#cougars in your area

[anghraine]

My best friend and I moved in together with his closest friend from his MA program, and while I had met her before (the friend; my bff is a man), we hadn't spent much time together because I've never lived away from the West Coast (and only two years out of the PNW) and she's never lived outside of North Carolina and only briefly visited the PNW once, when she went to Portland last year.

It's been a delight to show her around the PNW and realize we need to explain things that are just sort of omnipresent in our lives. The bff and I were casually griping with each other about having to run an errand to Trader Joe's at an inconvenient hour, and were telling her, "it's okay, you can stay in the car and avoid the people if you want" and she was like "NO I MUST SEE IT, I'VE ONLY HEARD OF THEM" and nearly ascended to another plane when we showed her around the store.

The bff and I grew up in the same town in NW Washington (him for his first 18 years, me from 9 to 19) and he lived in Bellingham and Seattle for years before he went to NC for grad school (I went to the SF Bay Area for mine, a very different experience). Both of them are hardcore coffee aficionados, but he struggled with the different Coffee Ways of the South, so for the true PNW experience they want to tour various indie coffeeshops next.

Also, she adores Kaidan in Mass Effect and we were like, oh, is your passport up to date? We could take a trip sometime and show you your boyfriend's beloved English Bay. It's very beautiful :)

her: O_O

me: Actually, it's worth going to Vancouver BC for its own sake as well, it's truly spectacular. We used to go all the time as kids.

bff: And Victoria!

her: O_O

[home-and-having-tea]

Horror videos that are like "this man.... heard the horrifying screams... of a demon... while in the woods....." and they show the audio and its literally like a coyote or cougar or some shit.

[symbiodyke]

have yall heard about the 8yo that got attacked by a cougar a couple days ago?

yesterday I didn't know yet, was on a trail nearish where I'm camping nd encountered cougar danger signs on one of the forks in the trail nd was like Huh. Wonder What Happened! and only learned later that night

and!!! the kid got attacked the night before I came in to camp and the ranger was like "hey be careful, there's been cougar sightings today and yesterday"

SIGHTINGS????? LMAO

[ekzonzz]

The reason of my collapse pt 2

[sweetchilibear]

[bloodibambiidoll]

What would happen if weird!girl was there during the scene with Hollis instead of Sophia?

(This is based off two asks I got. One about weird!girl finally clapping back & one about her being there during this scene. Also thank you for being so patient with me ik it’s been a while since I posted about them !!) Jealously/possessiveness, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, mentions of weird!girl & another man in the past, breeding kink 18+

You know it’s absolutely irrational to be as pissed off as you are right now. But watching Hollis bat her spider leg eyelashes and pucker her years full of filler smudged red lips at your fiancé while she leans over the table with her tits pushed out is making you want to rip her head off. At the beginning of you and Rafe’s relationship you probably would’ve ran in the bathroom and cried because you didn’t feel like you were right for him. You’re not that girl anymore. Rafe has given you so much confidence and security that now you’re walking toward them with a smug smile painted on your face. Everyone on the island knows you and Rafe are engaged and if she thinks you’re going to let her walk all over you like some scared little girl she can think the fuck again.

Your platform boots click against the stone floor as you march across the outdoor seating area with a purpose. Rafe’s scotch is clutched tightly in your ringed hand and the cold condensation on the glass is a welcome cool in comparison to the fire in your veins. Your tiny black dress whooshes as you walk, the slight breeze kicking it up just enough to almost show your ass that’s covered in Gucci fishnets. You’re sick and tired of everyone walking all over you. Men scoff at you and look down on Rafe for being with you. Women constantly flirt with him in front of you like you’re not even there and you’re at your limit. You slide your way under your fiancé’s arm and tuck yourself into his side before holding his drink to him.

“Here’s your drink, baby.” You look up at him with a devilish little smirk and he sends you one of those signature Rafe Cameron smirks right back. His eyes flash from your own to your lips to your tits before he grabs the glass from your hand and places a kiss on your temple.

“Aww, who’s this?” Hollis breaks you and Rafe out of your bubble, making you snap your head toward her with a look that could kill.

“You’re joking, right?” You scoff, and push past Rafe so you can get right up in her face. You paint a condescendingly sweet smile on your lips as your eyes roam over her form. It’s obvious her days as resident cougar are numbered, the build up of Botox is starting to make her face look puffy and that lipstick looks awful with her skin tone. She even has a little bit smeared on her teeth and you can tell she’s slightly tipsy.

