camp counselor!Joel Miller x f!reader | 3.4K | read on AO3
Summary: Joel Miller, the new head counselor at Camp Happy Trail, makes sure this summer will be one you won't forget.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! No outbreak AU. '80s AU. Think Camp Crystal Lake vibes w/o the murders. Set in 1980. Mention of another p-boi. Mention of semi-public sex. Accidental voyeurism. Fingering. F!masturbation. Joel is a bully AND has a big đ. Kissing. Breast/nipple play. One spank. F!oral. Unprotected piv. Creampie. Mention of pregnancy (not reader). Cheating. Secret fmf threesome (makes sense in context). M!oral. Cum swallowing. Reader is early-to-mid-twenties, able bodied, with breasts and vagina, but otherwise undescribed. Feel free to imagine Game Joel or Show Joel.
Adriana's note: another little thing in my wips for a few weeks, and I really wanted to have it out by the end of summer. This was inspired by a fantasy an idea of Joel in 1980s short shorts (this look should definitely make a comeback)
dividers by @/strangergraphics-archive đ
JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST
SUMMER 1980
You love your summer job as counselor at Camp Happy Trail. You love being outdoors, helping the campers with swimming, canoeing, hiking, learning about nature. Youâve looked forward to it every summer since high school.
This year is different. Thereâs a new head counselor in town, and heâs trouble in the form of Joel Miller.
Heâs tall, broad, graying, and stern. His dark brown eyes apprise every counselor in front of him as the group gathers on the campâs front lawn two weeks before opening day. He goes over the rules and expectations of all staff members. You pay attention even though itâs the same old drill: no fucking around during working hours, make sure the campers are safe at all times, please report injuries and have them sent to the nurses station, et cetera. You could recite the rules by heart.
Only one thing has you concerned.
You raise your hand to speak. Joel glances over at you but continues talking, stressing the importance of keeping away from drugs and alcohol during the next two weeks, especially once the campers come on opening day. You know all that. Still, you wait with your hand raised until Joel sighs, giving you time to speak.
âWhat happened to Frankie?â
Joel tries really hard not to roll his eyes. âFrancisco Morales wonât be here to help us set up. Heâll be here on the campâs opening day.â He snorts, arms crossed as he eyes you up and down. âWhat, is he your boyfriend or somethinâ?â
âNo..â you reply, unable to stop the embarrassment from creeping up your spine. Of course you and Frankie hadnât set any firm definitions about what you are, but the past two years youâve spent here have also been spent by fucking him in the woods during early morning hikes, blowing him in the storage shed, and sneaking him into your cabin to have him go down on you all night.
You have his number, but thereâs been no answer when youâve called before driving up to the campsite. You wonder whatâs keeping him from being here.
Piper, the girl youâve hated since youâve been counselors together these past few years, shoots a smug look your way as the meeting is adjourned, and she walks off with Joelâs arm around her waist. She glances over her shoulder at you, giving you the finger.
Sheâs just jealous because Frankie chose you over her two years ago. She hasnât let you alone in peace since.
Joel is a hard task master. At dawn he has the counselors up and jogging through the trail in the woods and chopping firewood before breakfast. Swim safety is in the afternoon when the heat is at its worst, the air humid with the scent of sunblock and stagnant lake water. At the very least youâre given some time to lay out in the sun afterward, drying off on the warm boards of the dock.
Back at the cabins only two people are unaccounted for â Piper and Joel. The other counselors make crude guesses as to where they are and what theyâre doing. Youâre elected to go and find them before it gets dark. Piper has dinner duty and Maya refuses to do all the cooking alone.
Slipping on your jean shorts, your towel slung over your shoulders to catch the water droplets from your still-damp hair, you set out in search of Joel and Piper.
The sun is just starting to set when you find them in a thick copse of trees near the edge of the forest, Piper pressed against a tree as Joelâs fingering her, his hand down the front of her red bikini bottom as he plunges inside her, head bent close to her ear, muttering dirty things. You stop, half-hidden by the trees as you watch them, your own pussy growing wet just bearing witness. You know you should turn and leave, forget you ever saw this, just tell the others that Piper and Joel are coming back soon.
But youâre frozen to the spot, watching them in the secrecy of the woods, your own hand ghosting over your clothed clit, imagining what Joelâs thick, rough fingers must feel like.
Thereâs a sharp snap of a twig that echoes in the air, causing Piper and Joel to quickly part. Youâre already hurrying down the path, shame and lust heating your cheeks.
