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Black Christmas - S. Raglan x Reader x M. Schmidt

Mike’s job as a park ranger becomes interesting when a mysterious couple stay five nights in a winter lodge.

A/N: HOLY FUCK. This is my longest and most tiring fic in a while (for all the right reasons) and I’m really excited to share it with you! It was loosely inspired by the req and work by @dilfbabie (HERE) but this has a festive, darker spin. This is for the people who voted for a Steve/William aligned reader, and is porn with plot. Further details in the tags, but this is reminiscent of a Jordan Peele film (aka the best kind of film), so dark themes lie ahead. I really hope you all enjoy it, consider it a Christmas gift ;)

Word count: 5.3K

Tags: SMUT (Porn with plot) / Slow burn / Fem! Reader / Threesome / Brief mentions of abuse / Alcohol usage / Oral sex, male receiving / Fingering / Blowjobs / Voyeurism / Cowgirl (position) / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Psychological manipulation / Deception / Dub-Con (if you squint) / Cheating --- MINORS DNI

MONDAY

Mike had grown to find that being a park ranger was far more amusing than working as mall security. He loved being surrounded by the natural world, and the relatively isolated nature of the job - outside of being with his colleagues - meant that he had time alone. Time to think.

It was even more enjoyable in the winter, specifically the Christmas period, where he revelled in the contrast of the bustle of the shopping district with the tranquil sightings of caribou and squirrels.

It was standard procedure for the rangers to meet the guests of the lodges they inhabited, simply as an act of trust building. Today was no different, except for the fact that he was standing at the door of one of the largest and lavish buildings in the resort, which only meant one thing…Snobby, rich inhabitants.

When you answered the door, your lips parted in a brief moment of shock, adjusting your relaxed posture so that you were upright. 

“Hi…” you said, an unplaced smile appearing on the corner of your lips. “Can I help you Officer…?”

“Mike,” he quickly added. “I’m sure you’ve seen me in the pamphlet, but I’m your designated ranger for this district. I’m here for your safety,”

You seemed somewhat confused at this, but also rather appreciative.

“Thanks…” you replied, absentmindedly fiddling with your necklace. “We— Uh, we haven’t looked at that much yet, actually…”

Mike nodded. You’d probably just moved in, likely more desperate for a shower and a nap than read pages of menial information. 

“My pager codes should be taped to the wall in the kitchen. Outside of patrols and emergencies — weather, rabid animals, that sort of thing — I’ll shouldn’t be in your hair,”

You cocked your head, seemingly interested in something about him. He was cute; boyish in contrast to his position that was usually reserved for those with blatant machismo. You wondered how he got it in the first place.

You nodded back, fingers lingering on the door as you swung it. “Oh, well that’s great, thank —“

“Babe? Who is that? You’re taking an awful while to — Oh, hello Officer…?”

Your interaction was interrupted by an older, taller man who emerged from the stairs behind you. He was dressed in an off-yellow utility suit - likely for skiing - in which a purple sweater peeked out from underneath. His hair was groomed and he wore large, slightly out of fashion glasses. He rested an arm above you, leaning it on the doorframe, and Mike squinted as he noticed that you’d shifted uncomfortably at the movement before trying to compose yourself.

He was lost in his thoughts, temporarily oblivious to the fact that the man was staring at him expectedly. 

“ — Mike, “ he stammered, giving the man his name.

“Your badge says Michael,” he replied, matter of factly.

“I prefer Mike,”

“Hm,” the man mused, the grumble seemingly coming from the depths of his chest. “That’s odd. Usually you guys are referred to by your last name…”

Mike wasn’t sure about you, but this mysterious man was definitely a rich asshole. They always assumed they knew everything. 

“It’s Schimdt — Michael Schmidt…but please, Mike is fine,” he replied, shifting his weight and pursing his lips. Strangely, the man’s blue eyes widened, and he cocked his head, softening his demeanour. Your gaze was fixed to the floor uncomfortably, and Mike could only decipher that you were embarrassed by the man’s insistence. The entire thing was borderline uncomfortable.

Yet, at that moment, he smiled.

“The name’s Steve,” he perked up, extending his hand for the smaller man to shake. He took it, and the man’s grip was firm and assuring, leading Mike to believe that he was some kind of businessman.

“Thank you, Mike,” continued sincerely, his voice noticeably soft. “Hopefully we’ll see you around then,”

Mike blinked and glanced at you. You were still, almost motionless, with Steve protectively hovering over you. He could tell he’d interrupted something.

“You too,” he replied, beginning to back away as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “Happy holidays.”

TUESDAY 

During the ins and outs of his job, Mike had been trying to rack his brain, wondering if he’d ever come across this ‘Steve’ before, but to no avail. Perhaps he’d just gotten the wrong person. Michael was a very common name, after all.

He wondered about you, though. You were certainly younger than him, and although he’d come across his share of problematic couples, there was something far more striking about you than the rest. Steve’s authoritarian presence, coupled with your seemingly shy, introverted own, was usually a cocktail that led to disaster. He wasn’t a cop, but it wouldn’t hurt to keep tabs on you, would it?

It seemed that the time would come quicker than expected. The next morning he’d received a ‘111’ message from your residence, and hadn’t wasted time in making his way up to see you.

Upon being let in, he quickly found out that you were alone, with Steve having run out for groceries. Apparently, you’d been hearing ‘rattling and shaking’ in the vents, and simply feared being home alone with the threat of a robbery looming over your head. He’d checked the vents, scoping the interior out for signs of damage or entry, quickly finding out that badger had made a home inside the walls, earning a good chuckle from the pair of you.

“I’m so embarrassed!” you’d gushed, and Mike had smiled slightly at your flustered demeanour. You were dressed rather nicely for an early morning, in a chic turtleneck, pants and a pair of Moon Boots. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that you either came from, or was in contact with a lot of money.

“No problem…” he chuckled, feeling the quiet instinct to pry. “So, Steve just left you here, even with the threat of an intruder?”