“Not only have I lived on this island my entire fucking life, I used to fucking take care of your dogs when you and your husband - oops I mean, ex husband used to go on your little vacations.” You cup your hand onto the side of your cheek and lean in even closer to her so you can whisper-yell in her ear. “You know, before you cheated on him so much he couldn’t take it anymore. Such a waste really, he’s such a sweet, handsome man…”

“Excuse me?” Hollis quickly leans back and scoffs, her hand flying to her chest as if you hit her. Her eyes show a flash of hurt before hardening. “You really ought to learn some respect, young lady. I don’t think you realize what kind of pull I have around here. I could ruin you.” Her lips wear a sinister smile that you assume she thinks is threatening but it just makes you laugh.

“No, I think you need to learn some respect, actually.” You return her smile, but yours is far more sinister than anything she could ever muster up because the minute that Stanley Kubrick esc grin stretches across your lips the one on her own drops and she takes a step back. But you just take a step forward, staying inches away from her face while you tilt your head to the side. “Everyone on this goddamn island already can’t stand me. And they all know Rafe Cameron is mine. But only you and I know that Mr. Robison sought comfort in a young, tight, pussy when you first started stepping out on him.”

“You really are and always have been such a vile little girl.” She sneers down at you and you know you hit the exact nerve you were aiming for. “Jealousy really isn’t a cute look, by the way, dear.”

“It’s not jealousy. It’s possession.” Hollis has gradually been taking steps back from you as the conversation has gone on but you close the distance between the two of you so you can lean up and whisper directly in your ear. “Now get the fuck away from my man before I choke you so hard your eyes pop out of your skull.”

“Ugh! You are a psychotic little bitch!” Hollis stomps her red bottom heeled foot onto the ground with a low growl before turning and stomping off.

“Whose acting like a little girl now!” You yell after her with a laugh and it earns you a glare over her shoulder that you return with laughter. You’re still practically cracking up when you turn to face Rafe who is staring down at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You good baby? Thought you’d be proud of me.” You pout and your boyfriend's expression hardens as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body flush against his own.

“Oh, bats. I’m proud of you for standing on business, but…” Rafe's large hand grabs onto the back of your neck as leans down so he can practically growl into your ear. “You have some serious fuckin’ explaining to do. Mr. Robinson, huh? You fuck him?”

“And if I did? That was literally years ago before you ever thought twice about me, I think you’ll live.” Your voice holds a hint of defiance that you know for a fact is going to get your ass handed to you very shortly but if you’re being honest, that’s exactly what you want. It’s been a minute since you got Rafe riled up enough to fuck you until you can’t walk.

“You are so fucked. Car. Now. Start walking.”

-

“Tell me whose fuckin’ pussy this is.” Rafe has you bent over the arm of your expensive leather couch while his cock pounds deep into your dripping walls and his large palm shoves your face into the cushion below you. He ripped your dress over your head and tore your brand new gucci tights open at the crotch the minute he got you through the door. Your ass is beat red and decorated with welts the shape of his designer belt, your drool is dripping down your chin and your vision is blurry from your mascara running down your eyes. He fucking loves you like this.

“It’s yours! My whole body belongs to you, daddy!” The attitude you had earlier on in the night is starting to slip and you’re getting to the point that all you want is to come on Rafe’s cock as many times as he will allow you to. And so far? He’s been edging you for the last forty minutes.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. You’re my little whore.” Rafe’s fingers lace through your hair, his nails scratching your scalp as he gathers the strands between his digits and pulls them tight so he can yank your head back. He uses his grip for leverage as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. “Don’t wanna think about any other man touching you. Especially not some old fuck. As far as I’m fuckin’ concerned you were a virgin when we met.”

“Well, I wasn’t even close… Does that make you mad, daddy?” You let out a borderline evil chuckle as you let your tongue lull from your mouth while you look over your shoulder at him. His blue eyes are practically black from how dilated his pupils are, his nostrils are flared, and his lips are set into a snarl. You can’t help it that you love him like this. “Does it just drive you crazy that you’re not the only dick that’s been in this tight little pussy?”

“Shut your bratty little mouth, did I not beat that ass hard enough yet, huh? Do I need to pull out and make you watch me jerk off while I nut all over your dumb little face and leave you with nothing but a mess to clean up?” Rafe’s nails dig deeper into your scalp when his grip on your hair tightens. He pulls your back flush against his chest while his hips plow into yours, his thick cock stretching you out over and over with each thrust.

“What about you, huh?” You lace your arm around Rafe’s neck so you can drag your pointed nails down his skin. “Resident man slut? This all started because you were letting that dumb old bag fawn all over you with her tits in your face.”

Rafe pulls out of you and uses your hips to flip you onto your back. Your legs are dangling over the arm of the couch and your top half is bent flat against the cushion, propping your hips up so your pussy is on display to him. He lands a smack on your sopping wet cunt that verberates through the room and you barely have time to process before he’s dealing you with another one. His broad frame looms over you when he leans down to grip onto your throat and pin you to the plush leather.

