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Capturing Serenity: The Visual Majesty of Lake Tahoe

Lake Tahoe, nestled in the Sierra Nevada mountains, has long been a source of inspiration for nature lovers and photographers alike. The lake’s crystal-clear waters and surrounding forest landscapes offer a perfect canvas for capturing nature’s beauty. This article explores the significance of Lake Tahoe photography and Pictures of Lake Tahoe, revealing how these visual treasures not only enhance our appreciation of natural beauty but also play a crucial role in environmental conservation.

The Art of Lake Tahoe Photography

Lake Tahoe photography is about more than just taking pictures; it’s about capturing the essence of one of the world’s most breathtaking landscapes. Photographers, both amateur and professional, are drawn to Lake Tahoe’s diverse scenery—from its snowy peaks in the winter to the vibrant blue waters in the summer. This form of photography not only showcases the lake’s seasonal transformations but also highlights the delicate balance of its ecosystem, encouraging efforts towards its preservation.

Evolving Techniques in Landscape Photography

Advancements in photographic technology have revolutionized how landscapes are captured, allowing for more profound and vibrant expressions of nature. Today’s photographers have a myriad of tools at their disposal, from high-resolution cameras to drones, which offer expansive aerial views and unique perspectives of Lake Tahoe. These technologies enable a deeper exploration of the lake’s vast and varied terrain, providing viewers with a more immersive experience of this natural wonder.

The Role of Photography in Conservation

Photography has a powerful role in conservation efforts by documenting the changing landscapes and raising awareness about the need for environmental protection. Through compelling images, photographers can influence public perception and foster a sense of responsibility towards natural habitats like Lake Tahoe. By presenting the beauty and the fragility of these areas, Lake Tahoe photography serves as a visual advocacy tool for preserving such irreplaceable treasures.

The Global Reach of Pictures of Lake Tahoe

Pictures of Lake Tahoe have a universal appeal that transcends geographical boundaries. These images allow people from around the world to experience Lake Tahoe’s majestic beauty without ever visiting, sparking global interest and appreciation. The distribution of these pictures through various media channels broadens the understanding and appreciation of natural landscapes, promoting a global culture of environmental respect and stewardship.

Conclusion

The journey through Lake Tahoe photography and the widespread admiration for Pictures of Lake Tahoe highlights the profound impact that visual art has on the conservation and appreciation of natural landscapes. These images not only bring joy and beauty into our lives but also play a crucial role in promoting the sustainability of such enchanting environments. For those interested in viewing or purchasing stunning visuals of Lake Tahoe, please visit billstevensonphotography.com to explore a collection that captures the essence of this iconic destination. Through ongoing photographic endeavors, the legacy of Lake Tahoe will continue to inspire and remind us of the importance of protecting our planet’s natural wonders.

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Lake Tahoe in Black and White

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Hii I hope you’re having a good day/night,

I was thinking could you do some hcs/fic/whatever you see best fit with Spencer Reid and a male (or ng) model reader? I think that would be pretty funny ahahha

Btw love how you write! <3

thank you so much! i hope you enjoy :)

spencer reid x gn model!reader hcs :)

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Ok so I’m personally thinking like early seasons Spencer…

So backstory:

so you two meet at something really random, like you’re picking up your friend from their lecture and he’s just there giving the lecture with Gideon or something.

You actually laugh at his jokes (bc ur not just a pretty face, duh) and you kinda catch his eye

You lowkey corner him… but it’s for a good cause and he reciprocates immediately!!!

You two go out on a few dates and then ur dating!!! :)))))))))))

The team has no clue you two are going out together until you post a picture and Penelope (who obviously follows you already) notices a certain person in the reflection…

The teasing NEVER ENDS. Morgan will not let it go. 

Ultimately they’re all happy Spencer has someone. 

So real hcs

Spencer and you obvi don’t get to spend so much time together since you’re always away on shoots and he’s on cases. 

But when you do spend time together he’s like the most cuddly, cute thing ever :(

He’s always just reading things from his memory as you two just cook or like, sit together.

He’s smiling whenever you hug or kiss him because he just can’t believe you're his!

He ALWAYS has his hands on you when you’re together. 

He has a certain paparazzo that he’s named his personal enemy no.1 because he’s a douche who’s constantly trying to take pictures of you at bad angles.

He obviously despises the paparazzi with a passion, especially one particular photo of the two of you kissing after a night out (aka Morgan printed it out 100 times and posted it all around the Quantico building)

As your relationship progresses (aka you get engaged!) He goes to more and more events with you and he looks so handsome in his suits !

He asked you to marry him in the sweetest way possible. It was like dusk during the winter and you were hiding from the world in your small cottage holiday home in Lake Tahoe. He just got down on one knee and asked, you both cried.