Your shoulders visibly dropped at the fact. 

“Pretty much…” you sighed, masking your nervous energy by removing a mug from the coffee machine, pouring some fixings into the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling deeply.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you sighed, and Mike stiffened at the way you were so sincere, eyes locked on his own as you seemingly read his mind. “You have a point, but I like that he doesn’t baby me. But it does scare the shit out of me, knowing that we’re basically in the wilderness. Anything could happen…!”

He nodded.

“Well, you’re more likely to be attacked by kids at Santa’s Grotto than a bear,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t worry…”

You smiled, gaze unwavering as you sipped the drink, admiring the rich taste on your tongue. It was as if you were a siren, beckoning him towards you with an indescribable aura. There was more you wanted to say, but you couldn’t say it.

Biting the bullet, he cleared his throat. 

“Hey — This may not be my place, but is everything okay? When he came down the other day I saw you tense up,” Mike finished, and you let out a low hum as you contemplated the implications of his statement.

“We’re having a few issues,” you said, rolling your eyes, apparently brushing the situation off. “We’d been arguing a lot back home, and he booked this trip so we could regroup and stuff. I’m grateful, and I might even love him – but it doesn’t make me any less paranoid. I never know how he’s feeling, y’know? He’s a bit off sometimes…”

‘Off’. 

That was certainly one way to put it, Mike thought.

“...Does he hurt you?”

“God no,” you insisted. “He’s just — Well, let’s just say that he’s not all that open about his past,”

Silence. 

Mike let out a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips, musing on what you could’ve meant. He averted his gaze to glance around the cabin. It was rather lush, with floor to ceiling windows, marble countertops and rich oak accents; perhaps you were living beyond your means? Every item in his sight seemed relatively normal, blankets, keys, even a small Christmas tree with a few presents underneath. Still, it meant nothing. After all, nobody kept their secrets on display - no, those kinds of things were reserved for a bedroom…Or basement. Or the trunk of a car. Or in the psychological prison of the mind.

“…I should finish getting ready,” your voice interjected. “Thanks for the help, Mike,” you said sweetly, and he nodded before turning around and making his way to let himself out. As he placed a foot down the first step, something turned him around, and he was shocked to see that you weren’t far behind him. He hadn’t heard you follow him.

“By the way —“ he said, clearing his throat again. “I’m doing a patrol on Thursday, so I’ll be around…Just if you need to talk…”

He hoped he wasn’t being too forward.

You smiled, and this time Mike could see the emotion in your eyes.

“Good to know,”

WEDNESDAY 

One of the best things about the job were the treetop viewing platforms. It gave a 360 view of the resort, and Mike was able to see near and far with his pair of binoculars. It was certainly a task that Abby would’ve loved, if she were ever allowed to see him work.

On this particular morning, he was scoping out the usuals - people on the slopes, those taking photos, and the general assortment of vehicles that came in and out of the building. Still, he found himself looking westward toward the lodging you were living in. Call it paranoia, or call it doing his duty, he couldn’t pry himself from the familiar outline of the building.

All seemed normal, until he’d focused on the top window, the largest one of the house that sat behind a balcony. There was no sign of you on the outside, other than the table and chairs, but it was what was enclosed behind that glass that worried him.

Sure enough, you and Steve were there. He couldn’t make out from the resolution, but your face was pressed to the glass, with Steve behind you, clearly leaving little room for you to move. Mike felt his chest constrict, tongue swiping over his lips as he zoomed in, silently praying that you weren’t being hurt.

It turned out that hurt was the complete opposite of what you were undergoing. There you were; totally nude with Steve’s large arms around your throat, kissing your neck as he jerked, your body writhing about as he did. Mike knew all too well what you were doing, and it didn’t take long for the blood to rush from his cheeks to his cock, praying that his growing bulge wouldn’t be visible to anyone. 

Your eyes were half lidded as you scrambled to hold onto something, and Mike couldn’t help but wonder what your moans sounded like. Were you a screamer or a whimperer? Judging by the way the older man was ravishing you, it seemed to be somewhere in between the two.

Swallowing, he lowered the binoculars, pinching the bridge of his nose as he contemplated what he’d just done. There was no ridding the image from his mind, certainly not when he’d taken in every crevice of your body. He sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets to try to suppress his base urges, storing the image securely for later.

THURSDAY 

Mike rubbed his eyes as he slid into the company car, ready to do his rounds. He hadn’t gotten much sleep last night. 

His grip remained firm on the steering wheel, carefully navigating the elevated roads. A fresh layer of snow had settled over the past day, and the last thing he needed was to skid off into the trees. It was funny that the winter wonderland around him couldn’t mask the fact it was in a place like this where his family’s life had been turned upside down — where his brother had been cruelly and callously taken…All under his watch.

Sometimes he couldn’t live with himself.

He was at the bottom of the final stretch of lodges when he noticed two figures trudging down the hill. Their arms were outstretched and faces scrunched - and Mike recognised you instantly. Steve was following after you whilst your arms were crossed, clearly having a temper tantrum of some kind. Squinting, he tried to make himself unnoticeable as he listened in.

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to see her! I love kids!”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to see her, it’s just — Well, it’s not that easy…”

“How could this be difficult? I’m your girlfriend. She’s your daughter. Someday we’ll have to cross paths, right? Unless I’m some silly fling to you…”

“You’re not, okay? You know I love you. It’s complicated - Vanessa, she’s a little volatile —“

“I wonder where she gets that from,”

Frowning, Mike came out of the car, slamming the door with force to alert the two of you. He crossed his arms around his chest, scatters of snow crunching under his boots as he made his way towards you.

“Is there a problem?” 

“Mike,” Steve said, any specific emotion unreadable in his voice. He looked the man up and down as if to intimidate, but Mike didn’t budge. “…What’re you doing here?”