“I was just appeasing her cause’ she was offering me a way I could make us more money.” He hits your pussy again before landing harsh smacks on your clit in succession. Rafe’s palm cups your cunt and he uses the heel of it to rub your clit roughly while he squeezes your throat so tight you see stars. He toys with your entrance with his thick fingers and then spreads your juices on his shaft. He pumps himself a few times before slamming back inside of you in one thrust. “You really think I’d ever trade this perfect fuckin’ cunt for anything in the world? You think you can go around talking about fucking men old enough to be your dad in front of me and not expect me to mark my territory? I’m gonna cover you in my fuckin’ cum.”

“Sounds like somebody is jealous.” You lick your lips and smile widely up at him while the hand on your throat makes your vision go fuzzy. The sound that leaves Rafe is near animalistic, he grips onto your thigh with his free hand and pins it to the arm of the couch. It spreads you wide and gives him the perfect view of his thick cock covered in your creamy juices as it slams inside you over and over again.

“It’s not jealousy, it’s possession.” Rafe mocks your words from earlier, his hand nearly cutting off your air supply before letting go and grabbing onto the back of your hair. He uses his grip to yank you up off the cushion and force your head down until you can see where you’re connected. His thrusts never falter as he manhandles you like a ragdoll.

“You see that shit? See your greedy little pussy swallowing my dick like it was made for her? Tell daddy again who owns that shit. Drop the attitude and tell me you’re my fuckin’ whore if you wanna come.”

“I’m your whore! Please let me come!” You whine as you writhe beneath him, your final resolve leaving you when he grabs onto both your wrists, suspending your back off the couch as he uses his grip on you to pull you back to meet his rapid thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s right, you’re my perfect little fuck doll. Mine to use, as I please, when I please.” You wrap your legs around his hips to pull him impossibly deeper and it has him growling and twitching inside you. “You gonna be a good girl and take my fuckin’ cum? Let me put a baby in you so all these bitches really know who you belong to?”

“Yes, fuck! Please give me your cum, wanna make you a daddy!” Rafe lets your body fall back down onto the couch so he can lean over you with his hands on either side of your head as he pumps his hips deep and hard into you. The angle has him hitting deeper than ever and each glide of his hips has his skin rubbing against your throbbing clit.

“Come on my cock, milk that shit, baby.” It’s like your body is programmed to listen to his words because that’s all it takes to have your walls pulsing around him as you gush around his thick shaft. You lean up and bite his chest before sucking hard on his skin, marking your territory. A few more rough thrusts of his hips and Rafe is coming right along with you. “Such a good girl, such a perfect, tight, pussy. Gonna give you a fuckin’ baby.” He babbles as his cock twitches inside of you and fills you with ropes of his cum. When he comes down from his high his body slumps against yours, his huge frame pining you awkwardly to the couch.

“Fuck.” You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and run your nails along his buzzed head. “That was so hot. But, you’re crushing me with your giant fucking body.”

“Yeah? I think you deserve it. I don’t think that was punishment enough for fucking Mr. Robinson before we ever got together.” Rafe groans dramatically as he lets more of his weight crush you.

“Well. I think you’ll be delighted to know that I never fucked him.” You say it in a sing-song tone that has Rafe’s head shooting up and his blue eyes locking with yours. “We just sexted. She found the pics on his phone and lost her shit.”

“Oh! You are such a little shit!” He pushes himself up off the couch and points down at you in mock accusation. “You let me think you fucked him so I would beat your lil’ ass, didn’t you?” Rafe chuckles and your hand flies to your chest while you look up at him with your mouth agape.

“What?!” You gasp. “I would never push your buttons for sexual gain. That would be insane.”

“You are such a fuckin’ brat, ya know that?” Rafe smiles as he pulls you off the couch and against his chest. “I ought to bend you over again, over my knee this time.”

“What was all that about giving me a baby?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he glares down at you. “Was that just horny talk or does somebody have baby fever?”

“You know what?” He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder despite your protests. “I’m gonna spank you till you cry and then fuck you full of my cum until you’re begging me to put a baby in you.”

Tagging mooties & weird!girl lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @starkeysprincess @nemesyaaa @oceandriveab @munson-mjstan @cameronsprincess @rafeinterlude @sturnioloshacker @traceymbcm

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[chaioffline]

i am being fuckcign plundered by bots.

[wispstalk]

Some writing advice for hunting, bc I see a lot of hunting scenes in fantasy that make me itch. More under the cut. Don't read if you're sensitive to blood-and-guts discussion or animal death.

