#trembling aspen

[yoga-onion]

Legends and myths about trees

Celtic beliefs in trees (21)

E for Eadha (Aspen) - September 21st Autumn Equinox

“Whispering tree, also known as Trembling tree  - Autumn Equinox of the Celtic Tree Calendar (Ref), when moving into darkness”

Star: Pluto, Mercury, Saturn: Gemstone: black opal,; Gender: female; Patron deity: Persephone, Hades; Symbol: listening, overcoming fear + courage, shield, light in the darkness

Aspen trees are all native to cold regions with cool summers, in the north of the northern hemisphere, extending south at high-altitude areas such as mountains or high plains.

The aspen is referred to as quaking aspen or trembling aspen because the leaves "quake" or tremble in the wind. This is due to their flattened petioles which reduce aerodynamic drag on the trunk and branches, so that they catch any slight breeze, making the leaves tremble, flutter and make a soft, rustling sound each time they do so. In autumn, the leaves turn bright yellow and sometimes red, and when they fade further and turn black, they fall off.

The ancient Celts believed that the wind was a messenger of the word of the gods and therefore considered anything that was in tune with the wind sacred. The same is true of the aspen tree. The aspen, which has the best ears of all trees, always rustled its leaves in response to the voice of the gods.

However, the aspen, with its close connection to death and the underworld, came to be regarded as a tree of misfortune. In earlier times, corpses and graves were counted with a cane made of aspen named fé, and people were terribly afraid of the calamities that would befall them if they were struck with this cane. The connection with the seasons, rest and rebirth was often overlooked, and many people, cowering in fear, heard only the abominable sound of aspen leaves rustling in the wind. However, the teachings of the aspen are about overcoming the fear of death, the fear of the unknown and fear itself. The aspen was called the 'shield tree' by the Irish Celts, and is said to have been their favourite tree for making shields. This was not only because aspens provided a reassuring shield, but also because they protected us from flinching in the face of the unknown, once we had taken their teachings to heart.

Incense made from aspens is burned continuously during Halloween (Celtic festival of Samhain). Halloween is the time of year when the distance between this world and the underworld is at its closest, and the period that ushers in the new year. Samhain is also the festival of the New Year, which takes place on November the 1st, the beginning of the year, but it is also the festival of the dead. It is believed that during nights between the end of the year and the beginning of the new year, the border with the other world disappears, the souls of the dead visit their relatives, and demons and evil spirits cause damage to crops and livestock.

Ancient Celtic cultures were known to carve turnips or potatoes and place embers inside to ward off evil spirits. That's because Ireland didn't have pumpkins. In England, large beets were used. When immigrants brought over their carving tradition, Americans began carving jack-o'-lanterns from pumpkins.

木にまつわる伝説・神話

ケルト人の樹木の信仰 (21)

EはEadha (ﾎﾟﾌﾟﾗ) - 9月21日・秋分の日　

『ささやきの木、震える木 〜 ケルトの木の暦（参照）・秋分、暗闇に移るとき』

星: 冥王星、水星、土星: 宝石: ブラック・オパール、; 性: 女性; 守護神: ベルセポネ、ハデス; シンボル: 聞くこと、恐怖の克服+勇気、楯、暗闇の中の光明

ポプラ (ｾｲﾖｳﾔﾏﾅﾗｼ‘山鳴らし’) の木はすべて、北半球の北部で夏が涼しく寒い地域に自生し、南は山や高原などの標高の高い地域に広がっている。

ポプラは、葉が風で「震える」ことから、山鳴らしと呼ばれている。これは、幹や枝の空気抵抗を減らすために葉柄が平らになっているためで、どんな微風もとらえ、その度に葉は震え、はためき、さらさらと柔らかな音を立てる。秋になると、葉は鮮やかな黄色に色づき、時には赤くなり、さらに色あせて黒くなると落葉する。

古代ケルト人は、風は神の言葉を伝える使者と信じていたため、風と同調するものは何でも神聖視していた。ポプラの木も同様だ。すべての木の中で最も優れた耳を持つポプラは、いつも神の声に応じて葉をそよがせていたのだ。

ところが、死や地下の国とつながりの深いポプラは、不幸を招く木とみなされるようになった。その昔、死体や墓はフェという名前の、ポプラでできた杖で数えられていたし、この杖で打たれると災難がふりかかると人々はひどく恐れていた。四季、安息、再生との関わりはしばしば見過ごしにされ、恐怖に身をすくませた多くの人たちは、風にそよぐポプラの葉音に忌まわしい声だけを聞き取った。しかし、ポプラの教えは、死の恐怖、未知なるものへの恐れ、そして恐怖心そのものを克服することにあるのだ。ポプラは、アイルランドのケルト人に「楯の木」と呼ばれ、彼らが楯をつくるのに最も好んだ木と言われている。それは、ポプラが単に心強い防具になっただけに留まらず、ひとたびポプラの教えを我がものとしたなら、未知なるものを前にしてもたじろがないように守ってくれたからに他ならない。