“My job,” He said sternly, to which you smirked. His eyes darted between the two of you, and he cocked his head. “Is there an issue here, or?”

Steve cast you a frosty glare, to which you rolled your eyes. Shaking yourself off, you assumed a stricter posture before focusing your attention onto the smaller man in front of you.

“Mike —“ you said, matter of factly. “Be a dear and give me a ride to the leisure centre. I need a masseuse… I have a knot that just won’t go away,”

There was nothing but fury in Steve’s eyes as Mike nodded, stepping to the side to allow you to pass through to the vehicle. As he opened the passenger door for you, he could feel the older man’s stare, burning a hole in his neck and seeping out his insides. Shutting the door, he walked round to the other side of the car, jaw ticking and lips pulled into a straight line. He barely knew Steve, but what he did know was that he was an asshole.

The car ride was silent for all of two minutes when Mike perked up, clearing his throat whilst his eyes remained on the road. He’d only snuck occasional glances at your thighs, and even then he was unable to rid the image of you nude.

“…Who’s Vanessa?”

You scoffed, slumping back in your seat as you lay your head against the car window.

“So you did hear,” you chuckled defeatedly. “His daughter. He doesn’t want me to see her,”

“Oh,” was all Mike could say, and he decided to let you draw the emotion out of your body yourself.

“I hate when he does this!” You exclaimed, arms folded. “He makes me feel so dirty! Like, what the fuck is he saying? That I’m not good enough to meet her?!”

“I’m sure that’s not the case…” Mike said softly. “I mean, if it were down to me, I know I’d love for my daughter and girlfriend to hang out, especially during the holidays,”

The statement caused you to smile, and you shook your head defeatedly. 

“I’m shacking it up with her father during the best time of year…” you said incredulously, looking out onto the icy white paradise around you. “She probably hates me…”

The thought of a girl being without her father on Christmas was enough to make you sob, salty tears pricking your eyes and eventually running down your cheeks. Covering your mouth, you let out a little whimper that alerted Mike, his kind brown eyes briefly leaving the road to watch your face. He wasted no time in pulling over, making sure the car was locked in position before he placed an arm on your shoulder, the sudden contact making you break down even more. Before he knew it, you were crying on his shoulder, hiding your face in the fleece-like insides of his jacket. The man remained quiet, but rubbed your back, narrowing his eyes as he tried to piece together your relationship.

He was beginning to lose himself in your scent when you pulled away, eyes red and slightly watery. Your faces were close, and you stared at him in a way that both made him feel guilty and aroused, eyes wide but enigmatic. He followed your gaze to his lips, and he slowly parted his own to exhale, hyper aware of the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Brushing your fingertips across his cheeks, you leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips, your taste bittersweet as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. He certainly hoped Steve wasn’t close behind, as he didn’t let go, instead parting his lips to whisper your name as your tongues began to dance against the others’. His hands were all over your body, and he was fairly certain that your hand had made his way to his pelvis, threatening to brush his cock.

He cursed himself when he gasped at the motion, which had caused you to pull away. As if you’d been under a spell, you felt flushed, stuck between wanting to leave the car and staying with Michael.

“Thank you…” you whispered, glancing down before looking out of the windshield. The reception to the rest of the resort wasn’t far from here, and you decided you needed to clear your head. “You’re a great guy, Mike.”

FRIDAY

It had been twelve hours since you’d shared a kiss with Mike, and he was beginning to think he’d known you forever. He couldn’t get it out of his mind, even when they’d received a severe weather warning at midday. Needless to say, he was excited to ring your particular lodge…Just as long as Steve didn’t answer.

“Hey, it’s Mike…We’re expecting a snowstorm in a couple of hours and we’re instituting a 7PM curfew,”

“Shit…Really?” You’d said, somewhat muffled, and Mike could hear you biting down on the fingertips of your thumb. “ I didn’t hear anything about this — Steve’s down at the casino…”

“I’m sure word will get to him,” he insisted. “Stay safe —“

“Wait, Mike? C-Can you come over? I want to make sure everything’s reinforced…”

It was apparent that you and Mike both knew that the lodges, especially the ones you were living in, were more than secure. You’d smiled and let out an exasperated, somewhat overdramatic ‘Thanks’, and had clasped your hands in front of you, leisurely strolling around the building as he confirmed the obvious. You seemed more free, whimsical even, dressed in a deep red couture tracksuit, perfectly painted toes on display. Perhaps the kiss, and Steve’s absence, had brought out the real you.

He didn’t know he could have such an effect on someone. 

As he clicked off his flashlight, he smirked at you, to which you returned, and drummed his hand on the countertops.

“Is everything okay, Officer?” you lulled.

“A-Ok,” he hummed, watching as you walked closer towards him, a mischievous grin in your eye. He froze slightly when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his front, but found himself relaxing into your touch, his own hands finding your hips.

“We have the house to ourselves…” you purred, beginning to stroke the back of his neck, causing him to twitch. He was simply too cute. “…And the view is lovely. But the company’s better…”

He nodded, lost in the way you began to pepper kisses to his neck and breath gently into his ear, that he hadn’t realised that the snow was beginning to fall…and it wasn’t about to stop.

“Shit…” he said under his breath, ruining the mood as he scrambled for his radio. He should’ve been back to the base a while ago.

“This is Mike calling in. The storm came in earlier than expected. I’m holed in at Lodge 305 waiting it out,”

“Received,” the static said. “Keep us updated.”

You could barely contain your enthusiasm at the fact, and Mike chuckled as you excitedly raced to the wine cabinet. It was going to be an interesting few hours.

LATER 

“…Part of me hopes Steve never comes back,” you slurred, wine bottle in hand as you sprawled out on the king bed, your tracksuit top since stripped, leaving you in a vest. It was obvious to Mike that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, neither. 

Mike snickered.

“You’re still mad at him?”

“Yup,” you said, popping your ‘P’. “Asshole tried to propose to me at dinner yesterday. I said no,”

He was astonished that you said it so casually.