Everyone is split up in pairs, the counselor bunks only small enough to house two comfortably, and unfortunately Joel assigns you and Piper together. You tell yourself itâll just be a couple months and most days will be too busy for you to have to deal with her very much.
Piper grabs the top bunk before you have a chance to claim it. But once youâre settled in the bottom, she makes you switch back after she finds a spiderweb too close to the ceiling.
But even your nights canât be peaceful. Joel sneaks in after lights out, and you have to endure the soft giggles and moans coming from the bunk below you. The entire bed frame rocks with Joelâs thrusts as he fucks your bunkmate.
Great, just great.
They make no effort to hide whateverâs going on between them. His hand is permanently on her ass, barely clothed in the camp counselor uniform shorts, his entire paw covering her ass cheek. The others donât notice or donât care, too caught up in their own romantic entanglements.
It only makes you miss Frankie more. Out here in the woods you have no way of contacting him except through the main office line, but Joel stands right in front of anyone who wants to call home, dials the number on the rotary phone, and waits with arms crossed as the call is made. Nobody does personal calls while heâs in charge.
You try to keep yourself busy with helping get the camp ready. The grass near the cabins is maintained, repairs are made to the buildings themselves (which Joel oversees, and you canât help but to check him out a little while heâs fixing the sign above the infirmary â he looks too good with a hammer), checking that the generators are working properly, and that the electrical system and water pressure are good.
Thereâs so much to do that by the time you climb up into your bunk you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.
The only thing that could possibly wake you is Joel fucking Piper in the bunk below yours.
Joelâs grunts and groans, paired with Piperâs moaning and gasping, keep you awake. You lose count of how many rounds they go, the entire bed bunk frame shaking with their movements. And at one point you canât help it as your fingers travel beneath your sleep shorts, finding your wet pussy and tracing your slit. Two fingers fit inside you easily as you lift your legs to get comfortable. Closing your eyes you start fucking yourself on your hand, imagining Joelâs fingers inside of you instead of yours.
Youâre trying desperately to keep your whimpering to a minimum but you doubt theyâll hear you over their own sounds. Your fingers match the pace of Joelâs thrusts, though you imagine his cock is a lot bigger than your two fingers combined. And the way heâs been fucking Piper for almost an hour solidifies the fact that his stamina is good.
Your fingers glide over your clit, circling and swiping, your hips arching up as you chase the friction you so desperately need for your release as you listen to Piperâs moans and Joelâs increasing grunts. Eyes squeezed tight you plunge your fingers as deep as you can, timing it just right with Piperâs final, momentous scream. You try to keep as quiet as possible as your release coats your hand, clit throbbing, legs quaking.
Joel corners you after breakfast the next morning, barring you from following the others to the field where a soccer match was planned. Instead he drags you to the boat shed. You hate it there. Itâs dusty and cramped and there are cobwebs in the corners.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, your heart in your throat as Joel peers down at you, something unreadable in his deep brown eyes.
âWhatâs wrong?â he mimics you. âYou think I donât know you were gettinâ yourself off to me and Piper last night?â
The blood drains from your face, leaving you cold. âWh-what?â
âStop actinâ innocent. You werenât exactly quiet. Piper was laughinâ at you, sayinâ youâre a lonely little virgin.â
âIâm not a virgin,â you tell him tersely.
âReally?â Joelâs voice is full of derision. âProve it.â
The blood drains from your face. âH-how?â
âYouâre a smart girl. You know how.â But just to be mean he explains it in detail. âHow about you bend overââ he slaps the hull of a nearby canoe and puts his hand on your lower back, pressuring you towards it. â--pull those pretty little short-shorts down and let me check for myself.â
âYouâre not serious,â you sputter.
âYou afraid or somethinâ?â he smirks.
Youâre not afraid per se. But youâre definitely wet enough so that heâll tease you if he finds out. âOf course not,â you stand up to him boldly.
He looks amused by this, and the way he cups his bulge in his own shorts shows heâs more than a little turned on. Your eyes drop down to where his thick cock is hardening under the skin-tight fabric.
With determination in your eyes, youâre certain of yourself when you reach up and grab Joel by the nape of his neck, kissing him. His eyes go wide at the initial shock of surprise, but then they close, a deep and satisfied growl in his chest as he kisses you back, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your gasp turns into a soft moan as his large paw on your lower back presses you closer to him, rubbing his hard-on against you.