ハロウィン (ケルトのサウィン祭)の期間中、ポプラから作られたお香が焚かれ続ける。ハロウィンは、現世と冥界の距離が最も近くなる時期であり、新年を迎える期間でもある。サウィンは、1年の始まりである11月1日に行われる新年の祭りでもあるが、同時に死者の祭りでもある。年末から新年が始まるまでの夜は、あの世との境界がなくなり、死者の魂が親族を訪ね、悪魔や悪霊が農作物や家畜に被害を与えると信じられている。

古代ケルト文化圏では、悪霊を追い払うためにカブやジャガイモを刻んで中に燠火を入れていたことが知られている。アイルランドにはカボチャがなかったからだ。イギリスでは大きなビーツが使われた。移民がカボチャを彫る習慣を持ち込むと、アメリカ人はカボチャからジャック・オー・ランタンを彫るようになった。

[eveningward]

Aspens swaying in a strong breeze 💚

{July 2022 in Saskatchewan}

[delicatelysublimeforester]

Redefining Beauty: From Manicured Lawns to Afforestation Areas

[artmanutah]

Still Life Up A Tree - 2022.....Digital graphics

www.manfulldesign.com

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[thebotanicalarcade]

n220_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Histoire naturelle des végétaux: Paris,Librairie encyclopédique de Roret,1834-1848. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/47402675

[rubenovichoff]

doing field work for classical literary conflict man (me with knife and basket) vs nature (allied forces of the forest) and boy the prizes of war (basket-full of mushrooms, three apples and a stick with a lot of lichen) pale before the cruel losses my psyche suffers

[seabeck]

Trembling aspen, a rare find in the lowlands of Western WA

[buckets-and-trees]

Do You Remember

Fandom: MCU Title: Do You Remember Characters/Pairings: Minotaur!Bucky x Botanist!Female!Reader Word Count: 460

Summary: You belong to him.

Content Warnings: monster fucking, vaginal sex

Logistical Notes: For the @bucks-and-noble Summer Send Off event. Using lyrics from the song "September" by Earth, Wind and Fire for some of the thematic elements (bolded).

Additional Notes: Follow up to Sacrificial but just a moody smutty drabble that can be read without context.

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As tangible as your surroundings were – the dirt, the lush green jungle, the sounds of exotic birds whose song was now so familiar – the situation hardly seemed real, and your brain didn’t know what to make of your waking state. Dream or nightmare?

Many mornings you woke from golden dreams that bled into shiny days.

Some mornings you awoke troubled, and he was always too perceptive and knew. And he didn’t let you stay troubled if he could help it.

He was very clear that he wanted you happy and content. How could you not be? This is still what you wanted, what you signed up for. What did you lack? Nothing. Your contract was essentially being fulfilled. You had pledged to three years of research. You wanted for nothing in your lab for research. You had known it would be remote, had agreed to being cut off from the rest of the world due to your remote location in the Amazon.

That you were his and that it was clear you were not to leave – would never be able to leave, why would you want to leave, little lamb? – was not part of the agreement.

And when it was like this, your clothes torn off to the side, with your fingers digging into the dirt beneath your palms, on hands and knees, with his hulking form kneeling over you, his bare chest pressing against your naked back, and his thick cock pressing into your stretched and slick canal, your hips pressed back against him, it was hard to remember why you would want to leave.

“Yes, lamb, it doesn’t hurt, does it? You take my cock so beautifully now, make such pretty noises, and I can have you anywhere. Your body is so willing to take me. You were that first day, and you have been every day since.”

You whimpered helplessly. He was right.

As terrified as you had been when the figure of the minotaur had appeared to claim you as the village’s sacrifice, you had also easily become his. Your body craved him now.

It doesn’t matter that you’re naked being fucked by this half-man, half-beast in the rain forest. No one will find you. You’re certain of that.

One of his rough hands came to your chest and he groped your left breast before tweaking the nipple painfully. “You’re mine.”

“Yes,” you yipped. He knew how to ply your body and make you desperate for him, and that was more dangerous than his mere existence as the beast that he was.

Body trembling beneath him as he railed you in a state of nearly mindless pleasure, you couldn’t remember if you wanted this or not. Do you remember anything before this? Before him? Before this September? Was there anything before him? He’s giving you nearly everything. Do you remember? What else would there be to remember in comparison to this?