“Woah…”

“I know,” you grinned. “Wine?”

He looked up at you uncertainly. Not necessarily because it was wrong, but because he had no idea where the night would lead him if he took even as much as a sip. “I-I can’t, I’m on the job,”

“Just a little?” You whined. “For me?”

You watched him intently as he gave in, sipping the drink and holding it on his tongue. When he realised you were staring at him, you broke into a smile, edging closer to him on the bed.

“I love that you take your job so seriously,” you cheesed, running your finger down his arm.   “Was this a boyhood dream?”

“Far from it,”

“Hm,” you said curiously, cocking your head. You’d been trying to figure Mike out for a while now. “So what’s the goal?” 

“Dunno,” he shrugged. “Just to see my sister happy, I guess,”

Your heart fluttered, and there was an incomparable sensation in your loins, biting up towards your stomach. Whether it was the alcohol, the heating, or something else - your body swelled, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“You’re so sweet,” you cooed, in that oh-so famously position in front of his face, arms entangled in his.  “I love that about you, Mike,”

“Love?”

“I wish all guys were like you,” was all you said, and you thrust yourself on top of him, his back flat against the mattress. He didn’t stop you; letting you take charge as you straddled his torso, pressing your breasts against his chest as his hands found your body. He was insatiable, greedy yet very needy, and found himself succumbing to your every whim. 

Mike let out a whimper as you rubbed yourself gently along his clothed cock, growing irritated at the layer of fabric between you two. You nipped at his ear and giggled, dancing your hands along his body before you reached his bulge, giving it a gentle squeeze before you went back to teasing him with your hips.

“D’ya want me, Mike?” you purred. “Say the word and I’ll be yours…”

“Mmfh…” he grumbled, trying and failing to pull himself away from you, particularly as his hands found your hardening nipples, desperate to take one between his teeth. “What about Steve?” He said from below you. “I could get fired, I —“

Cupping his face in your hands, you stared him down, voice almost emotionless as you spoke.

“Mike, you may not know it, but when you’re rich, you can get away with anything…”

That was enough confirmation as he needed as he arched his back, angling himself up into your kiss. He was both surprised and aroused at how firm your grip was on him, legs quite literally locking him down below you. Your wanting mouth was wide as your chest heaved, grinning down at him as you slid your arm back, down his pants to touch his hardened cock. 

Mike shut his eyes and groaned as you tugged on him, expertly sliding your hips down his body, fixing yourself into position so that you were level his penis, your ass in his face.

“Touch me, Mike,” you slurred as you took him in your mouth, giddy as he pulled down your sweats a crack so that he could massage your ass, fingers lingering by your lacy underwear. His touch sent chills down your spine, prompting you to take him further, tongue flat against the underside of his organ. His index finger slipped into your crevice, stroking your walls before he slid a finger into your pussy, making you whimper. It had been so long since Mike had been touched - and had touched someone in such a way - that he wasn’t planning on letting go of the feeling any time soon.

Even if your boyfriend came in.

“Babe? I’m sorry, I got caught up in —“ 

“Steve!” You said sweetly, releasing Mike from your mouth with a ‘pop’. “How nice of you to join us!”

The wording struck Michael as odd, but he chalked it down to the thick layer of condescension in your voice. 

Steve stared right past you and towards Mike, narrowing his eyes. The younger man swallowed, wanting to push you off of him, but found himself drawn to the silent aura of the man, much more the way a bulge was visible in his pants also. 

“I can explain—“ he stammered, exasperated as you played with him in your hands, index finger and thumb squeezing the tip as your eyes darted between the two men. How were you so relaxed about this?

“No need to worry about it, Mike,” Steve said, his tone surprisingly sympathetic as he zipped down his own pants. “I don’t mind sharing her...In fact, I love showing my darling off,” he grinned, almost sadistically as he bared his teeth and dimples. Steve placed his larger, calloused hands on your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek affectionately as he did. Mike felt somewhat betrayed by the way there was a glint of happiness in your eye; much more the way he pulled you into a sloppy, passionate kiss as you stroked the older man instead of him.

Once the pair of you pulled apart, his blue eyes were clouded with lust as he patted your cheek, thumb tracing your lips before he pulled away. You kissed the digit tentatively, chin in the air as you glanced down at Mike, silent, but smiling. 

Ironically, you were a healthy couple playing a twisted game, and you’d been in on it all along. 

Steve cleared his throat, loosening a button on his shirt as you span around, your own pelvis holding down Mike’s own. Mike should’ve despised the situation in its entirety, but the way his cock twitched was undeniable. It was as if this fucked up situation were unlocking something within him, and he didn’t know for how much longer he could hold it back.

“…I love the way men like you look at her and want nothing more than to fuck her brains out. Do you know what it feels like to win? To know that she’s yours?” Steve drawled, watching almost in admiration as you pulled off your sweats, sliding your underwear to the side as you lined up Mike’s cock with your entrance. 

“Of course you don’t,” he said condescendingly. “...Your life is about to be hell, Mike. You deserve something good…” The older man hissed, coincidentally aligning with the hiss from Mike’s own mouth who was too much in a state of ecstasy to register the comment. His precum was dribbling on your wet folds, and he longed for a bit of friction. 

You placed a hand on Mike’s chest, smiling down at him with the same expression he’d come to fall for in the first place, paired with your soft, unsuspecting voice. 

“Do you wanna fuck me, Mike? I bet you’d make me feel so good…”

“Y-Yeah..” he whimpered lowly, and he moaned as you sunk yourself onto his bare cock, gripping your body at the tight, wet pressure of your gummy walls. Steve hummed in amusement as he watched you begin to ride him; slowly at first, giving him enough leeway to insert himself into your mouth. 

He’d had you a million times before, but he never grew tired of the sensation. He gripped the back of your head as he moved your face up and down his shaft, groaning as he fucked your mouth in tandem.