He is your personal hype man, like he loves anything you wear.

You’re just so perfect in his eyes! He loves you so much 🥰

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also i love this idea so much, i might turn it into a series... ?

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navigation for my blog :)

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@sgnjreltwo4i2p3oqer98765oiuhyg submitted: Hello, can you help ID this sweet little thing? It was in the Sierra Nevadas, between Lake Tahoe and Yosemite. Sadly I couldn't get a closer picture

Hey...how in the world do you remember your url? Lol. Anyhoo your friend here is a beeeeeaauuuuutiful sagebrush sheep moth, Hemileuca hera.

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it's a hard trip to make even for folks here in the States but do yourself a favor and look up some pictures of/info about my birthplace: Lake Tahoe. it might be my favorite place I've ever been. absolutely fascinating environment and just stunningly gorgeous.

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What an absolutely beautiful lake.

So large that it curves from the curvature of the Earth! So large it's the second deepest lake in the US! A wonderful place to be greatly appreciated, for sure.

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At first I was like ‘Palex roadtrip fic’ as a joke, but bro, I don’t think it’s a joke anymore.

Alex driving for the first stint, one hand on the wheel the other on Pato’s thigh. They leave before the suns even up so he’s chugging coffee and playing classic rock at like the minimum volume while Pato sleeps in the passengers seat.

Pato brought that giant ikea shark plush with him, he’s using it as a pillow.

They’ve made a collaborative playlist, but they’ve both limited the amount of Taylor Swift and Creed that can be on there.

“How many Taylor songs? Whats my limit?” “Ideally none.” “Awe, come on Rossi, loosen up.” “Ten.”

(They both jam to You Belong with Me, despite what Alex would tell you)

Windows rolled down, music blasting once Pato wakes up, because Alex is trying to stay awake. Pato keeps saying they can switch but Alex is determined to make it to the next time they have to stop for gas.

Both of them singing along to early 2000s hits at the top of their lungs, Alex smiling so wide his eyes crinkle with it. Pato stops singing at one point just to watch him.

When they get snacks, Pato immediately grabs sour gummy worms. Alex keeps stealing them throughout the drive, Pato keeps having to bat his hand away from the bag.

“You should have gotten your own!” “Why? Yours are right here.”

They get a flat tire at one point and Pato documents the whole thing, taking photos because 1. Alex looks really hot when he’s trying to get the tire off the Tahoe, veins prominent, muscles straining, it needs to be documented and 2. Because it annoys Alex.

“Will you help me?” He grunts, while Pato takes another photo. Pato laughing, but eventually going to help.

Alex’s favorite parts of the drive are when they go through heavily wooded areas. When there’s just green flying by the window and he can feel cocooned in it, isolated by the trees and the winding road that’s decently vacant.

Pato’s favorite bits are the large bodies of water, when they drive along the coast or when they go over a lake. He rolls down his window for those moments, especially when they’re near the beach and he can smell the salty air.

Alex likes watching him in those moments because when he closes his eyes and breathes deep he looks calm, happy.

Holding hands and kisses over the center console!

Lunch being fast food and drive-thrus, throwing fries at each other when the other isn’t looking. Alex having to meticulously search the car when they stop to make sure he gets all the food that’s fallen to the floorboard out because, “this is a rental, baby. And I don’t want it to smell like McDonald’s the whole time.”

Stopping at scenic overlooks because they need to stretch their legs, but also because Pato wants to get pictures of them. Alex pretends to hate it, but he actually saves all the photos in a folder on his phone later, looks at them when he and Pato are separated by work duties or family stuff.

Yeah…Palex road trip.

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"The air is the air. What can be done?"

We all know that Kirk had trouble with the thin air in Amok Time, but can we discuss the altitude?

If you have ever been to a high altitude location like Lake Tahoe, you know it can take days to adjust. In the meantime, a human might be sucking air while doing tasks and activities that would pose no challenge at all at sea level. It's also dry. They get nosebleeds.

As we look at this picture from the episode, two things are obvious: firstly, that the place the Kal-if-fee took place is at a much greater altitude than the city see below (presumably ShiKar), and two, that the atmosphere makes the city below hazy in the distance.

The atmosphere is either highly polluted, or there's a ton of water in the air. Or sand, I guess.

The balance of gravity and velocity is what gives a planet's atmosphere its density. As a high gravity planet, is makes sense for the atmosphere of Vulcan to be thicker than that of a smaller planet like Earth, unless Vulcan is spinning a hell of a lot faster.

Moreover, if the air is challenging for Kirk at that high altitude, it makes sense that, were he to go down to the city below, his struggle would be much less. Moreover, I have to ask about the relative altitude of ShiKar in comparison to a place at sea level, like Ra'al.