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Commentary/additional pieces on the Minotaur!Bucky saga:

"haunting thoughts" on THIS PIECE for the Dark Forest Fest

"haunting thoughts" on Sacrificial for the Dark Forest Fest

brief insight into what reader's life is like now

physical appearance of Minotaur!Bucky

easy and challenging parts of writing the fic

the writing of the story from concept to completion in one night

[arcielee]

dōna riña

Summary: You are enraptured by the prince and princess.  Paring: Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 2053 Warnings: Kissing, fingering, oral (female receiving). 18+, MINORS DNI. Author’s Note: Thank you to @aspen-carter​ for being my beta reader. Her stories are amazing, so go and enjoy her work! This is one of the poll options and it didn’t win, but I couldn’t help but write this anyway. I was inspired by @sapphire-writes​ (The Au Pair) pieces they have been working on and it literally would not leave my brain alone. Anyway, this is dedicated to @howyouloveyourdragon and @evattude for voting on this in that poll ♥ Italics are High Valyrian.  Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel 

The prince and the princess as newlyweds were insatiable, by all accounts.

The chamberlain of Dragonstone had advised to allow the space their unbound passion ceaselessly demanded, as their fervent dam broke and the outpour spilled into every corner, every crevice of the castle.

Rhaenyra had a shyness at first, with her cheeks pink from the salacious affection from her new husband and her whispered plea to take her to the marital bed, but Daemon would not be abated. The staff learned to recognize the lingering, lustful gaze of the Rogue Prince and would be quick to clear the room.  

While the others scurried away from the fire that bloomed between these two dragons, you could not help but be drawn to their flame, with an awe that radiated from your face whenever you caught sight of their fervor. You dared allow your eyes to dawdle past what was deemed appropriate for your station, just captivated by their beauty and mesmerized by their actions towards one another, the intimacy of their touch and the beauty of their old language that spilled from their lips in soft, honeyed tones. 

On this day, your steps were nimble towards their bedchamber with the clean bedclothes held against your chest. You had been informed that they were bathing, together of course, and it permitted a window of opportunity to tidy their quarters and change the linens. 

Inside the bedchamber, you saw the royal garments strewn across and the sheets bundled, with the musky scent of sweat and sex that was heavy in the air. You walked to draw the curtains aside, allowing the light and sea air to pass through; you then began to sort  the clothes and separate the ones that had been damaged with their removal and required mending and the ones that needed to be washed only. As you stripped the bed and gathered the soft silk, your eyes fluttered with the intoxicating smell of their lovemaking, and its potent smell made a warmth curl within your core. 

Gods, you sighed, setting the soiled linen on the velvet settee and began to place the fresh sheets. Your mind fluttered to another night when you had this same task and you had been late to come; your hands had trembled as you tried to tuck the corners, quickly, when the door had banged open. 

You had muffled a squeak, ducking behind the woven partition wall and peering carefully at the noise. 

It had been, of course, the prince and the princess, once again in an impassioned embrace and their lewd sounds filled the room; the suckling noises on the bare flesh from their ardent undressing. 

Your eyes widened as you watched them, your tongue wet your parted lips and you felt that same warmth, almost as ache to your core. You heard their hushed whispers exchanged between and your fingers began to trail your dress, dared to press over your clothed cunt and it caused the softest moan to spill. 

Everything stopped. 

The prince pulled away from Princess Rhaenyra, shirtless and flushed, with long strides to throw aside the partition and find you. You fell back, stumbling over the velvet stool and pressing yourself against the vanity. 

The fury etched on his brow lifted, aware that you were as white as his long tresses that spilled onto his shoulders. Behind him, you saw the princess move, who was still wearing her corset and shift, peering curiously. “What was she doing, husband?” She asked him in their foreign tongue.

“I believe we have a pervert amongst us,” he replied, a smirk on his lips. “I can smell her cunt from where I stand.”

You did not know what was being exchanged, you were only aware of the dark gaze of the prince in that moment; you fell forward, your knees bruising against the cobblestone. “My prince, my princess, forgive me,” you cried. “I was only changing the sheets and you…you startled me…and I…”

“Stop scaring her,” and the princess pressed from the bed, coming to your side with purposeful steps. “You may leave us,” she said to you, her voice sweet. 

Your eyes strained to focus on her, aware of how her nipples pebbled beneath her chemise; you focused on her blonde lashes, so light they seemed a golden halo around her lavender eyes that keenly watched your reaction. “Thank you, your grace,” you whispered and you were quick to leave. 

The days passed and reprimand never came from the chamberlain. You did not speak a word about the encounter, remaining dutiful to finish your chores assigned and trying to ease the small hitch of panic in your chest as you finished their bed. Your hands fluffed the feather pillows and your fingers traced the sheets, stopping at the edge to gather the old sheets and, before you could stop yourself, took a deep inhale of them.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

You jumped, the flutter of silk around you as you brought your arms sharp to your sides. You turned towards the voice and saw Prince Daemon Targaryen leaned against the doorframe, a smirk to his lips. 

You curtsy, your head bowed and your eyes bore into the silk spill on the cobblestone, unwilling to make eye contact. “My prince, forgive me,” you stammered for words, “I was only changing the sheets and I will be on my way-” 

“Must you frighten every handmaiden in Dragonstone?”