âI bet this pussyâs already soaked,â he mutters, finally breaking from the kiss to nip at your neck. âBut first..â he pulls away, a devilish look in his eye. âLift up that shirt, honey, and lemme see those pretty titties.â
You scoff despite the fact that you are indeed soaked, but youâre already this far in. You might as well go all the way. You lift up your shirt, your white lacy bra on full display. Joelâs big meaty hands pull down the cups, palming your tits with his rough bare hands, bouncing them in his palms. âLook at these.. you gonna lemme suck âem?â
Fuck. This isnât going how you expected but you canât complain. You nod and he immediately pulls you close, picking you up and pinning you against the canoe as he takes your nipple in his mouth, groaning, using his free hand to pinch your other nipple. âSo sweet,â he groans, releasing off you with a wet pop before sucking on the other.
âJoel!â you gasp, a fresh wave of wetness seeping through your underwear.
âDonât worry, Iâm gettinâ there,â he mumbles, helping you shimmy out of your shorts and pressing you forward against the boat. He lands a quick spank across your ass cheek, chuckling at the way your flesh jiggles and the sound of your yelp. Then he spreads your cheeks wide. âLook at that.. pretty as the morninâ dew..â He kneels down and laps at your honey, making you moan. Almost too late you catch yourself, muffling your own sounds with your palm.
His large, rough hand trails down your spine, keeping you in place as the thick head of his cock slides through your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing you as he slides between your cheeks. You mewl in protest as he chuckles. âMaybe youâre right, maybe youâre not a virgin. Not the way youâre actinâ so greedy for my cock. Well darlinâ, take it..â
He eases into you, using shallow thrusts and you canât help but exhale, the rush of breath leaving you in surprise before he angles you down, sliding in to the hilt. âYouâre full of me now,â he grunts out, holding steady to your hips. âGod damn, tighter than a nunâs asshole.â
Your walls flutter around him with each stroke, your hands bracing you against the smooth wood of the upturned canoe. You whimper in time with each smooth thrust. Each time Joel bottoms out you feel it deep in your belly, probably deeper than anyoneâs ever gone.
âWish you could see how youâre soakinâ me,â Joel grunts, giving a few quick thrusts to let you hear the sound of your sloppy pussy. âHow do you like it, darlinâ? You want me to make a mess of you inside, or do you need me to pull out and shove this cock down your throat so you can swallow my load?â
âI-inside,â you pant. âI have an IUD.â
âThatâs a relief,â Joel mutters, speeding up, one big hand wrapping around your front to tickle your clit. âCâmon, baby, need you to come on my cock before I bust inside you..â
He slows down just enough for you to work your way up to it, the heat building in your belly and your core, moaning at the way he lifts your hips to meet each thrust, sweat gathering at your temples. âJoel,â you whine, thinking of nothing but the way heâs fucking and filling and stretching your cunt. With an expertly angled thrust home you fall apart, moaning his name as you squeeze around him, and he picks up the pace, slamming into you until he swells inside you, his hot cum painting your walls. His cock is still twitching in the aftershocks when he finally releases his grip on your hips and pulls out of you. You quickly shove your underwear and shorts back on to catch his leavings already starting to leak out.
âSmart girl, beinâ on birth control,â Joel mutters, stuffing himself back into his own shorts. âI wish Piper was responsible like that.â
You school your features into nonchalance after you pull your shirt back down. Thereâs a little stab of guilt when you realize youâve just fucked your bunkmateâs boyfriend.. even if she is a bitch. âWhat do you mean?â you ask innocently.
He reddens, as if he shouldnât have spoken. âYouâre sworn to secrecy, alright? Piperâs pregnant.â
âWhat?â Joel immediately clamps his hand over your mouth. He still smells like sex.
âShut. Up,â he warns. âIf I find out you told anyone else youâre packinâ your bags and goinâ home. Understand?â
You nod and whisper âYes,â when he removes his hand. âItâs yours?â
He scoffs. âShe says so. Stillâ not a peep. Got it?â
Piper becomes grumpy when Joelâs visits make an abrupt stop. But sheâs no bitchier than usual, likely trying to get back into Joelâs good graces. Little does she know heâs only stopped coming to her because heâs taken up fucking you instead â in the storage shed, in the empty cots in the infirmary, the walk-in pantry in the kitchen. He maintains the position that he doesnât like you very much while youâre in front of the others, sometimes giving you tasks you have to complete on your own â with the sole purpose of finding you to hook up.