If you were somewhere on the beach, closer to the pole and further from the equator of the planet, like Kel, or Ta'Vistor, might it be cooler, with thicker air, and much more pleasant?

Lastly, and very importantly.... both Ra'al (where T'Pring is from) and ShiKar (where Spock comes from) are quite close to the equator. I have questions about how the majority of Vulcans we see in both Amok Time and Spock Amok are basically white.

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California's website is kinda confusing and they didn't have a lot of specialty plate options (and most of their pictures are horrible quality), but I had to run this poll for Snoopy. I making this poll for Snoopy.

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premise: going away for the holidays to a secluded cabin just the three of you is the best christmas gift you could have asked for this year. the festivities perfect and joyful, and in abundance thanks to the two men more than willing to give and spoil you in more than just pretty wrapped presents.

pairing: bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin

word count: 3.3k+

warnings: established poly relationship, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, m and f receiving oral, come eating, creampie, fluffy christmas shenanigans, rooster and hangman be smoochin, banter, light!rough sex, biting and marking, spitting, a hint of degradation.

note: the title has a double meaning so if you know you know, but tis the season for being a whore. i didn’t want this to be too lengthy and writing threesomes makes my brain hurt so it’s a bit fast paced.

The cheesy Christmas movie that Rooster had chosen fills the small cabin living room with the perfect ambiance for your last night of being secluded; tucked away and sandwiched between the two men. Even with Jake’s grumbles around a handful of popcorn on how cheesy said cheesy movie is, it does little to dampen the feeling of warmth in your veins.

The three of you had decided to spend the holidays together this year. With Mav busy with Penny and Jake and his father constantly at odds, neither of the two men had anywhere else to be. And the thought of you being anywhere else but here, with them just didn’t make sense to you.

Your families hadn’t been clued in on your relationship. Your family having zero insist on the fact that you had not just one boyfriend but two. Jake’s knowing he had a girlfriend, but not a boyfriend as well. Mav knew about you and Rooster, and you were pretty sure he knew about Jake to—the three of you getting caught in a weird lip lock in his garage last New Year’s eve, leading to an awkward stare down and Mav putting his hands up declaring “I don’t want to know” and walking away.

So spending Christmas with just the three of you was barely a suggestion.

“Are you sure?” You had asked Jake, knowing full well how important a family gathering was to his mother—despite the butting of heads between him and his father.

“I’m already packed!”

“What?”

“I asked him last night and before I could even begin to give him the game plan he was pulling the luggage out.” Rooster had explained, rolling his eyes at the memory.

“But your family–”

“Is right here,” Hangman grinned, that one grin that either made you want to smack him or kiss him. Pulling the two of you into his chest in a bear hug.

“The man falls in love and suddenly he goes all Hallmark.”

The three of you had rented a cabin in Lake Tahoe. Two weeks spent with the two men beside you bickering and making you—and each other—come, and reminding you why you fell in love with them.

Jake insisting that a real tree is all that will do on the third day, when the three of you finally pulled yourselves out of the bedroom. Making you and Bradley bundle up and trek through the forest to find the perfect tree.

“They make lots for this type of thing. Still just as picture-perfect!”

“Yeah! And they have hot chocolate there!” You whine as you grab onto Rooster’s wrist to climb over a big rock. Praying your boots didn’t slip and send you pummeling face-first into the snow.

“That’s not the spirit.” Jake turns and gives you two a stern look, “we came out here for an authentic Christmas, didn’t we?”

“I don’t remember the word authentic being thrown around.”

“It’s not Christmas if it’s not authentic!” He throws his hands in the air, “I refuse to smell plastic. We are getting a real tree.” He grumbles, turning and continuing the trek through the woods, “if the two of you don’t stop complaining I’m going to tie you up with the Christmas lights when we get back.”

“Well when you put it like that,” you and Rooster send each other a cheeky smirk. Laughing when Hangman gives a deep sigh and continues ahead.

When the three of you—Jake—finally do come across the perfect tree it’s entertaining to watch him and Bradley chop it down. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t spend most of the time staring at their biceps that showed through the long sleeves of their sweaters. Or how absolutely rugged it was to watch them do such a task; a heat spreading across your skin, making you start to sweat under your jacket.

And once the tree had been brought back to the house and set up—after a bag of popcorn had been made for the garland, fruit kindly left by the owners of the cabin baked and dried as ornaments, and the two dollar lights you got from the small convenient store up the road: you understood why Jake had made such a fuss. How a fake tree couldn’t give you the same tingly feeling and joy of trying not to choke on the sap and pine smell. The process of putting your creations on the branches, and taking it all in really was perfect.

You still refused to go on any more woodland adventures though.