You had to look up, dared to turn towards the musical tone of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her silver curls were still damp at their ends, the wetness made them seem almost golden, and her skin was flushed pink, she was wearing only a chemise and no corset. Freshly washed, perhaps waiting for another one of the girls to help her dress but you knew they would not come unless summoned, unwillingly to disrupt them. 

“My princess,” you rasped.

“I believe this is the same handmaiden as before,” the prince responded and you saw how she tilted her head towards her husband, the curl of her pink lips to whatever he was saying to her. “I can smell her cunt from where I stand.”

The focus returned to you and you felt the burn in your cheeks from her gaze. “Indeed,” she murmured and began to walk towards you. 

You held your ground, eyes wide and forced yourself to swallow, but your throat was desperately dry. As she came closer, you cast your eyes downward and enjoyed the floral scent that wafted with her queenly presence. She leaned forward, her arms crossed behind her back and catching your eyes with her own lavender ones, with the same sweet or mischievous smile splayed on her face. “My dear girl,” her voice was low and sultry, her lilt clenched at your core. “You seem so very devoted to your queen to-be, is this correct?” 

You nodded your head quickly.

“And you would serve your queen however she requested?” 

“Of course,” you breathed, straightening to look at her. 

She hummed and pressed closer still, the warmth radiated from her and seemed to meld with the passion that churned in your lower abdomen. “Then allow me to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened still, your lips parted with shock and she gently cupped the back of your head, tilting her head and bringing her lips to touch yours. Her lips were soft and your hands trembled before they rested on her hips, your soft moan allowed her tongue to curl against your own with a languid pace to savor your taste. 

She pulled back and peered past you, only then did you remember that Prince Daemon was still present. You looked back at him, your pupils blown and your lips red, and he returned your gaze with a steely one, a fire burning behind his eyes as he moved towards you. 

The princess slipped her hand into your own, pulling you towards the bed you had just made and stopped to cup your cheeks, bringing your lips to hers again. 

You were bolder with your touch, one arm curling around her waist and pulling her closer against you, your other hand grabbed the back of her neck and your fingernails were gentle to scratch her skin. She almost purred in your mouth, her tongue running along your bottom lip before she nipped into it and broke away again.

You saw that the prince was laid across the bed and the princess pressed another quick kiss to your lips. “You may leave now and without any ill will,” she offered you an escape. “Or you may stay and serve your liege.”  

Your hands moved to untie your apron and the cotton fell to the floor; the princess smiled and helped with your laces until you both wore only your chemise, hers was silk and yours was cotton. 

She guided you to lay on the bed, until your back was pressed against Daemon, his bare chest warm on your backside, and you watched as Rhaenyra crawled onto the bed and towards you.

Your heart was aflutter from the soft touch of her hands on your thighs, her gentle nudge to spread your legs and you obliged her. There was a shiver of pleasure as her fingers traced the insides of your legs and you felt a shift behind you, the prince’s large hand grabbing the fabric and rucking it around your hips. 

The princess looked up through her lashes at you, her fingers slipping into your smallclothes and pulling them down; you lifted your hips so she could remove them, her exhale a tickle on your wet cunt. She watched you carefully for a moment and your own breath caught in your throat when she dipped forward, the touch of her tongue bloomed the blood to your cunt. 

You mewled pitiful from the sensation of her hot mouth, how it caused a blossom of pleasure that pulsated from your center and flittered to the ends of your begin, rushing back with each lap of her tongue. 

“She likes it,” the prince spoke, his low baritone reverberating against your back.

She stopped a moment, perhaps to respond but instead you leaned forward, capturing her mouth with your own with the desire to taste yourself on her lips. Her kiss was soft and warm, and her tongue gently flit across your upper life. “Lay back,” she breathed against your mouth and you felt the thick arm of the prince snake around your waist and pulled you back against him.

You gasped as she dipped forward again, her mouth pressing on the top of your slick folds; her quickened motion of her tongue against your pearl made you moan louder, your back arching against the prince. 

He hummed and his hold on your waist relaxed; the princess peered up towards him once more. “Will you help me, husband?”

You felt the warmth of his palm press against your stomach and move to rest above the patch of your pubic curls, his fingers traced your slit and then pressed against your nub. You jumped from his touch and his chin rested on your shoulder, his warm breath tickled your ear. 

Her hands gripped into the softness of your thigh to hold you still and you felt the sinful curl of her finger within you. 

Your cries grow wanton and she added a second finger to the sensual tactician against the sweet spot within you. “Do you like this, sweet girl?” She breathed into your cunt. 

“Y-yes, my princess,” you stammered.

The prince stopped his ministrations and brought his fingers as a sharp slap against your clit. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain. “That is your queen.”