Finding game:

- I don't hunt much these days bc I don't feel like getting my ass out of bed at shitfuck o'clock every weekend during the season. Which you have to do, because much of the time you come home empty-handed. Successful hunts come about when you're out there often.

- You don't really have to be a good tracker to hunt, but you do have to know the basics of your prey and you have to be able to interpret the landscape even if it's unfamiliar. It's less likely a tracker is looking for "bent blades of grass" or whatever and more likely they are noticing game trails, sheltered areas where nests and burrows are, a spot of thick vegetation which would indicate a water source.

- Scat and footprints are useful too ofc but to varying degrees. If I'm hunting deer it's just confirmation that they're in the area; more often I use knowledge of their habits to actually find them. If I were hunting something elusive and solitary like a cougar I would pay more attention to the tracks but that's also a reason people hunt with dogs!

Actually hunting:

- Bows are not the only hunting weapons, though would be most common in ur typical medieval fantasy type setting. Spears and lances, slings with stones, and clubs would also be used. And knives and swords but in this hunter's opinion, FUUUUCK that.

- Lung shot is a quick death. Heart shot and head shot too but that is much harder. Other shots might mean tracking a wounded animal as it runs away. This is where things like broken twigs/bent grass are especially telling, and ofc blood. Small game bleed out faster and won't get as far but you might spend quite a while running after an elk shot in the flank.

- This highly depends on the prey but hunting often involves more sitting around than people realize. I bring a small pad for my booty ass bc sometimes you'll spend hours in a strategic spot waiting for the game to pass by. Also hides (the shelter, not the skins) are a thing and most hunters would consider shelter-building an essential skill.

- Hunting seasons are not entirely a modern convention -- there are better times of year to find different animals. But there would be less concern, historically, about killing animals during the breeding season than we have today.

- Even when I was hunting regularly and more confident, I got a huge adrenaline spike EVERY time I had an animal in my sights.

Big game:

- A deer has a lot of meat on it and though it's not a bad thing to leave a carcass for scavengers, your party of two or three adventurers probably will not go to the trouble of hunting deer unless they have some nearby place to cache, preserve, or trade what they can't eat before it spoils. Are they leaving it behind or do they have some way to take full advantage of such a large kill?

- If your character gets a large game animal they're probably going to field dress it: deal with all the blood and guts on site, then quarter it so it can be packed back to the campsite or whatever. My dad is a big burly mutant man and he cannot carry a deer by himself. You can carry game on poles or horseback too but field dressing is pretty typical in a situation where u can't just fling it in the back of the truck and hang it at home.

- I grew up eating bear and when it comes up I'm often surprised how many people don't know that people hunt bear for meat. It's tasty imo, especially makes a good sausage

- I can hunt deer alone, though company is nice. I wouldn't attempt hunting something more dangerous by myself. Large animals especially are better taken down as a group effort. In the TES context for example it would be kind of insane to hunt horker alone. Not that some folks wouldn't try.

Small game:

- A character who subsists mostly on hunting is going to be eating a lot of small game. They are probably going to use traps and snares in addition to actually going out on hunts.

- Look up "rabbit starvation." Small game is often (but not always) lean and going without fat for a long time can cause serious health issues.

- I joke that you don't hunt turkey, you just go get one. Game birds are kind of stupid. I plan a deer hunt, but I have gone out and shot grouse on a whim.

Processing:

- Draining blood, skinning, plucking, butchering, dealing with all the bones and guts, storage and preservation: pretty time consuming and involved. It's a good excuse for social activity.

- The moneyed classes likely would not process their kills themselves, unless they're doing some kinda randyll tarly masculinity flex for the symbolism. Kitchen staff or a local butcher would handle it.

- A good skinning knife is kinda wide and short. Some game knives have a rounded tip which keeps it from puncturing the skin in case of accidental slippage.

- Skinning is done with a light hand bc puncturing the digestive system means you've poisoned the meat. I will say it is less difficult than I expected it to be the first time I tried it.

- We don't eat a lot of offal in the US but a deer liver, for example, would be considered prime meat by many and eaten first. Bear, walrus, and seal liver contain toxic amounts of vitamin A and would be thrown away.

- I've been told every animal has enough brains to tan its own hide, but I think there are some exceptions. It's definitely true of deer and elk. With small animals like rabbits it's hardly worth the effort of getting the brains out and other things can be used but brain tanned leather is soooo soft and nice.

- Hides and pelts are useful and valuable and would be kept or traded if circumstances allowed. You can tightly roll a hide to keep it from drying out before tanning, or you can freeze it, basically indefinitely. You can also air dry it once scraped clean and soften it later, which is what fur hunters would most likely do for efficiency's sake. Tanning is also so so so fucking gross imo. Really slimy process, and tanneries REEK.