The rest of the weeks had been spent either spread out under the sheets, entangled limbs, Christmas movies playing in the background while you feasted on takeout, and dinners made by Rooster. A snowball fight that turned into the boys making out in the show and you snapping photos of the incriminating evidence, in which the two chased you down for. Thus leading to snow angels and Hangman perfecting the art of snowman building.

“Do you even get snow in Texas? How are you so good at this?”

“It’s all about your hands, Rooster my boy. Good hands form the perfect ratio of snow to ball. The perfect weight for each clump.”

“That…makes absolutely no sense.”

And yet he makes the best snowman you’ve ever seen in your life.

When it comes to baking cookies though: Jake does not perfect it.

Icing covers his hairline as he runs a frustrated hand across his forehead. The green icing stains his skin, the deadly scowl he’s giving the mess of a tree-shaped cookie making you laugh.

Unlike Bradley who seems to have mastered the art of icing.

“You're doing it too fast.”

“Yeah, yeah, you know all about slow and steady. But that rarely wins the race,” he gives Rooster a smirk, making the other throw a dollop of frosting at him. Which then turns into the three of you ruining your shirts with red and green icing.

“I like this much better,” Jake smirks as he licks a smear of frosting from your neckline, making you gasp softly.

One thing Jake does seem to be good at—so he claims—is making hot chocolate. An old family recipe he had told the two of you, as he climbed off of your chest and placed a kiss to your forehead. Declaring the three of you needed some old-fashioned refreshments to replenish. Cocoa being that refreshment.

His absence turning worrisome when he’s gone for over an hour. The blaring of Christmas music coming from the kitchen that wafted into the open door of the bedroom, the only clarification that he was okay. But that didn’t stop you and Bradley from climbing out of bed and going to the kitchen—did hot chocolate take hours to make?

Finding Jake adorning a ‘Kiss The Cook’ apron and swinging his hips to Last Christmas, as he poured half a bottle of peppermint vodka into a pan of hot chocolate.

“Old family recipe, huh?” Rooster looks over his shoulder at the concoction he’s stirring up.

“Your mother gave you liquor as a child?”

“Hey! I don’t rag on your family traditions.”

“Everything about you is starting to make sense now.”

But when you try it it’s better than you expected—or maybe there was too much liquor in the mix to really differentiate if it was good or not. Because after three gulps you felt like your head was spinning and the three of you were screaming along to Christmas songs at the tops of your lungs.

On Christmas Eve Rooster, usually as cool as a cucumber, radiates on-edge-excitement. So much so that he almost lets it spill what the two boys got you. Making Hangman groan in frustration—acting as if he hadn’t spent the last two weeks begging for hints of what you got him, and snooping.

So you decide to throw them both a pitying bone and open presents early. Jake acting like a kid who got everything he asked from Santa, and Bradley rendered silent at the sentimental gift you and Jake put together in honor of his parents.

The silver necklace the two got you with the initials ‘R’ and ‘H’ hanging from it lays perfectly against your chest, as you bring another handful of popcorn to your mouth. Smiling at the chuckles that jostle your body as Rooster laughs at the cheesy movie; the perfect way to spend your last night together.

“Get everything you wanted for Christmas?” Jake asks, palm coming to rest on top of your thigh as his thumb rubs slow, gentle circles on your exposed skin. Having lost interest in the movie entirely. His cheek resting on the back cushion of the couch as he looks over at you.

You let out a soft content hum as you nod, turning your face to his with a smile on your lips. “What else could I want,” your stomach does a little swoop when you see his mouth spread into a smile. His fingers now join in the gentle massaging of your thigh—that moves into your inner thigh.

“An orgasm is a good gift.” He rebuttals, his sweet smile turning into something teasing. A playful roll of your eyes has you turning back to the tv. His way of turning everything filthy—which you’re not complaining about—is no shock to you at this stage in your relationship.

“The gift that keeps giving.” Bradley decides to interject.

“Exactly!”

“The two of you are insatiable.” You try not to laugh as both their attentions are now turned on you. The movie now forgotten by the person who wanted to watch it in the first place.

“Yeah,” Rooster confirms your statement. Nose pressed into your cheek as he trails light kisses down your jaw, to the top of your neck, “but that’s why you love us.”

“You’d be so sexually frustrated without us,” Jake teases. A gasp leaves your lungs when his trailing hand comes to the outside of your shorts, his index finger running along your clothed slit. Before he pulls your thighs apart to give himself better access to you.

You have no rebuttals. No arguments because his statement is completely correct. You couldn’t imagine a time before them when you’d experienced sexual enlightenment—or were given several orgasms in a row to the point where your legs lost their functions.

And with some maneuvering, clothes thrown throughout the living room, movie long forgotten, popcorn littering the floor: your naked body is pressed into the cushions of the couch as Jake lays between your legs, mouth attached to your clit, and Rooster running his teeth and tongue from the outside of your thigh to your chest, where he latches his mouth around one of your nipples.