“Yes, my queen,” you corrected yourself, tears brimming the corners of your eyes. “Forgive me, my queen…” 

Your words trailed off as the first wave of pleasure began to crest, the simultaneous actions of both the prince and the princess brought your climax with a fury that drew the breath from your lungs, an anguished cry with your release. Your gaze fell towards the princess, who withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips; you were enchanted by her perfect pink tongue that curled around her digits. 

She smiled at you, still sweet, still mischievous, and all she said is, “Good girl.”

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hii, I adore your works:) you're the only person I've found that writes for lords of chaos and doesn't JUST write for Euronymous. I was wondering if you could write for Dead/Pelle again? Nsfw would be nice but it doesn't have to be. There just isn't enough content for him:(

My cold and heat

warning : kissing, making out, some biting and hickeys

Part.2

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Info : Hii thanks for the kind words I'm glad you enjoy it so much. Yeah there is no much content for Lords of Chaos in generel (beside my blog and a few others) but I think it's because the movie is in (my opinion) in a morally grey zone where it's difficult to write for such a thing that is based on a tragedy that happened in real life.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°A chilly night hung over the old hut that Euronymous and Dead had bought. Especially in the cool winter months it was cold and cold was an understatement. It was as cold as death in a graveyard without warmth or life.

°Dead and his girlfriend sat together on the old holey couch downstairs in the living room. Tending the house while Euronymous drove all over Norway looking for and buying an electric heater. While the two of them stayed here to make sure no one broke in, even though the likelihood of someone breaking into such a ramshackle place was completely unlikely.

°The old TV that flickered every now and then had seen better days, but the horror movie was still on, which was the main thing. As long as they had something to concentrate on to ignore the shaking. ,,Like aspen leaves, dead aspen leaves in the wind" she heard him murmur as they leaned against Dead under the covers together. She felt him take one of her trembling hands and bring it to his lips.

°,,Cold as death" he murmured she didn't know if he meant her or himself because they were both cold. But especially Dead was almost always cold not that she minded but in such situations it was rather inappropriate. She smiled lightly as she felt him spreading soft kisses on her fingers. She tried to warm in his way and give her life. To give her his life, which he did not want.

°,,Give me the warmth of life?" she asked, looking over at him from the television. A few of the blond strands had fallen into his face, his bright blue eyes went to her briefly before he nodded slightly. He was completely lost in his world but she didn't mind. She liked it when he loved her, it was an experience that reflected him.

°Instead, she moved closer to him as far as she could without crossing a line that made him pull away. Before he took her other hand and kissed the fingers as well, kissing his way up her arm before she slowly let herself fall back onto the couch. The old feather creaked as the two slowly repositioned themselves. But he did not retreat, seeming to have lost himself in her life.

°As he claimed her neck and lightly bit the aorta causing her to startle. ,,Warm blood" he mumbled as she felt him move his free hand over her torso. Lightly massaging her breasts and listening to the sounds she made more and more. She knew he was leaving dark marks on her neck, his blue eyes showed fascination and it excited him.

°,,My death," she murmured before he wrapped her in a kiss and took the excited sounds with him. He brought her death and she brought him life as he let his hand wander further from her breasts. His fingers slowly stroked the soft skin of her thighs before he came closer to her centre. His lips set against her collarbone as he pushed the top slightly aside and let his lips roam over her torso. Leaving kisses, bites and marks before he kissed his way down to her centre.

°There were only a few moments left, a few moments before they both got what they wanted when suddenly the door slammed open and banged against the wood. ,,I'm back!" Euronymous shouted, triumphantly holding up an electric heater before slamming the door and looking at the two of them, hostile and yet quite perplexed.

°,,The sex and the cold death can wait first warm up and then you finish your session while I wash my eyes out" he said and pushed himself between the two before he plugged in the heater and sighed. Warmth was still the best remedy against the cold, except of course for sex.

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@mayhem-things , @icarus-star

[rookthorne]

A very horny Monday to you!

If you had to choose and thoroughly enjoy one of your men, would you pick... incubus Bucky or Viking Bucky? 😈

I see what you and Aspen are up to…

Alright, I can do this twice. I can do it. You won’t dissuade me. 

I will not choose, because I am imagining them at the same time and I am turning feral, but for the benefit of everyone else… some smutty goodness and praise kink is under this cut… 🥵😈

Incubus!Bucky is so fucking sensual and attentive. There isn’t a second that goes by that he does not prioritise your pleasure over his – it’s the beauty of being a sex demon and a pleasure dom. Getting you to climax and scream for him over and over is his foreplay, and only when you lay there under him, or on top (your choice), trembling and unable to speak, would he use his magic to help you last for him to coat your cunt in his seed. 

Then it comes to afterwards – aftershocks would keep you limp and sated where you lay, and if you were so inclined by a prior discussion (we stan a man that respects consent), would he let you lay there while he used you, fucking your pussy over and over, filling you up with load after load. 

His whispers and praises of, “Such a good girl for daddy, Angel, fuckin’ look at how good your pussy takes me,” and then, “Bet you feel real full now, honey. Don’t you worry that pretty head, daddy’s not done fuckin’ you, and he will make room.”