That's all I can think of for now and this is already hella long but the takeaway is that it is generally a pretty involved activity and more impactful on lifestyle than I usually see depicted. So there ya have it

[ihazyourkitty]

Hogle Zoo is an AZA accredited facility, opening up a new area 3 acre area called "Wild Utah" to feature various native Utah species. 3 of those animals are going to be orphaned cougar cubs that were rescued and unable to survive in the wild on their own.

Note that 2 of these cubs have shortened ears and tails because of frostbite. They were rescued in Nebraska where the weather conditions were severe, and again, these cubs were unequipped to handle it on their own.

This would be a very positive story about giving orphaned cubs a second chance at a good place where they will receive all the care that they need... or so you would think.

Instead, multiple people on the comments were asserting that they were just going to prisons, one even going so far as to say that it would've been better to just let them die.

Wonderful. Nothing says "I love animals" than explicitly saying that they're better off dead than at an accredited zoo. Again, you will note that 2 of the 3 were suffering things like frostbite when they were rescued. There is nothing humane about letting animals that are within your power to help die like that.

I cannot, and will never, understand the "logic" behind this kind of mindset. Yes, baby orphaned animals die in nature all the time. No, we cannot save them all. But for those we can help... why not help them? And why is a life well cared for at an accredited zoo somehow worse for them than suffering a slow and painful death from starvation and exposure?

These animals do not have the same concepts of freedom vs. prison like we do. All they knew was that their mother is gone, and they were cold and starving.

Yes, bad or less than ideal zoos exist. Hogle Zoo is not one of them. Zoos and aquariums are not universally prisons, and if you think that, then let me just ask... what kind of prisons have you been to!? Seriously, all of the animals I've had the privilege to work with eat better than I do, and are treated vastly better than human prisoners are. How privileged must you be to think that all zoos and prisons are equivalent to one another!

Here's the reality: the zoological industry is a complex, nuanced thing that is ever improving and expanding. We're not stuck in the 1970s like you are. Stop judging animal welfare based on vibes, and stop drinking the PETA, HSUS et al. kool aid, because they're lying to you.

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Chapter 1

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Discussion of murder and physical abuse. Let me know if I missed any!

Prologue -- Chapter 2

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Jake made sure to put on a suit he knew was "nice enough" for the meeting. Clay would be going with him, helping him secure the deal he needed to keep Sarah and Jadah, his real family, safe, never to be messed with again. The rest of the Losers were keeping an eye on them to make sure his parents didn't try anything while negotiating. Aisha and Cougar were some of the best fighters he knew and Pooch could easily drive his family to a secure area.

"So why did you think you needed to get your sister out of the marriage," Clay asked. "I get your parents are pieces of shit, but wouldn't a marriage get her away from them?"

"Nope," Jake shook his head as he drove. "Not only would it further embed them into her life, the guy she was engaged to was a monster. I did a deep dive on him when the engagement was announced. He had a bunch of arrests for domestic disturbance, but his parents, his lawyers, got him out and always settled out of court. Apparently his parents figured marriage would help him calm down. I tried to call bullshit, got shut down, and took action."

Clay nodded, silently filing away the information, before continuing. "And you're now going to marry his sister?"

"Yup."

"What do you know about her?"

"Very little," Jake confesses. "Graduated with a Master's in Ecology with a focus on Conservation Studies. Doesn't seemed to have used it so either her family refuses to let her do anything or she just wanted to waste her parents' money, or something else."

"Going for a Master's doesn't indicate an interest in wasting money," Clay pointed out.

"Agreed, but I've got so little information on her I'm inclined to just go ahead and think the worst."

"Are you expecting to meet her when we get there?"

"Negotiations with the parents first," Jake tells him. "If that goes well, then...yeah, it'll probably be a family dinner or something."

"Alright, lets get to it, then."

"Jacob!" Cordelia, Jake's mother, was using her fake happy tone as she held out her arms for a hug. He purposefully avoids the hug and goes for a handshake instead.

"Don't be rude, son," William chides. Jake holds back from glaring at his father and focuses on maintaining his composure.

"Let's just get to business," Clay offers while taking a seat at William's desk.

"And who are you?" William raises an eyebrow at Clay.

"For all intents and purposes, I'm your son's advocate here to make sure he gets what he wants outta this deal. And that it gets put into writing and notarized."

"And what is it that you want, Jacob?" Cordelia's tone was now icy. "We're setting you up with a wife from a good, rich family. You should be grateful to us for that after nearly destroying our future."