“Doesn’t his mouth feel good, baby?” Rooster mumbles against your skin, leaving patches of wet marks of his saliva across your chest as he switches between your nipples. Love bites marring up the skin on the peaks your boobs, the hand at the base of your throat wraps around to cradle your neck in his palm. Pulling your head up from the cushion, “look at him.” It’s a soft demand, that comes out more of a want—a need to see you look down at Jake as he devours your pussy, at how pretty he looks with something in his mouth. Bradley watches the heat in your cheeks grow, the blown-out ecstasy of lust dilating your pupils; getting off on the attraction you have for the other.

Your fingers tangle themselves into Hangman’s hair. A fistful of blonde between your fingers, “fuck his tongue.” The brunette instructs. Where he loved to watch, loved to bask in the affection and need the three of you shared: the other loved to be used for what he was good at. And you loved providing both of those things for your boys while they pulled you apart, and put you back together. Dragging out your pleasure until all three of you couldn’t take much more of the torture.

With a soft grip on his hair, your eyes locked on his, you grind your hips against Jake’s face. The drag of his tongue along your wetness—the tip of his nose and tongue pushing on your clit just right—your head tries to tip back as you moan. Rooster’s hand on your neck not allowing you to go far. The breath from your lungs coming shallower, dying in your throat, as you get closer and closer to coming.

There are words you want to cry out. To say to both of them but it feels too good. Too good for you to keep your eyes open, too good to form any coherent thought other than Jake’s too fucking good at this—and Bradley is too much of a tease with his words, teeth too intense on your nipple.

And when you’re coming you can’t even declare so. Can’t scream or cry a single word because all air is leaving your lungs, your body trembling as your thighs close in on Hangman’s head. A sonorous moan pulled from the back of your throat.

They only let you rest for a minute—seconds—before you feel two sets of lips kissing along your body, fingertips following in their trail. Meeting at your midsection, colliding together in a rough-hungry kiss. One that makes the tremors shaking through your body sizzle out into that burning fire you just put out; they just put out.

Their kiss is all teeth and tongue.

Rooster’s hand at the base of Jake’s skull, tight, pressing. As if he needs him to stay there. To swallow down his tongue, to share the taste of you or he might go insane. Rooster’s thumb running along the blonde’s lip when they finally pull apart, their breaths heavy. “Let her taste,” the two share a smirk before Jake is on top of you. Mouth coming down on yours, tongue sharing the taste of your arousal—and Bradley—on yours.

That dimple in his cheek when he’s being cheeky is deep and prominent as he looks down at you, “think it’s your turn to use your pretty mouth on Rooster.” His voice grows deeper—almost a whisper, as he says his next words against your bottom lip. “So I can lick his come off your tongue.” The whimper that falls from your lips is caught by his tongue as he kisses you, both your attention going to the brunette when you pull away.

And you do end up on your knees in front of Rooster. His cock in your mouth, one hand on the back of your head as the other grips one of the cushions. His hips push up each time your mouth goes down the length of him, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Making your eyes water, your gag reflex ignored as you suck and drool all over his cock.

Hangman presses encouraging kisses along your body, to the brunette’s thighs, biting and sucking bruises onto the skin of his chest—before he joins you. The noise Bradley lets out when the two of you wrap your mouths on either side of his shaft is angelic. A noise you love hearing over and over again. A noise the two of you work hard to get him to repeat until he’s growling with frustration and pulls you off his cock, the two of you smirking up at him.

A panting grumble of not wanting to come yet spoke in a huff.

“Where do you want to come, Rooster?” Jake asks with a grin. His teeth are nipping at his inner thigh as he looks up at him.

They both know you’d let them paint you with their come like you were their very own canvas. Just as the two shared the knowledge that your body wasn’t the only one in the room they could come on, or in.

And when Rooster cups Jake’s cheek in his hand, the nail of his thumb moving along his jaw to his bottom lip—it’s a silent answer to the question. One that doesn’t need any evaluation.

One that has more maneuvering of bodies until you’re on your knees on the couch, Bradley’s cock back in your throat, and Jake’s stretching your pussy open as his fingers dig into your hips, as he fucks you from behind.

The snap of his hips is hard and fast, making your body bounce back onto him and push forward to take Rooster’s cock deeper into your throat. The sounds of skin on skin and muffled moans around gags and spit, and sinful grunts were the only noises filling the cabin.

“So fucking good,” Hangman slurs from behind you. The lusted-out gravel of his voice is melodic. “Always so good for us. So wet, warm, and ready to have your pussy fucked. Throat stretched.” His palm feels searing as it runs down your back and over the globes of your ass. A soft swat at your cheeks makes you mewl around Bradley’s cock. “The perfect little cum-dump.”