Those words would make your eyes roll back into your head, leaving only whites behind as you shuddered through another orgasm, unable to recount just what number you were at. He would chuckle darkly and kiss your sweaty temple, and he wouldn’t stop fucking you until the sun came up. 

Viking!Bucky… He is a man in his own category. The sheer size of the viking was something that made you salivate and whimper during your slumber, and he would take full advantage of that. 

More often than not, he would prefer you in his lap so his hands could rest on your waist, guiding you down to take his cock inch by inch while peppering your face and neck with soft kisses. 

The praise that that man would whisper made your insides flip, too – “Taking me so well, little one, look at that. Keep going, Mouse, take it,” and, “You are so tight, svass. Fuck. Take all of me, such a good girl.” 

When Bucky had turned feral with lust after a battle, he would have little care for the positioning, and you would find yourself beneath the mountain of a man and laying on top of his bear and wolf skin cloak. Each thrust would force you up a few inches on the cloak, and he would take, take, and take from you. 

There was very little that you wouldn’t give your Bear, and with the way he would make you cry out from pleasure when he went feral made you consider angering the warrior yourself – especially if you ended up like that, beneath him as he grunted and growled over how tight you were on his cock.

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓜𝔂 𝓝𝓮𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓲

Jake Sully x Avatar Reader x Tsu'tey

A/N: After I shared the question and saw the quick and positive response I got, I decided to write something with both Jake Sully and Tsu'tey.

I hope it will be pleasant to readt and all of you will enjoy it. English is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may or will appear.  

Also the work contains smut, so minors do not interact.

*Due to technical reasons, the work has been posted again

They were like flames to her. Both equally glaring and hot, burning her soul and heart every time their skin touched hers. But she couldn't tell them no.

They made her addicted. So much that she couldn't live, breathe or function without them.

And she made them just as addicted. She made them forget about the world around them. She was the only one they needed ,like lungs needed air ,like a baby needed its mother. She became the bane of their existence and the object of all their desires.

-Ma paskalin - Tsu'tey murmured into her ear, waking her up from her thoughts - Don't go far with your mind, you must stay here with us - he said, gliding his long fingers over her swollen clitoris.

The woman moaned at the feather-like feel of his fingertips, trembling involuntarily, unable to control her body being at the mercy of two men who gave her as much pleasure as they took from her.

Looking down through half-open eyelids, she could see Jake , who was not listening to their exchange, being too busy devouring her womanhood like he was starving. Licking her, kissing her, and sometimes running his fangs over her labia, making her quiver like an aspen, turning him on even more. So much more that his hands tightened on her firm thighs, leaving traces of his big, strong hands behind them.

-I…I - she tried to form a sentence, but the words tumbled in her mouth with every second the man between her legs slipped the tip of his tongue into her hot center, growling softly at the taste of her on his lips.

All the attention that was accumulated on her femininity overwhelmed her so much that the image in front of her eyes began to blur and before she could react in any way, her inner thighs tightened on the avatar's head and Tsu'tey's fingers, thus stopping both of their movements, and a large amount of sweet liquid gushed from her, adorning the two men, much to their delight.

Her eyes were closed, and the whole weight of her body rested on the black-haired man behind her, who held her in his arms in a strong, steady grip, wanting to never let her go.

-So sweet…always so sweet - Sully murmured, kissing her sweat-damp skin, marking her body with tiny bites and sucking marks on her soft skin - I need to feel you on me, baby.

But before he could fulfill his tempting promise, Tsu'tey buried her even more in his embrace, hissing lowly.

-You had her, now you will wait - he said, looking hard into the avatar's eyes, clasping his hands on the young woman's belly - She's mine, just like she's yours. Do not forget that.

Both men stared at each other intensely, neither wanted to back down.

-Please - Y/n suddenly whispered, her hand lazily stroking Jake's shoulder - I'll let you both take me however you want, as long as you want. But I can't wait…I can't - she whimpered, her hips moving desperately.

It was hard to settle with such stubborn people as both her lovers were. But there was one thing that could break their conflict in seconds.

She. Her tears and begging to take her body was enough, especially when she herself was ambrosia for both of them.

Avatar in front of her growled softly in an act of annoyance. Pulling away from the woman, he allowed Tsu'tey to place her in a kneeling position, still securing her limp body. His hands roamed her naked body, leaving goosebumps behind, while Y/n's head was still on his shoulder, absorbing every touch, every brush of lips, every whisper.

Man was extraordinarily gentle ,savoring the moment. His slender fingers were rubbing her puffy folds that were still very sensitive from the earlier orgasm. He could slip easily into her hot tight canal, her arousal was spilling from her insides, straight to his fingertips.

-Ma yawne, you are so beautiful, so soft - he complimented her, stroking her hips, sometimes touching her thighs - How do you want me syulang? - he asked, placing wet kisses in the hollow of her neck.