“You’ve always been a maneater, haven’t you baby?” Steve cooed. “My little slut,” he spat, and Mike furrowed his brows, feeling his cock twitch in you at the statement. You were clearly just a few rich people with a perverted pastime, and he’d been taken as collateral. He’d probably feel disgusted in the morning, but as of right now he was in heaven.

You steadied yourself on Mike’s cock, pressing down a hand into his pelvis as Steve’s grip tightened on your face, greedy as one hand reached down to grope your breasts.

“Go on, Mike,” he chuckled arrogantly. “Give em a feel,”

You took Mike's hand in your own, throwing your head back at the sensation of being fondled and prodded by two men simultaneously. Steve’s cock was hitting the back of your throat, your nose buried into the fabric of his clothes, stray grey pubic hairs tickling your nose as he did. Mike’s dick was buried in you, and you were 99% sure you’d sheathed himself to the hilt. You hadn’t even needed to move your hips for that long, and Mike had begun to take agency as rock his hips up into your own, the skin-on-skin sounds borderline pornographic.

“Shit,” Mike whispered, feeling his stomach begin to knot up, and you gasped, talking around Steve’s cock that sent vibrations through the spectacled man’s lower half.

“Are you gonna cum, Mikey? You wanna fill this pussy up?” you teased, circling your hips uncontrollably, Mike’s penetrative thrusts becoming shallow but frequent. He groaned in response, and Steve chuckled, one hand your back so he stabilised you, making sure your lush lips were still attached to his shaft. Mike may have been getting the goods, but he owned you, and his pleasure came first. Even in a group of three. 

Feeling closer to your own orgasm, you slammed your hips down onto Mike, holding him in position as he came; desperately clutching the sheets as he spilled into you, mumbling to himself incoherently. Steve was gracious enough to pull himself from your mouth, a bridge of spit connecting you two as he did. Instinctively, you jerked him off, your warm hands sliding up and down effortlessly on his sloppy dick, still grinding your hips on Mike as he was beginning to come down from his high.

Steve came with a grumble, and it wasn’t long until you followed him after, grinning mischievously as fresh white trails of his seed painted your face. Glancing over at Mike - who looked totally spent - you ran your tongue along Steve’s pink shaft to clean him up, writhing as you stimulated Mike’s softening cock, producing a groan from the brunette. 

You were light headed as you fell back onto the sheets, smiling as Steve stroked your semi-nude body adoringly, lulling you off to sleep.

THE MORNING AFTER

Mike was awakened to a banging on the door, swearing under his breath as he contemplated how this looked. Sitting up, he scanned the room for a sign of you, or even Steve, but to no luck. 

He looked out of the window. The snowstorm was over.

Perhaps you’d just gone out for breakfast.

He hurried his clothes on, placing his hands on his hips as he tried to shake the hazy memories of the night before. He was just in time as an officer entered, worried as he saw his colleague enter with guns.

“W-What’s going on?” he asked, squinting. 

“We have a warrant for a visitor's arrest,” he drawled. “A Mr William Afton…?”

Mike frowned. The name wasn’t familiar.

The officer raised a brow, leaving the room once the coast was clear. As he did, Mike caught a glimpse of the poster in his back pocket, the face painfully recognisable. 

WANTED: Child abduction and murder.

[runonthewater]

TODAY. I. SAW. SO MANY ANIMALS!!!

I promise this is a moose circled here; it was moving pretty fast.

Look at this young caribou!!! Look at them! I assume they're licking salt off the roadside. Same with the sheep below (the second one is landing from a jump behind the guardrail).

I painstakingly took this picture of these swans at Toad River Lodge through my binoculars and I'm quite pleased with myself about it. The sheep promenading along the road there was alongside construction at Muncho Lake.

AND THEN. FINALLY. BISON.

More binocular shots:

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK

[cmriindiaorg]

MHA Nation & 4 Bears Casino Launches New Gaming Riverboat

Owned by three affiliated tribes (MHA, Mandan, Hidacha, and Arikara) Nation, 4 Bears Casino & Lodge is recently expanding its entertainment offerings with the addition of a new gaming riverboat River Willow, where visitors embark on a scenic journey across Lake Saka. This addition significantly improves casino amenities, allowing for new and exciting gaming experiences in North Dakota's largest lake.

The River Willow, a majestic three-story vessel that is nearly 80 feet long, made its first public voyage shortly after the christening ceremony on July 10, 2024. The state-of-the-art riverboat is equipped with 45 slot machines and several live blackjack tables, providing a dynamic gaming experience with Lake Sakakawa in the background.

The floating casino is part of a game boat pilot project in regulated waters of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, according to Mark Fox, chairman of the Three Alliance Tribal Business Committee. However, it is the first time that the Willow River has been licensed in regulated waters of the Army Corps of Engineers, although there are other game boats in the U.S., said the Willow River. The gambling vessels run on the Missouri River, located behind the casinos and cabins.

a multi-faceted entertainment venue

According to Indian Gaming, River Willow is designed to suit a wide range of guests and events. The boat's lower deck is reserved exclusively for gaming, and guests over 19 are welcome to enjoy a wide range of slot machines and card tables. The second deck is the perfect place for individual and corporate gatherings, as it provides a flexible space to accommodate a variety of events, such as convention, meetings, weddings, and more. River Willow's top deck offers 360-degree views, allowing for breathtaking views of surrounding lakes and landscapes.

Adjacent to Riverboat, 4 Bears Casino & Lodge continues to offer a variety of amenities. This includes additional slots and game tables, a variety of dining options, a coffee shop with caribou coffee, and an indoor swimming pool. For customers looking to extend their stay, this Lodge offers a convenient C store with an RV Park, Lakeside Cabin, liquor store and car wash.