The last night before the campers are due, everyone lets loose. Couples sneak off into the woods with sleeping bags and sinful intentions, some stay on the pier by the lake, drinking and laughing.
Youâre the only one whoâs made it to your bunk at an appropriate hour, wanting a full nightâs rest before the big day. But your sleep is interrupted when Joel and Piper come in, slamming the door behind them, all over each other, kissing and giggling. With a silent groan you put your pillow over your head, already expecting to drown out the noises theyâre about to make, which are going to keep you up all night.
Theyâre in the bottom bunk, a little quieter now that their mouths are busy. But soon thereâs that familiar rocking rhythm and the sound of Piperâs moans and squeals, coming to a crescendo. Once again Joelâs stamina is off the charts. Youâre in the middle of pleasuring yourself, two fingers shoved as deep as you can go, when everything stops and you hear Joel murmuring. Thereâs a creak as he gets out of the bunk, and Piper giggles as he positions her facing away. Now Joelâs eye level with your bunk and you gasp as you come face to face with him. He winks at you.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â you whisper as quietly as you can.
âShe caught up with me. I couldnât shake her,â he explains just as softly. âDonât leave me hanginâ, sweetheart. Bring that pretty pussy to my face.â
Without hesitating you lift up your nightdress, scooting to the edge of the bed, thighs spread around Joelâs face as he fucks into Piper â oblivious to everything going on â in the bottom bunk. Heâs got his dick buried in her while heâs eating you out. Youâve never experienced anything hotter.
You hear Piperâs staccato cries as Joel pounds into her from behind, his own moans humming through your flesh, heightening your arousal, your clit standing at attention between Joelâs lips, his mustache tickling your soft skin. You already know youâre going to come when your legs start shaking, toes curling at the waves of pressure building up in your very core.
âJoel!â you try to whisper as softly as possible. âJoel!.. Iâm gonna come!â
He only smacks harder into Piper, her own cries louder than yours. âCome for me,â he whispers back, the tip of his tongue giving one teasing swirl around your pearl before he dives back in. Your back arches off the bed, lightning shooting through your veins as your cunt pulses, drenching Joelâs mouth as you come. He groans, licking up every drop, watching you through his lashes. âGood girl,â he whispers, backing off when you become too sensitive, his lips warm on your inner thigh, stubble scratching at your soft skin as he pulls off of Piper, turning her around so sheâs sucking him off.
You hear her moaning and sighing, gagging on his cock. Meanwhile Joel lazily fingers you, scissoring his digits inside your sloppy pussy, his eyes black and glossy while Piper deep-throats him. Your fingers card through his hair as you ignore the softening of your heart in seeing him so tame and vulnerable.
Your name is on his lips but he moans Piper just in the nick of time, his breaths growing unsteady as he comes close to the end, getting ready to bust in Piperâs mouth. You take his head in your cupped hands. âCome, Joel.. give her what she wants,â you whisper. He groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as he fucks his girlfriendâs throat, stilling at last, his features tensing then relaxing as Piper gasps softly, swallowing his thick load.
The next day Joel treats you the same as he always has. Everyoneâs minds are on the Opening Day festivities ahead, even if some of the counselors look like theyâve only had a couple hoursâ sleep. Youâre bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, not just because of last night, but because youâre genuinely excited for summer camp to officially begin.
The campers hurry out of the stuffy buses and onto the rolling green grass, toting duffel bags, wearing the gold and blue camp tees and ball caps, eager for their summer to begin. Everyone is assigned to a counselor, and as soon as your group is ready you start to lead them to their cabin. You have a full day ahead: a quick icebreaker so everyone can become acquainted, a scavenger hunt that will enable the kids to work as a team, then a game of capture the flag, then lunch. You have your day cut out for you, and in the back of your mind you wonder if youâll cross paths with Joel again..
Your thoughts are interrupted by someone shouting back at the buses. All the counselors turn to look, surprise written on their faces as they find one more latecomer to Camp Happy Trail.
Frankie Morales, adjusting the Standard Oil cap on his head, dark curls already sticking to the sweat on his neck, hurries off the last bus. His royal blue camp tee clings to his torso like sin, accentuating his broad frame. Youâre speechless when he reaches you, putting his arms around you and lifting you off the ground before landing a big kiss on your lips. The campers are grossed out, giggling and making faces.