-Inside - she replied breathlessly - I want you inside, Tsu'tey - she announced, looking at him with eyes clouded with lust.

-Whatever you want - he replied, sliding into her slowly, almost agonizingly slowly.

Y/n moaned loudly as she felt the delicious stretching of her walls caused by her lover's member filling her to the brim.

Jake watched her facial expression closely. The way her eyebrows furrowed, the way her eyes squeezed tight, the way her mouth formed an o-shape. Her hands tried to find a place, grabbing at Tsu'tey's hips or legs, tightening her fingers on his skin, sometimes scratching him with her nails when the pleasure seemed too much for her.

The bulge on her belly was visible from a distance, a beautiful sight for Jake's yellow eyes as he stared at her like a predator, getting closer and closer every second until his hand was able to reach the nape of her neck, pulling her into a deep, sensual kiss. Their tongues met, drowning out the moans and whimpers that had left the woman's lips moments ago, but Tsu'tey was quick to pull her away, tasting her full ,kissable lips himself. Unable to resist, sending the man a challenging look that disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

But the avatar saw it anyway, hissing under his breath.

He fought with himself. All he wanted to do was snatch her from the man's embrace to take her for himself. He tried to hold back. But even so, his hands began to roam, stopping at her round breasts, which he began to massage and knead. His thumbs were gliding over her nipples, knowing exactly how sensitive they were.

Y/n broke the kiss, feeling the overwhelming feeling return with double strength. Member that hit her cervix and lips that marked her chest with wet kisses , it all seemed to have too much of an effect on her.

-Ma paskalin…I can feel how much your body wants release - Tsu'tey whispered in her ear in a warm and tender voice, even though his loins were moving in such a powerful and precise way, hitting all the right places - Go on, cum for me. I need to feel it.

As if on command, the young woman came with a loud moan. Her thighs trembled intensely, and the substance flowed out of her womanhood again, soaking their lower abdomen, part of both men's legs and the ground beneath her.

Her breath was ragged and her eyes clouded, staring at the sky above her. She couldn't wake up from her state of pleasure, once again putting all the weight of her tiny body on the man behind her.

However her peace did not last long.

Jake immediately grabbed her in his arms, laying her on all fours. Y/n moaned softly, feeling an unexpected emptiness and a sticky substance on the inside of her thighs that began to flow from her insides, but before she could do anything about it, Sully entered her in one brutal movement, filling her so much that the woman was sure that he was in her belly.

The movement of his hips was rough and hard, filling her so deeply that with each stroke of his pelvis, that all she had left to do was drop to the ground beneath her, allowing him to use her however he wanted.

Various sounds fell out of her mouth, interrupted from time to time by the dark-haired woman's attempt to say his name, but to no avail.

-Good girl , allowing me to use her as much as I want - man growled in her ear, massaging her bum, sometimes catching her tail, which was vibrating with every move he made - I'll fill you up, would you like that baby?

Y/n just let out a broken cry, closing her eyes as tears began to flow from the amount of pleasure filling her body.

Tsu'tey grabbed her body, letting her lie on top of him as Jake used her, tearing her insides apart, his mouth marking her neck, biting and kissing her.

-Tsu…tey…please kiss me - she moaned, looking at him imploringly.

Without a word, the Na'vi pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, stroking her cheeks as her lover behind her assaulted her abused wet and hot walls, growling shamelessly into her ear like a hungry animal.

-Give me a kiss too, baby - Jake said, catching her jaw lazily to guide her in his direction -Good girl - he said as she opened her mouth, inviting him.

Suddenly, a third orgasm hit her, causing her to see the stars, nearly passing out.

The man was still moving, wanting to feel the feeling of the wet, hot, tight canal as long as possible before he filled her completely. So much so that the white substance began to escape from her while he was still inside her.

Y/n moaned softly, feeling the sudden warmth that poured out of her, directly between her asscheecks. Holding the necks of both lovers, she pulled them to herself, snuggling into their larger bodies, which covered her form completely.

Her mind was blank, her muscles limp as if they didn't exist, her heart was pounding against her ribs, and the accumulated sweat began to run lazily down her body.

-I'll let you both take me however you want, as long as you want - Jake whispered into her ear, which made her frown looking at him in an act of silent question - Did you think it was over? - he asked her, stroking her cheek.

-Oh, ma beautiful yawne - Tsu'tey murmured, almost whispering into her ear, kissing its petal gently - This is just the beginning.



*paskalin - honey

yawne - beloved

syulang - flower

[thewitchesbrewletter]

I belong to the mountains,

to the raging streams and quite lakes.

My soul soars on the wind,

as it tears through the snow capped peaks.

I am home with meadows,

dancing in a summer breeze

laughter in the shaking and trembling

of the aspen leaves.