His degrading words make you clench around him. Your eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

“And she's all ours,” Bradley adds—professes. States the obvious. His fingers grip your jaw as he pulls you off of his cock, thumb pressing into your mouth to keep it open for him as he leans down to let his spit drizzle onto your tongue. The corner of his mouth twitching as you moan, a sheen of tears coating your eyes looking up at him. Before slipping his cock back between your lips.

You don’t know how long the three of you go at it. How long Rooster makes a home at the back of your throat with his cock, or Jake going deeper and deeper with each pound of his hips until you’re seeing stars: but by the time you’ve come again, Bradley pulling you off of his cock by your chin so he can watch you come. Groan at the way your nails dig into his thighs as you do.

His palm pumps his cock as he watches how you go limp and let Jake fuck you fast and hard, until he’s following suit and coming inside of you. The two move quickly from their positions on the couch—leaving your heated body cold and drenched in sweat—your limbs exhausted as you flip yourself over to watch the blonde move down to his knees, mouth hung open, as he catches the ropes of come Rooster pumps into his waiting mouth.

And as you watch them, the satisfied look of bliss and sedation on their faces—their cheeks rosy and flushed, their beauty making you feel even more fucked out and heady—you don’t think you could ever want anything, for Christmas or other—more than this.

Your blissful sigh has their attention turning back to you. Jake pushes your back up so he can squeeze behind you and lay you across his lap. You expect Rooster to bury himself along your side or on top of you like he usually does. But instead, he’s pulling your thighs apart and burying his head between your thighs, tongue diving into your entrance to lap and suck at Jake’s come. Cleaning you with his mouth until the oversensitivity you feel is too much and you’re crying out.

Only then does he stop and with a grin reaches out for Jake, pushing his tongue into his mouth—pushing his come onto his tongue—Bradley’s hand resting on the column of the blonde's throat.

“Share,” you whine from beneath them. The brunette chuckles against Hangman’s mouth, before the blonde is sharing the taste of all the three of you on your taste buds.

And finally, after your hearts have stopped pounding and the heat of the fireplace and each other's bodies warm you—do you bask in the afterglow of it all. In the euphoric feeling of this; love, devotion, desire. A calm lulling your bodies to almost sleep.

“Good gift,” you say teasingly. Your fingers lazily move through Rooster’s hair as Jake’s do the same motions in yours. The two men laugh softly against you.

“Told you so.”

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Ties in with Times Are Changing

Manny thinks of you often. His days are full of club business and adhering to elementary school schedules, but his nights are full of you. The feel of your skin pressing against his as he makes you say his name in that sinful way of yours, how tight you grip him when you come on his cock. He jerks off in the shower fantasising about it.  

More than anything, he thinks of that breathless laugh of yours when he drew you to him that night in the Casino, the way the glow of the fireplace illuminated your skin as you dozed on his chest after the whiskey tasting.

When he receives that postcard from Thailand, he smiles to himself because he knows that you’re thinking about him too. You’ve written your phone number on the bottom and signed it with a kiss. He snaps a picture of it on his fridge before Whatsapping it to you with the words ‘Where to next?’

He receives a text later on in the evening with a picture of Tokyo Tower followed by several Japanses flag emojis. He checks the time difference on his phone, it’s your morning over in Thailand, you’ve just gotten up. He finally puts his phone down at midnight because he needs to be up early to take his daughter Melina to school.

Sweet dreams, you text him and that night he dreams of you in his bed, his fingertips ghosting over the tattoos that decorate your body.

It becomes the highlight of his day after spending time with Melina. Things with the club are complicated. Canche’s death has highlighted some discrepancies with their accounting, Downer’s still chasing down the missing money whilst Bishop is putting pressure on them to buy into the pipeline because Santo Padre are going completely legit.

On top of that there’s been a change of leadership in Stockton after Ramos orchestrated an attack on Nestor Oceteva and his girl. The ramifications of it have sent shockwaves through all the charters due to a change of bylaws by El Padrino. Manny’s lucky, his club are more tolerant and open minded compared to some of the others, his members have always treated their women with respect, it’s the other part some of them are having trouble with. Manny believes in tolerance; he welcomes the change.

Your communications are a reprieve from all of this. He thinks you must be able to sense he’s having a bad day because you video call him that night. It’s the first time the two of you have spoken face to face since you parted in Lake Tahoe. You’re in a hotel room in Japan, the sun shining in through the window when you appear on the screen. He finds the weight in his chest loosen just a little when he sees you.

“Hey.” He says softly.

You’re still as pretty as the day you left; he can tell you’ve just woken up. You have a mug of coffee cradled to your chest and your hair pulled back into a messy bun.