River Willow operates two daily cruises from Wednesday to Sunday, providing ample opportunity for guests to enjoy their unique "Lakewater Games" experience. The addition is expected to boost the local tourism and entertainment industry by attracting more visitors as well as enhancing recreational options available at the 4 Bears Casino & Lodge. 동행복권파워볼

As 4 Bears Casino & Lodge continues to innovate and expand its service, River Willow stands out as an important addition to complementing its existing amenities and providing guests with an unrivalled gaming experience on the water. For gaming enthusiasts and those looking for an event venue, River Willow offers refreshing and scenic options.

[sheltierv]

August 27th, Fort Nelson

Woke up to finally some sunshine.  We decided to take advantage of the weather and nixed one last dip in the hot springs.   Glad we did, it was a perfect driving day with lots of Bison and Caribou to see.   Also, lots of messy road construction and delays. 

The scenery through Muncho Provencial Park and the Toad and Tetsa River valleys was spectacular.    We stopped at Tetsa River Lodge for their famous Cinnamon rolls around 11:30.   Then pushed on to Fort Nelson.  Just past the Lodge the road suddenly widened, and became a perfect road which means our first 60+ speed since we left Alaska!

Got to Triple G Hideaway in Fort Nelson around 1pm.   Once we got parked we looked at how bad the rig and truck looked from all the construction mud (that glacier mud just coats and sticks!).   After a walk through town, we decided to wash the truck today and the rig tomorrow morning before we leave.  Since we hadn’t eaten anything but a delicious cinnamon roll today, we walked over to the Park’s restaurant and had an excellent chicken sandwich in a nice rustic restaurant. 

Tomorrow, we head to Fort St. John as we continue to work south.

[alaskaphotoadventures]

Ultimate Group Adventures in Alaska: A Journey for Every Type of Traveler

Alaska, often dubbed the Last Frontier, is a land where nature's grandeur knows no bounds. With its vast landscapes, towering peaks, and rich wildlife, it’s a dream destination for group travelers of all kinds. Whether your group is made up of thrill-seekers, nature enthusiasts, culture buffs, or those seeking serenity, Alaska promises an adventure to remember.

For the Adrenaline Junkies

For groups that crave excitement and adventure, Alaska offers no shortage of heart-pounding experiences. Imagine the thrill of trekking across the majestic Matanuska Glacier, where you'll explore deep blue crevasses and ice formations that have been sculpted over millennia. Ice climbing and exploring ice caves here are sure to get your blood pumping. If water-based adventures are more your group's speed, head to Resurrection Bay for a kayaking expedition. Glide past towering cliffs and glaciers, with the possibility of spotting orcas and puffins along the way, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

For the Wilderness Enthusiasts

Alaska's unspoiled wilderness is a paradise for nature lovers in your group. Take a journey into Denali National Park, where the towering peak of Denali (formerly known as Mount McKinley) dominates the skyline. The park’s vast landscapes offer endless hiking opportunities, with trails that lead you through lush valleys and up rugged mountain ridges. Keep an eye out for wildlife like grizzly bears, moose, and caribou as you explore this pristine environment. Alternatively, consider a guided nature walk in the Kenai Fjords National Park, where the interplay of ice, ocean, and mountains creates a dramatic backdrop for your adventure.

For the Culture and History Enthusiasts

For those in your group with a passion for history and culture, Alaska’s rich heritage is waiting to be discovered. Begin your cultural exploration in Anchorage at the Anchorage Museum, where exhibits delve into the history and traditions of Alaska’s Indigenous peoples. The museum also features art and artifacts from the state’s Russian and Gold Rush eras. Continue your journey in Skagway, a town steeped in Gold Rush history, where your group can walk the streets once traveled by fortune seekers and visit the Klondike Gold Rush National Historical Park. Don’t miss the opportunity to witness the art of totem pole carving in Ketchikan, where you can learn about the stories and traditions behind these towering symbols of Alaska’s Native cultures.

For the Relaxation Seekers

If your group is looking to unwind and soak in the tranquility of Alaska, there are plenty of serene spots to choose from. A stay at a cozy lodge overlooking the pristine shores of Lake Clark offers the perfect escape. Here, your group can enjoy the simple pleasures of nature, from watching the northern lights dance across the sky to listening to the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. For a more luxurious retreat, consider booking a stay at the Chena Hot Springs Resort, where natural hot springs provide a soothing end to a day of exploring. The resort also offers opportunities for aurora viewing and dog sledding, ensuring a balanced mix of relaxation and adventure.

Alternatively, set sail on a small cruise through the stunning fjords and bays of Alaska’s Inside Passage. This leisurely journey allows your group to marvel at the rugged coastline and abundant marine life, all from the comfort of a well-appointed ship. It's the perfect way to unwind while still taking in Alaska's breathtaking beauty.

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Suriname, a jewel nestled in the northeastern corner of South America, boasts a rich history and breathtaking beauty that captivates visitors from around the globe. This small yet diverse country is often referred to as the "beating heart of the Amazon" due to its lush rainforests, winding rivers, and abundant wildlife.

The history of Suriname is as diverse as its landscape. Originally inhabited by indigenous peoples such as the Arawaks and Caribs, Suriname was later colonized by the Dutch in the 17th century. The legacy of Dutch colonization is evident in Suriname's architecture, language, and culture, as well as in its diverse population, which includes descendants of African slaves, Indian and Javanese indentured laborers, Chinese immigrants, and indigenous groups.

Despite the challenges of colonization and slavery, Suriname's people have persevered, creating a vibrant and unique cultural tapestry. This diversity is celebrated through festivals, music, dance, and cuisine, with influences from Africa, India, Indonesia, China, and Europe blending harmoniously.

Suriname's natural beauty is unparalleled. The country is home to vast tracts of pristine rainforest, teeming with exotic flora and fauna. Visitors can explore dense jungles, meandering rivers, and towering waterfalls, encountering colorful birds, elusive jaguars, and playful river dolphins along the way. Suriname's interior is a paradise for adventure seekers, offering opportunities for hiking, birdwatching, kayaking, and even eco-friendly lodges for immersive stays.