"I want a written, notarized guarantee that, so long as I am married to this woman, Sarah and her family will be left alone. You will not look for them. You will not include them in your machinations. They will never have to worry about you or your people bothering them ever again."

"I'm sure we can work something out," William nods. "Good thing I've already got my lawyer here to go over the marriage documents."

The next several hours are spent with Clay and the family lawyer going back and forth over the wording of the official document. Jake is increasingly grateful that he brought in Clay for this part. He's a quick thinker but Clay is a tactician. He can see the loopholes, the workarounds that Jake can't. His parents attempt to engage him in conversation but Clay had advised Jake to keep quiet during the negotiations so he did. Occasionally texting the team with updates.

Finally, Clay and the lawyer shook hands. The deal is typed up and printed. Jake, his parents, Clay and the lawyer all sign. The notary had arrived an hour before, called by William. They looked everything over and added their stamp to the documents.

Jake took the contract, put it in an envelope and gave it to Clay before turning to his parents. "Okay, let's go meet my future wife."

Prologue -- Chapter 2

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @ashdoctor; @delicatebarness;@ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[thehmn]

Okay so chihuahuas shouldn’t be be kept as fashionable purse dogs, but then what type of person should have them?

Dogs of course have different personalities and I know a lot of people with disabilities consider them perfect because they like to cuddle and are unlikely to suffocate or knock people over, but in my experience they’re also perfect for people who like to explore both nature and urban environments. And even though they shouldn’t be purse dogs, pet backpacks with plenty of airflow that also conceal the pet a bit are a must, like these.

Once the dogs realize the backpack means adventure they’ll throw themselves into it as soon as it’s place in front of them and off you go. That’s one of the reasons why chihuahuas are perfect for all sorts of exploring. They’re easy to transport to any destination on any kind of transportation. I ride my bike everywhere and my chihuahua loves all the smells zooming by, exactly like a dog sticking its head out a car window.

We bike to forests, towns and the seaside, she’s let out and can explore either on or off her leash depending on the area, and in my experience most shop owners are cool with you bringing your dog into the shop as long as they’re well behaved and in a backpack like the ones I showed because that way they can’t touch anything, their fur wont get everywhere and if they aren’t super obvious they won’t bother other people. That’s why seeing eye dogs are allowed. They’re so well trained they won’t cause trouble. And if they won’t let you in there’s no reason to make a fuzz, you just find another shop.

The backpack also makes it easy to switch transportation. I’ll get off my bike, jump on a train, let my chihuahua stretch her legs until the ferry arrives and soon we’re on a small island.

And just like people are more okay with a feral house cat that sometimes attacks people than they would be if a cougar wandered into town, people are generally more understanding if you accidentally break a rule you weren’t aware of with a small dog. I’ve let my dog off her leash in an area for months because I thought it was allowed and luckily I didn’t get in trouble because she is small and well trained so people weren’t bothered by her and when someone finally told me they were super nice and calm about it.

I am of course living in Denmark and my chihuahua is a reasonable size which means the only predator that could possibly be a danger to her is a fox which is why I’m comfortable letting her off her leash in nature areas. Other countries would probably be less safe for her.

But overall, can highly recommend a chihuahua if you have a relatively active lifestyle and likes going on short adventures 👍

[mimasroom2]

Poolside fun ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

I went to the pool today and I was UNASHAMEDLY checking out this HOTTTTT mom. Like guys if you saw her omg. So that’s where this idea came from😇 I feel like I keep writing the same thing every time it’s just build up and then Ellie fingering you LMAO but it’s a classic. Wanted to make a more relaxed fic, I always end up adding plot. Started as headcanons but then it got too long.

C/w: Smut lol. Ellie is older in this one but reader is 19. Also Ellie is lowkey a perv…. like imagine if a man was doing this..🤢 it’s okay tho it’s Ellie so it’s automatically hot😜 Ellie the cougar LMFAO RAWWWWRRRRR. Mommy kink😞

W/c: 1.1k (I PROMISE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT)

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You’re not really shy changing in front of people, especially if they’re strangers. I mean ur never gonna see them again. You still turn away from people and face the corner. You’re not like… walking around with ur pussy out for everyone to see😭

Ellie feels soooo lucky she decided to come to the pool today. She was debating not to, but when she saw your bare tits in the locker room she knew she was staying. She tried so hard to be discreet, so she waited a couple minutes until she followed you out into the pools (she set a timer LMAO). When she left the locker room she was pretending to decide which area to go to first, but she was really scanning for you and your sexy black swimsuit.

You decide to go into the main pool first and swim a few laps since you haven’t gone swimming in awhile. Ellie discreetly watches you from the next pool over and tries to gauge if you’re an extrovert or introvert so she knows how to best approach you. She decides you’re probably an introvert, so she thinks it’s best to keep her distance for awhile.