– Maggy Jennings

(Picture & Poem Credits – Pinterest)

[aisling-saoirse]

Quaking Aspen - Populus tremuloides

Today I want to bring up a charismatic favorite: the Quaking Aspen. Like all populus species, it's a fast growing, clonal colony forming, northern extreme and mountain loving tree (just like its Eurasian sister species: A. tremula) with an incredibly wide range of distribution. In addition to all those interesting qualities, the oldest known organism is presumed to be a Quaking Aspen colony (Pando, in Utah)

General identification before I can talk about the more interesting bits, Aspens are best known for their yellow autumn leaves and smooth white bark with dark knots, they can grow as large as 60' but depending on their environment can be stunted to around 5-20' (think of krummholz). Leaves of this species appear slightly heart shaped and retain the same sheen on both sides (image 1). Plants are unisexual meaning individuals either have male or female flowers, interestingly enough this is a good method to distinguish where one colony begins and ends by looking at the color of the branches in spring (see image from Colorado below, note trees with light green and those without). Emerging catkins are white at first which become green and longer as the season changes, male catkins having slightly longer stamen but female fruiting catkins ultimately growing longest at 10 cm. Seeds are small capsules with silky hairs to assist in wind dispersion, these trees are ruderal so they produce around 1.6 Million a season with many unable to germinate. Seedlings often need consistent moisture and full sun to even germinate, most of the seeds growth goes to root structure the first year.

The name Quaking Aspen (or trembling per the Latin) refers to the extremely mobile habit of the leaf. Leaves are connected to flexible petioles (stems) which flip around in the slightest breeze. Environmentally speaking, I was once told that leaves have chlorophyll on both sides however this stem could also be a biological strategy to cope with harsh wind conditions in mountainous environments, I didn't encounter any recent research verifying this though. Interestingly enough, given the harsh nature of which this tree thrives, apparently, there is chlorophyll in its trunk, allowing extra energy to enter the tree when it's leaves are gone.

Quaking Aspen is an early succession species, able to reestablish/colonize a site after a fire or other major disturbance. Many of Upstate New York's famous Aspen forests are actually a result of logging and fires in the early 1900s rather than a typical forest compostion. Establishment is different depending on opportunity, in the west its often long lived clonal roots systems, in the high arctic its often through wind blown seed, in the east its generally short lived clones out-competed by hardwood/conifer forest after a century, and in its furthest southeastern range I typically only encounter individuals on rocky outcrops or former fields.

Above ground trees usually live less than a century, in the east maybe 50-80 years given our moisture, out west individual trunks can live two centuries. It's common to find dense forests with even-age trees since clonal root structures re-emerge together (Image above from Bluebell Knoll Mountain in Utah). Its also thought that the root system can live for two millenia or longer, Pando being an example of extreme longevity (I mean 40,000 years would survive an ice age, even in Utah there would be mountain glaciation, thats quite spectacular if true). Ironically, one of the best survival tools in the Aspen's playback is fire recovery, otherwise it will get out-competed/shaded pretty fast (see the context in image 2, that NJ forest used to have lots of aspen).

All this in mind its good to point out that Aspen's early successional habit makes it great for ecological restoration. It's common to find them as the first pioneers on former mines or superfund sites (aspen grove below from Palmerton gap, Pennsylvania). Unfortunately one of the negative side affects is that populus species often bring up a lot of heavy metals in their leaves and wood meaning they can re-contaminate through their own biological accumulation. Which is good for extracting small scale contaiminants...very bad for large sites where you need to trap metal under soil to prevent toxins from eroding offsite

All this being said Quaking Aspen's large geographic range mirrors that of the last glacial maximum, implying a rapid spread onto retreating glaciers. This also suggests a growth habit requiring wet or moist soil conditions. This range is North West to Alaska nearly touching the Arctic Ocean at its Northern-most range in the Yukon, then east to Newfoundland; south west to Mexico (usually restricted to high mountains) and east from Iowa to New Jersey (with scattered populations in West Virginia).

Since Aspen often colonizes sites of former glaciation, with climate change it's predicted there will be a northward and uphill progression of populations. Aspen isn't really in intense danger of dissappearing but studies have shown major stressors (draught, extreme heat, over-grazing) cause higher mass-mortality events from minor stressors (typically disease and insect herbivorey). Given the fact that many forests are clonal there was a question of low genetic diversity amoung populations, yet interestingly, individuals undergo somatic mutations (DNA alterations after conception) and are extremely variable, so different individuals often place different energies into different defense tactics.

In addition to all of this information Aspens are primarily used today to make paper pulp. Historically settlers used aspen to derive quinine (think gin and tonic), and indigenous tribes have a history of using big trunks to create dug out canoes.

So please go out to your nearest mountain/boreal forest to enjoy the Quaking Aspen's lovely smooth bark and haunting shaking in the wind!

[honeyngarters]

douglas fir and trembling aspen | reupload