Beyond its untamed wilderness, Suriname also boasts stunning coastal landscapes. The capital city, Paramaribo, is a UNESCO World Heritage Site renowned for its well-preserved colonial architecture, bustling markets, and vibrant nightlife. Along the coast, pristine beaches beckon sunseekers, while offshore, coral reefs teem with marine life, offering world-class diving and snorkeling experiences.

But perhaps the true beauty of Suriname lies in its people. Warm, welcoming, and proud of their cultural heritage, Surinamese are known for their hospitality and sense of community. Whether sharing a meal of spicy roti, dancing to the rhythms of kaseko music, or simply swapping stories under the shade of a mango tree, Suriname's people embody the spirit of unity in diversity.

In every corner of Suriname, from the misty rainforests to the sun-drenched coast, visitors are greeted with warmth and wonder. With its rich history, stunning landscapes, and vibrant culture, Suriname truly stands as a hidden gem waiting to be discovered.

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[kinsmade1]

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Marriott International anuncia el reciente nombramiento de su lider Ricardo Calo como Chief Continent Lodging Officer para la region de Caribe y America Latina

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[clywcanada]

The Klondike and Ditch hit retailers worldwide tonight.

[kindtobechurlish]

Some assholes would see “the carpenter”, to not do anything today, but they just insist on being in the lodge with whites. Some negro, he isn’t making cabinets, cubbies, the like, but he would hear of “work” and wants you to teach him like it is 1865. He could be a Carib, so now he doesn’t want to talk ragtime because of the island girl, and in it see island mentality.

Some fucks see that the Middle East doesn’t have the infrastructure america and Germany, the UK, does, and then you see capitals to ignore the country. See it, to see oil, to see incompetent people. Now, some fucks insist they put on the ball cap and “build,” a white teaches them, “the negro is condemned”, and now you see me sit a seat to say you are loony if you want that. What to do after a day of building, flag football with the troops of “Gad” and numbers of “Meni?” Things about the frame? Well, imagine insurance to picture the “highest” possible deal, and now you see talk. Who manufactured it, the Hungarian? Is the Hungarian making you want to go to Hungry? I want no parts with negroland, I’ll tell you about it and it is communist with incompetent people.. now, spicks want to “build” because of the lepers.

[travelingtheusa]

CANADA - BRITISH COLUMBIA

2023 Jun 25 (Sun) – Today was a very looooong day.  We left Sikanni at 8:00 a.m.  The drive was 240 miles.  It took us and our 3 three rigs six hours to arrive at Toad River Lodge.  The scenery along the way was fantastic.  The group spotted 7 bears (we only saw 2) and 2 caribou.  Someone else reported seeing stone sheep and big horn sheep during their drive.

    �� After we inspected the campsites (I think there are 21 in the campground), we assigned spaces then greeted each group as they came in.  The fifth and last group arrived around 5 p.m.  During the drive, we stopped in Tetsa River to buy cinnamon buns.

      We went to dinner in the café with Johnny & Linda.  The food was OK but expensive.   Afterward, we held a travel meeting in a tent site area.  Everyone is very upbeat and excited about the trip.

2023 Jun 24 (Sat) – It was a decent drive today – about 150 miles.  We left Dawson Creek at 9 a.m. with 3 rigs and drove 3-1/2 hours to Sikanni River Campground.  Sikanni (pronounced SICK-A-NEE) is a small way station along the Alaska Highway.  The campground (if you could call it that) was a dirt field with back-ins along the tree line and some pull-thrus on the side.  Most folks had 30 amp electric.  Three of us had 15 amp service; just enough to power the refrigerator.

2023 Jun 23 (Fri) – Today was a free day.  Everyone was free to go off and do what they wanted.  Paul and I worked on the next few stops.  Beth pointed out a discrepancy in the itinerary. Apparently, we scheduled both the optional jeep tour of Denali National Park for the same day as the Husky Homestead Tour.  My heart was in my throat as I contacted the Husky Homestead folks and asked for a change.  Luckily, they were able to reschedule us for the next day and more luckily, we had nothing planned for that day.  Whew!

      At 6 p.m. we met back in Sudeten Hall for a travel meeting.  The group is coming together nicely.  There are good friendships being formed and the comradery is high. 

2023 Jun 22 (Thu) – At 9 a.m. we all met at the Walter Wright Pioneer Village for a self-guided tour of the village.  We broke everyone up into groups, the same arrangement as when they drove here.  Our five groups headed off in their different directions and seemed to enjoy the nostalgia.

       At 11:30 a.m. we gathered in Sudeten Hall for lunch catered by the Meat Doctor.  There was pulled pork, beef brisket, baked potato, cole slaw, strawberry cake, beverages and coffee.  Everything was delicious.

       A representative from the visitor center – Melissa – came in and gave a presentation to the group about the Alaska Highway and Dawson Creek.  After her hour-long slide show, she gave everyone a certificate attesting to the fact they were at Mile 0 of the Alaska Highway.

       We then all grabbed our jackets and sent to the Mile 0 Marker to take a group picture.  Paul took many individual shots as well.  Then Paul & I walked to the visitor center to pick up some post cards for the grandsons.  The docent told me where the post office was so we walked three block down main street to buy some stamps.  The post card stamps are the same as their first class stamps.  We walked back up main street, then returned to the campground.

     At 5 p.m., several people gathered for happy hour.  Joe brought out the dice to play a yard game.  It was fun.

2023 Jun 21 (Wed) - We left Whitecourt in Alberta at 8 a.m., leading 3 RVs.  The weather was clear (no rain, yay!) and the scenery was very nice.  The roads were long and straight with lots of trees.  The drive was over six hours.  We stopped in Beaver Lodge for lunch and took a picture with a giant beaver sculpture.

      Once we arrived, we figured out where everyone would go and set out the parking crew.  The last rig came in around 4 p.m.  It made for a very long day.  A small group gathered to socialize outside our rig around 6 p.m.  At 9, we came inside.  There was a one hour time change today which made for a longer day.  We are bushed!

