas said as she shrugged.

"Am I.. a bit evil?" Asked Ivy with a self conscious look.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

tag dump

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

"Well, I wasn't really surprised." Joseph said with a cheeky grin.

Bellum's answer is a middle finger to the RNG gods. Cause fuck 'em.

Aestas gives a sigh. "At least im one higher then Bellum." She said with a shrug.

Ivy is not here, there is only a bush. Yes, a bush. No Ivy here.

Juno gives a soft confused noise at the number, but gives a shrug. Not that he really cares. He has Syl!

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

Starter for @scattered-strands-rp

Aestas found herself to be what seemed to be a very cozy little place. A boardinghouse it seemed to be for adventurers or rescue teams. She was sitting at one of the smaller tables, with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was looking around with interest.

She was dressed in her more adventurous outfit, armor set over her features with a sort of jumper that covered her body. It at least helped to cover her frame and keep her protected. And it helped to hide her cold a good deal more, which she had to thank her father for.

Around her were her usual tools, her pistol was strapped in its holster, nice and snug and to her left so she could reach with her right. Her belt that served as her toolkit for her various wants and needs. And her side bag, emblazoned with the red cross that normally signaled to anyone of the medical profession. She may be an Alchemist by trait, but she was still a healer.

This place seemed to be bustling with activity and excitement. So of course, she sat back and simply enjoyed herself. Looking around, and sipping at her coffee.

She didn’t really expect anyone to come to her, that was at least until she saw movement at the corner of her eye, she thought maybe it might be someone asking for her help. Maybe, maybe not. Sometimes people came to her, asking for a job on something.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

“It sounds like a dragon needs to have some cold ice dumped down on their back.. Like a mountain.” Aestas observed, hearing the mention of some unsavory talking about genocide.

Aestas is not amused.

[dimensionhoppinghybrids]

"There is more to be then just words.

I'm more then just a title.

I am more then my prestige.

May my actions speak louder,

and my deeds tell my tale."