You see a bunch of kids and parents going down a tall ass water slide and ur like “why not” so you go get in line. Ellie is WAY TOO prideful to go down the slide, so she just sits on a bench and pretends to stretch until she sees you come out the bottom. You’re all smiling and giggling as you fall into the water, and she thinks it’s adorable.

OH YEAH! She’s wearing a black swim top sports bra type deal,,, and swim shorts that have dinos on them (the pic I included)

You finally see her as you get out of the water.

You have to do a double take because DAYUM she is hawttttt. She’s standing there all cool crossing her arms AND HER TATTOO OMGGG the pool is not the only thing that’s wet.

You decide to spend some time in the hot tub. There’s not a lot of people but the jets and everything drown the other conversations out, so you close your eyes and relax. You’re a couple minutes into your spa time when you feel someone’s thigh up against yours. You open your eyes and HOLY SHIT it’s the hot masc you swear was following you around.

She actually grins at you, “Sorry. Did I scare yah?”

You guys end up just making small talk about the pool and stuff. She says her name is Ellie. Turns out she’s a huge ass gym rat and likes to come in here to wind down (or.. at least that’s what she said.)

“You got a girlfriend?” You’re actually honestly shocked at how direct she is, so you stutter a little but end up saying ‘no’.

“Shit.. with a body like that I’m surprised no one’s snatched you up.” She looks you up and down and you swear your face would get hot if you weren’t already in a hot tub.

“How old are you anyway?” You ask and uhhh! Let’s just say you did NOT expect her to say 25. Good thing your cut off for milfs is 27😇

Her eyes widen and she fucking laughs when you say you’re 19. You try testing the waters (heh) and playfully splash her to which she pretends to be offended.

She makes you tell her more about yourself and when she thinks you’re not looking, she stares right at ur cleavage. You swear you see a fucking glimmer in her eye when you say you haven’t had a girlfriend in awhile. She may as well have giant lights that say ‘POUND TOWN’ behind her😭

You remark that the hot tub is getting to be too much and you’re probably gonna get out soon but you really don’t want to leave her

“I guess the hot tub isn’t the only thing that’s hot in here.” She knows it’s fucking cheesy and stupid but she smirks anyway.

You genuinely cannot hear her over the jets “What?” You scoot closer to her.

“I guess the hot tub isn’t- fuck.. just come with me. Okay, darlin’?” She stands up and waves at you to come with her.

You follow her into the locker room and there’s HELLA people so you’re all ‘really this is where we’re gonna do it?’ She walks out of the locker room and looks you up and down before she opens one of the massage rooms. She tells you she swiped the key from a worker who was clocking out :0. So she opens it and everything and WOW is this straight out of your fantasies.

“Take this off.” She closes and locks the door. You turn around to face her and start peeling off the wet swimsuit from your body. She leans against the door and watches you.

Once it’s finally off Ellie walks up to you and starts unashamedly grabbing your tits. You bite your lip, trying not to make any noise at the most basic contact. She looks into your eyes and then smashes her lips against yours, reaching down to rub your pussy. You moan and she slips her tongue inside your mouth. It almost makes you feel disgusting, with how vulgar this whole situation is. She’s sucking on your tongue while she continues palming you.

She leads your body over to the little massage bed. “Already so wet just from that, huh?” She smirks and slowly spreads your legs open.

“Not my fault you’re experienced and hot- oh fuck mmmh”

“Whoever said it was a fault?” She says and swift pushes two fingers into you without warning. You arch your back and start breathing even heavier, even though she’s going so slow. She has her head close to your pussy and is basically staring at how her fingers look going in and out as she’s fucking you. “Stretch you out nice n good.”

“Fuck.. please Ellie gimme more..” she makes eye contact and glares at you. She definitely doesn’t want you talking over her.

She speeds up her pace, until her fingers are slamming inside you over and over again. Part of you wants to tell her to stop so that it can last longer. Your moans start becoming more audible, and both hands are gripping the soft blanket beneath you.

“Come on. Mama’s got yah.” You never thought you’d find a mommy kink so attractive, but you feel yourself fucking clench around her fingers. When she can tell you’re about to cum, she puts her lips around your clit and starts to suck on it, you scream and whimper until your orgasm arrives. You let out guttural moans, and you couldn’t even care if other people at the gym can hear you with how much you needed this.

“Cmon, let’s get yah back in the hot tub so you can properly wind down.”

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[beth20light]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 3

Jacob Black x Reader

A/N: Hello I’m back. This chapter more longer then the other ones. I thought i was gonna die while writing this 😭 4th chapter is gonna be the last one. Hope you guys like it 💙

The next day, you returned to the woods. You didn't mention your plans to your dad he definitely wouldn’t have allowed it. You dressed carefully and packed something to secure yourself, just in case anything happened.