When he pulls away, cupping your face in his hands, you can feel everyoneâs eyes on you, just as shocked as you are to see him finally arrive. âI missed you, babe,â he says, planting one more kiss on your forehead. âSo what have I missed?â
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On my hands and knees begging for any Bobby crumbs!! đđ
especially like that changing room drabble bc IK heâs a whore with a mile long exhibitionism kink đââïž so what else is he into???
content <đ .á 18+, complete filth.
what else is he into ???
for all intents and purposes, bobby is malleable.
he has his own preferences, of course. itâs just that mostly heâs into whatever youâre into ⊠because he canât believe he has you, and anything you do makes his dick hard and above everything, he loves pleasing you. he loves touching you and having his hands wherever they can reach, loves feeling your warmth and how real you are. especially if weâre talking about a universe where he survives the backrooms. he lets out slutty noises and sucks in breaths through his teeth even when heâs just feeling you up a bit on the couch.
like, youâre a little high and want to ride him until neither of you can see straight? heâs down. need him to stuff his face between your thighs after a long, annoying day? heâs right there, coaxing you to lay down on your tummy because you both enjoy it the most when he eats you out from the back. want to try out something specific? heâs already practicing how to work it into his dirty talk. itâs a perfect system, but itâs beyond perfect when his nastiness shines through.
he likes working for it.
** it makes his blood run hot in the best way when you donât give in so easy. he gets to take his time making you melt with his voice and touches. he kisses at your skin, teeth grazing over the soft expanse of your throat just enough to make you gasp and place your hands on his chest as if heâll really sink his teeth in he will. youâre still whining, still mumbling his name as a gentle warning while his fingers sink into the flesh above your hips. only to be met with filthy words drawled over your earâ âcâmon, let me make you feel good, sweet girl. doesnât that sound nice? can bend you riiight over and make you forget why youâre second guessing it, wanna have you drooling on the counter like last time.â you shiver in his arms, and he knows heâs won you over.
he likes being a little mean.
** enough to make you sniffly. condescending praise and very sweet degradation. he teases you for being so needy. loves having you in his lap or tucked into him in bed, your back pressed to his front as he rubs you through your panties and purrs over your ear. âyouâre so pathetic for being this worked up, babyâ i wasnât even gone for that long, only had one class.â he sighs, adding more pressure as he circles over your clit through the dampening cotton. your breath catches in your throat, your hips rut against his hand. he clicks his tongue with pity before pressing a kiss to the side of your face, feeling how hot your skin has become against him. âwhat the fuck am i gonna do with you?â itâs whispered, it makes you pout despite your building orgasm and the way you can feel your heartbeat between your thighs, âmy needy girl.â
again, he likes doing things in places you shouldnât.
** i.e the changing room drabbleâ beyond that, heâs fucked you into the carpet in the basement of the store a few times. clark blindly trusts you two to do inventory every few months ⊠somehow it always becomes you with your shorts around your ankles and bobbyâs hips rutting against the fullness of your ass while you claw at the carpeting. sometimes he films it, for your home video collection. he loves watching you lose yourself for him somewhere that isnât the sanctuary of your apartment. âbobby, bobbyâ gonna get caught!â âshhh. relax, baby. youâre taking it so fuckinâ good alreadyâ donât start whining now, not when youâre this close to making a mess for me.â itâs never enough. heâs fucked you on the beach, in an alley after getting jealous at the bar, and heâs tried the library many many times.
he likes making a mess of your pretty face.
** this isnât one that he fights for a lot but god, when you do finally sink to your knees for him and settle yourself between his, he becomes the biggest head pusher. heâs praising you while you undo his belt and tug at it, âthatâs my girl âŠâ and the throaty groan he lets out, that borders on a growl, when you sink your mouth down on him makes your thighs squeeze together. heâs so good at guiding your movements, even when heâs babbling and gasping. âjust like that, baby. yâlook so pretty like thisâ with your mouth full of myâ fuck,â his words die in his throat as your own works him, his hips lifting off of the couch while a tear falls from your lashes and adds to the growing mess on your face. he has to yank you back up for air before you push yourself too hard, and both of you stare at each other with heaving chests for fleeting moment. before he grabs your jaw in his shaky hand and leans down to kiss your spit slick, used up mouth. heâs so in love with his sweet, equally perverted ân nasty girlfriend.
âthat one is interestingâ you remark leaning over his shoulder as he holds open the book on his desk. You were discussing artwork for what would become your shared chambers. Baelor wanted you to feel comfortable there, welcomed, like it was truly both of your space and not just his.