[loiswolf]

Day 5 May 28 Gakona - Grizzly Lake 79kms

Yesterday afternoon I spent an enjoyable 90 minutes or more talking to my hosts Mel and Jerry while my clothes were being washed and dried.

First Mel helped me sort out my accommodation for tonight by making a phone call to this place I’m in now. It’s a camping ground with cabins. The internet is unusable, there’s no TV, the water in the cabin doesn’t work because the pipes are still frozen, but it’s a nice new (not quite finished ) cabin with a comfy bed, coffee maker, fridge ( not really essential in this weather) and microwave. I haven’t paid yet because they weren’t able to process my card on their phones so I’ve offered to do a bank transfer later. I really hope they’re not charging me the full amount because there are so many things lacking.

Anyway, back to yesterday. Mel makes the most delicious cinnamon rolls! I had one with coffee, then when we realised I wouldn’t be able to purchase anything for dinner tonight, she gave me some moose stew to have for dinner last night and keep the one I bought in Glenallen for tonight. The moose stew was pretty good.

This morning I was slightly delayed by talking to my neighbours in the adjoining cabin, Becky and Jeff.

Becky is wearing an amazing coat made by the indigenous people out of the pelts of several different animals.

She also was kind enough to give my some Echinacea which is exactly what I needed. I’ve been feeling fine on the bike but have been coughing a lot in the evenings. They were a lovely couple so I cycled off in good spirits. Receiving a nice email from my friend Peter from Tewantin also made a great start to the day.

Todays ride started with a 2km hill. As usual I don’t mind climbing first thing when my legs are fresh as it helps to warm up. It was pretty cold today. I knew todays ride was going to be slightly uphill but that didn’t matter too much as it wasn’t overly long. Tomorrow will be much longer but mostly slightly downhill.

The outlook was all forest so there was not much to do except look for bears again. It improved a bit after a while.

A few caribou ( or something) ran on the road in front of me just before I reached halfway. I knew there was going to be somewhere to stop so when I saw the ‘Red Eagle Lodge’, I assumed that was it.

I let myself in through the side door ( nobody locks anything here) and was met by Judy, the owner. I asked if I might be able to get a coffee and she invited me to help myself to her coffee and leftover breakfast from her guests. The coffee was the best I’ve had for a long time, made with her pride joy, an Australian Breville machine. I enjoyed a bagel and pocketed a boiled egg for later while chatting to Judy. She then suggested I inspect her cabins which were all beautifully appointed. I was sorry I wasn’t staying there because they were not on any online accommodation forums and I hadn’t been able to find out how much they charged. I advised her to get on Airbnb so people could book online but she is 80yo and not confident with IT things.

After an extended break I cycled on again. A couple of kms up the road I saw the gas station where I was actually supposed to stop. Oops!

The afternoon ride was pretty uneventful except for a couple of long slow hills. I took this photo crossing a bridge so you can see how the river is still frozen in places. Rain started just before I arrived at my destination. By the time my hostess was showing me to my cabin, it was hailing! Glad I got in when I did.

I better go try and pay now and hopefully the internet will be good enough at the house for me to post this.

[quoththemaven]

2022′s Favoritest Live Tunes

Aaaaaaaand 2022 = shows back praise be 😇 Plenty of gold in them hills, from a return to Indio to my first time seeing Sparks, Mitski, Nick Cave, IDLES, Danny Elfman, Japanese Breakfast, Turnstile, Bartees Strange, My Chemical Romance, Let’s Eat Grandma and The Smile, to a league-leading 14th time seeing The Smashing Pumpkins.

2023 = the year of the Kilby Block Party in Salt Lake City 😍

Sparks - Walt Disney Concert Hall (2/8)

The War on Drugs - Shrine Auditorium (2/26)

Mitski - Shrine Expo Hall (3/3)

Nick Cave & Warren Ellis - Orpheum (3/10)

Wet Leg - Fonda (3/30)

Coachella - 4/22-24

Phoebe Bridgers - Coachella (4/22)

Spiritualized - Coachella (4/22)

PUP - Coachella (4/22)

The Avalanches - Coachella (4/22)

Run the Jewels - Coachella (4/22)

IDLES - Coachella (4/22)

Billie Eilish - Coachella (4/23)

Danny Elfman - Coachella (4/23)

Hot Chip - Coachella (4/23)

Japanese Breakfast - Coachella (4/23)

Turnstile - Coachella (4/23)

Caribou - Coachella (4/23)

Fatboy Slim - Coachella (4/24)

Viagra Boys - Coachella (4/24)

David Letterman - Fonda Theater (5/6)

John Mulaney - Hollywood Bowl (5/7)

Liz Phair: Don't Holdyrbreath

Gen X Festival - Walt Disney Concert Hall (5/10)

Sigur Ros - Shrine Auditorium (5/19)

Wolf Parade - Troubadour (5/20)

Interpol, Modest Mouse, The Shins, MIA, Bloc Party, Franz Ferdinand, The Hives, Wolf Parade, Peaches, The Raveonettes - Just Like Heaven (5/21)

Jack White - YouTube Theater (6/1)

Cloud Cult - Lodge Room (7/8)

Sharon Van Etten, Angel Olsen, And Julien Baker - Greek Theatre (7/28)

The National/Bartees Strange - KettleHouse Amphitheater (8/8)

Chvrches/Grace Jones - Hollywood Bowl (9/25)

My Chemical Romance - Forum (10/15 & 17)

Tegan and Sara - Fonda Theater (11/15)

Smashing Pumpkins/Jane’s Addiction (11/19)

Let’s Eat Grandma - Regent (11/23)

Ginuwine - The Best Man Premiere (12/7)

Death Cab for Cutie/Yo La Tengo - Greek Theatre (10/21)

The Smile - Shrine Auditorium (12/21)

[tonkivelo]

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