“You wanna talk about it?” You ask him. His lips purse together grimly because he can’t and that was always the point of contention between him and his ex. He could never discuss what happened with the club but she would see the fall out from it. He’d withdrawn from her, so he didn’t have to see the hurt in her eyes everytime he refused her.

“Club business.” He says, his voice rough.

Already he can see how this ends. His silence will be the thing that kills it, the same way it did his marriage. He wonders if it’s better to cut off contact completely because already he knows he’s falling in love with you. That it started in Lake Tahoe and now it’s playing out in the months that follow.

“Ok.” You say, leaning back against the headboard. “Tell me what you and Melina got up to instead.”

He’s surprised by the change of topic, but he welcomes it. He explains how excited she is about the science fair, that he has no idea where she got that enthusiasm from. The two of you discuss STEM programs, how the world needs more female pioneers. You make him promise to send you the video of her ‘Elephant’s Toothpaste’ experiment before you hang up. He goes to bed with a smile on his face and a lighter heart.

When the postcard from Japan arrives a few days later, his fingers trace over the writing as he studies the message you’ve written.

Twenty Third of February – Los Angeles x

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Where My Christmas Lives | One-Shot

Merry Christmas everyone! Sorry I'm a little late with this one, but here's my entry for "Snowman" in @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge!😘

Summary: You and Bradley go to Lake Tahoe to stay with the Kazanskys for Christmas. (Mav's niece!reader)

Warnings: mild teen sexuality

Length: 1.6k words

Pairing: teen!Bradley Bradshaw x teen!Female Reader

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Where My Christmas Lives

“Your mom really thought of everything. I can’t believe she planned this trip for us a year ago,” you smiled, resting your head on Bradley’s shoulder as you watched the snow fall outside the taxi on your way to the Kazansky’s cabin in Lake Tahoe a few days before Christmas.

Bradley squeezed your hand and kissed the top of your head. “Mom always liked a white Christmas,” he mused, looking out the window as the car came to a stop. As you gathered your things and climbed out, Iceman exited the cabin to settle the fare with the driver. 

“Come on inside, it’s cold out here,” Ice offered, helping Bradley carry your bags into the cabin. Once inside, he hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Let me get a look at you two,” he said, turning to shake Bradley’s hand. “Every time I see you, I see more of Goose. You’re just missing that ridiculous mustache he always wore.”

“I don’t think I can pull off that look.” Bradley laughed, returning the firm handshake.

“Never can tell,” he said knowingly, motioning toward the living room. “Go make yourselves comfortable, I’ll take your bags upstairs.”

Bradley dropped onto the couch with a sigh as Ice disappeared up the staircase, leaving the two of you alone in the living room. “Come sit with me,” he mumbled, eyes sliding closed as he patted his thigh and held a hand out for you. 

You had wandered across the room, looking at various pictures and decorations around the cabin when Bradley's voice met your ears. Taking a few steps back toward him, you accepted his outstretched hand and let him pull you onto his lap, his strong arms encircling you. “Tired?” You asked, reaching one of your hands up to card through his hair gently, your nails brushing against his scalp. 

He nodded, relaxing under your touch. There was a long moment of quiet before he spoke, his voice low. “Is it wrong I'm glad we're here instead of home for Christmas?”

Shaking your head, you frowned only briefly. “Mama Carole knew, I think. That's why she planned this,” you explained, resting your head on his shoulder. “I'm glad we're here too. And hopefully Uncle Pete makes it.”

Iceman smiled at the young couple as he came back downstairs, heavy footsteps making his presence known so he didn't startle them. “Sarah and the kids will be back from the store soon, so enjoy the peace and quiet while you can,” he warned, crossing through the room toward the kitchen. “Planned on making steaks and potatoes for dinner, take advantage before it starts snowing again.”

“Sounds great,” Bradley replied, finally opening his eyes and looking up at the Captain you both thought of as a surrogate uncle. “Need any help?” 

“You two relax, you're our guests. If you wanna do something, help entertain the kids. They're a handful.”

You nodded but didn't have a chance to reply before the front door opened and two small children came barrelling into the living room, calling your names. Dropping a kiss to Bradley's cheek, you managed to slide off his lap just in time for the kids to jump on both of you. 

“Hey guys! You got so big!” You smiled, hugging Ice’s four-year-old daughter Katie tightly. The last time you had seen them was over a year earlier at Ice’s promotion to Captain, before Carole was diagnosed. 

The kids switched places after a moment, scrambling over you and Bradley like a jungle gym. Jack, the six-year old boy, bounced on the couch excitedly and tugged on your hand. “Can we build a snowman? Daddy said you’d help!”

You shared a look with Bradley, seeing the smirk that pulled at the corner of his mouth as you silently asked him to join you. “We’d love to,” he replied, lifting Katie into his arms as he stood from his seat. 