âAnd is that because you truly enjoy it or are you drawn to it because itâs red and think I will prefer that?â He inquired.
âwellâŠa bit of both I suppose my prince-â
Baelor, he had told you to not bother with the title any longer. Heâd feel like a fool if his wife called him my prince all throughout the day. You needed to become comfortable with just saying BaelorâŠor at least My husband. Heâd be happy with anything other than his official title across the realm.
âI do prefer blues. Are there ones of a similar design in blue Baelor?â You attempted honesty and casualness at the same time. Which made the man smile, he was pleased, his canines flashing made that indisputable in your nervous mind.
âblue, that is a calming color.â He flipped through some of the pages quickly. âIs that how you wish to feel in our chambers?â
You went red in the face. He seemed a bit startled by the reaction which made you even more unsure if heâd intentionally been trying to draw it out of you.
Your fingers nervously fiddled with your skirt. âI must admit, I know not how to feel in our chambers.â You were nervous, you hoped he did not take offense to the admission but he seemed reasonable and level headed enough that he would not find your worries and uncertainty insulting.
âYouâll still have a separate room, one that is solely yours if you feel called to rest there after we wed, I will not invade the space.â You were young, far too young for him if he was being truthful but there was also something about your innocence that he felt drawn to. You were honest, more honest that woman closer to his age would be if they found themselves in your position. Baelor found a blue design and he sat back a bit so you could see the tapestry illustration better.
You leaned over to look at it closer, finger coming out along the page to trace it. âThis one is pretty.â You were glad to think about decor rather than room arrangements for a moment. The prospect of sharing a bed with Prince Baelor has been taking up much of your daily thinking!
âsit,â his hand touches your side, you were already so close to him but he finally broke the touch barrier. Heâd held your hand in the gardens, kissed your cheek when the courtship was agreed upon but outside of that he has been the perfect gentlemen.
You glance to the door where a guard stood, worry all over your face.
âyou will be my wife within the fortnight, we can share a seat my lady.â He assured. Though you were hardly sharing a seatâŠtruly you were just sitting atop his lap.
âthere we are,â his hand smoothed down your skirts and his palm rested over your outer thigh to keep you sat security against him. âNow we can both look.â It was a kind explanation to give for your current positioning.
You nodded and leaned forward just a bit to flip one of the pages. Baelors eyes glided from your fingers against the parchment up your arm, to your round shoulder and down your back to where he could feel your bottom against his left thigh.
You fit perfectly against him. He missed being this close to somebody. It had been so long since Jena was alive, and even longer since she would have done something like sit in his lap and just let him look at her.
Observing was his favorite pastime, he had to do it all day long for political matters, he missed getting to do it for pleasure.
âYour hand is half the size of the book.â
âsorry?â You then, and the small hand that heâd been fixated on was suddenly pressed to his other leg because you were shifting to look back at him.
âyour hand,â his long fingers trailed over it and he wrapped around your wrist pulling it up so it waivers din the air between you both. âIs so small.â He exhaled, mismatched eyes burning into your own. your fingers twitched as you attempted to find something reasonable to say, but all your could think about was about his fingers were currently devouring your wrist.
âhold yours out.â You smiled slightly when he complied and his hand let go of you, his hand laying knuckle down against his thigh. You held the table to shift back to face forward before laying your hand over his.
âso large.â You swallowed snd Baelors fingers curled until they eventually touched the tips of yours. âWill there be a desk in our bedchambers?â
Baelor had to fight the urge to chuckle at the question. He wasnât sure where exactly you were going with it but he did find it charming that you even considered that there was possibly of him not having a desk in his bedchambers.
âaye, unless that is distasteful to you?â His hand that has remained on your lap shifted, slightly, and when you seemed to not stir be wrapped that arm fully around your midsection.
âNo, I wish for there to be one.â You admitted and leaned back against him until your head rests against his shoulder. âI like sitting with you.â The pretty flush was back. Eyes still locked on his hand and how you barely reached beyond his palm no matter how much you stretched your fingers out.
âThen our marriage will be quite joyousâŠfor I like when you are sat here with me.â He said finally curling your hand up with his. âI think there will be a great deal more that I enjoy about you mâlady.â He said pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of yearsâfar longer than settlers have been in Canadaâand made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotÄn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racismâlike Kashechewanâbecause it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
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