Jack jumped down and ran to the back door, you and Bradley close behind him. Once you were outside, he set Katie down and let the kids get started on the snowman as he passed you his gloves.

“I’ll be okay,” you promised, only to have him slide them onto your hands one at a time. “Bradley…”

“Your fingers will freeze off,” he argued, giving you a quick peck on the lips before nudging you toward the stairs. “Go on, I’ll be right there.” He chuckled at the roll of the eyes you gave him before stepping off the deck, looking back over his shoulder when he heard Ice step out of the cabin. “Hey, I was hoping to talk to you for a minute.”

The older man nodded as he started up the grill, a plate of steaks and potatoes sitting on the table beside him. “Sure, what’s up, kid?”

Bradley pushed his hands into his pockets and moved closer. “I need a letter of recommendation for the Naval Academy, and I…” he hesitated briefly before continuing. “I was hoping you’d write one for me.”

“Why not ask Maverick?” he asked, curious as to the answer. He had a feeling that he knew, given the discussions he had with you over the past few months regarding the tension between Maverick and Bradley, but he wanted to hear the teen’s explanation. 

“He doesn’t want me to join up. My mom wasn’t thrilled about it either,” Bradley sighed, shaking his head. “But it’s my life, and I wanna fly, like you, Mav and my dad.”

Ice nodded and looked out to the yard where you and his children were working on your snowman. “Does she know?”

“She knows I’m applying, yeah. We haven’t really talked about flying yet though,” he explained, his eyes moving to watch you as well. “I don’t know how she’d take it, she worries like crazy over Mav.”

“Would it stop you? If she said she didn’t want you to?” Ice asked, putting the food on the grill before leaning against the railing of the deck and studying him closely.

Bradley was quiet for a moment as he considered the question. He hadn’t thought about it before, what he would do if your reaction to his wanting to be an aviator was not what he wanted to hear. “I don’t know. Probably not. We’d just… have to work it out.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Ice sighed and gave him a look. “I’ll write you the letter, Bradley, but you need to have a conversation,” he said firmly. “I can see the way you look at her. Your mom saw it too, long before it was real.”

“She did?” He asked, pulling his eyes away from you and looking back to Iceman. 

He nodded, clapping the younger man on the shoulder as he returned his attention to the grill. “She was always saying you two would end up together.” He flipped the steaks over and turned back to Bradley. “It’s not fair to either of you to assume she’s on board with whatever you wanna do with your future. You have to take each other into consideration. Got it?”

“Got it,” Bradley nodded, moving toward the stairs to join you and the kids building the snowman. “Thanks, Ice.”

Iceman waved him off, continuing to grill while watching the four of you finish the snowman in the middle of the yard. It was a little lopsided, but his kids cheered when Bradley lifted the head on top and put his baseball cap on it, finding a couple of dark colored rocks to work as eyes. 

After dinner you helped Sarah put the kids to bed while Ice and Bradley cleaned up the kitchen. When all the chores were done, you found your boyfriend sitting on the back deck beside the fire pit as a light snow fell around him. Grabbing a blanket, you stepped out and sat beside him, wrapping it around both of you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked quietly, nuzzling his cheek with your nose.

He looked over to you, offering a small smile. “Hey, Dimples. I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh? Good things, I hope.”

“Always,” he said, kissing your temple. There was silence for a moment before he spoke again. “We need to talk, though.”

You frowned, the tone of his voice sparking a bit of anxiety. “Okay… is everything alright?”

He took your hand beneath the blanket and laced your fingers together. “I’ve told you I want to go to the Naval Academy after I graduate. I talked with Ice earlier about writing a letter of recommendation for me.” You responded with a simple nod, allowing him to continue uninterrupted. “I want to be an aviator. I know you get anxious about Maverick flying, so I just…”

Before he could finish, you cut him off with a soft kiss, your free hand lifting to rest on his jaw. “I support you, no matter what,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “I can go to the University of Maryland and we can visit when you get leave. We’ll make it work, Bradley.”

“Really?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours. “What about you? Being with a Navy man isn’t easy, I don’t want you giving your dreams up for me.”

You shook your head, closing your eyes and kissing him again, long and slow. When you finally parted, you squeezed his hand, offering a smile. “You’ll be in the Academy for four years, I’ll have time to go to school myself, don’t worry,” you explained. “Bradley… as long as I have you, and we’re happy, that’s enough for me.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he smiled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“I’m really quite something,” you teased, kissing him once again before standing and offering your hand to him. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep, the kids already have plans for us tomorrow.”

Bradley accepted your hand after turning the gas on the fire pit off, letting the flames die down. Standing, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. “Sounds great. I’m glad we came out here this year.”