You took a knife—it was better than nothing—along with pepper spray and a compass. A gun would have been better, but you didn’t know how to use one. And if you took your dad's gun, he would definitely find out.

Leaving your house, you walked the same path as before. As you entered the woods, you tried to recall the way you had come. After a while, you found the spot where you had seen the cougar. Oddly, there was no trace of it. You thought it was strange but pushed the thought aside; it was better not to see its dead body.

You wandered the same area for some time, feeling a bit anxious about getting lost, but it was a risk you had to take. Your knife was clutched in your hand, ready in case anything unexpected appeared. You listened carefully for any sounds.

Determined, you decided to go deeper into the woods. You walked and walked, but there was no sign of that mysterious wolf.

Hours passed, and as it grew late, You felt tired from all the walking, and still, there was no trace of him. You hadn’t really expected to meet him—after all, he was an animal, and he wouldn’t remain in one place. Yet you had a hope he remained. You decided to return tomorrow, finding your way back out of the woods.

The next day, you returned to the same spot, but again, there was no sign of the wolf. You decided to go further than yesterday, walking in circles. Thankfully, you didn’t encounter any wild animals, including that wolf.

Your hopes began to fade. Janice asked about your previous day; why had you lied? Your dad questioned where you had been for two days in a row. You came up with an excuse for your dad and told Janice that you would explain everything soon again.

You felt desperate during these troubling times; that wolf was the only thing that kept your mind occupied. You weren’t sure what you would do if you encountered him again. Part of you wondered if he might harm you this time, yet deep down, you felt he wouldn’t. It was a feeling you couldn’t quite explain.

You decided to go once more. After dressing and packing, you left the house, retracing your steps along the familiar path. Just before you entered the depths of the woods, someone shouted your name.

“Y/N!”

You turned around, it was the last person you expected to see your heart began to race as you saw Jacob. He was with Embry, What was he doing here? Your gaze lingered on them. Jacob's expression was blank, yet it stirred up the feelings you had tried to suppress last week. Your heart felt heavier than before, burdened by the memories that flooded back. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the weight of his presence was overwhelming.

Your gaze shifted to Embry, who didn’t seem surprised to see you—almost as if he had known you would be here.

You and Embry were friends too, but he was primarily Jacob’s friend. Since neither of you had spoken much, he hadn’t reached out to you either. You felt like Jacob become more taller since last time.

“Jacob?” you finally managed to speak.

He began to walk toward you, while Embry stayed behind, watching the two of you.

As Jacob took his final steps toward you, you asked, “Jacob, what are you doing here?”

He immediately responded, his voice laced with anger, “What are you doing here? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”

His words sent a jolt through your heart, making it skip a beat. “I... I was just—” You couldn’t finish your sentence. He stood there, breathing heavily, and you hesitated to share your reasons. You were not sure if he would believe you or let you find that wolf.

He sighed, looking frustrated. “Don’t change the subject. You were going to the woods by yourself. Are you out of your mind? What if something happens to you? Who's going to help you if you get into trouble?”

With each word, you felt more embarrassed. He was saying the things you’d been ignoring. It was dangerous, and this was your third time going in there. Every time, your chances of coming back safely got lower.

“I bet your dad doesn’t even know about this. Want me to tell him what you were going to do ?” His words hit you hard. He was really going to tell your dad? Your best friend was going to snitch on you.

You looked at him in disbelief. Memories of last week flooded your mind—the two of you in the car. After everything, how could he think he had the right to tell you what to do? He’d pushed you out of his life without a word, refusing to let you say anything about his choices. And now he was trying to threaten you by bringing your dad into it? Your heart raced with anger. How dare he act like he could control you after shutting you out?

“What’s it to you?” you answered, your voice rising. “You don’t get to decide what I do! Who do you think you are, threatening to tell my dad?”

Jacob’s eyes widened Shock flashed across his face, but it quickly twisted into anger, his expression darkening “Who am I? I’m your friend, Y/N!” he shouted, voice taut with frustration.

“Friend?” you scoffed with sarcasm “You were the one who built this wall between us, Jacob! And now, you stand here, acting like we’re close? Don’t insult me. We’re not friends. Not anymore. You have no right to interfere in my life.” Your voice rose with each word until you were shouting. “Go ahead, tell my dad. All that will do is show how pathetic you really are!”

Your words struck a nerve. Jacob’s face reddened, veins standing out on his forehead. His jaw clenched as he speaked, “You can say whatever you want, but I’m not letting you go there.”

“I am going, and you can’t stop me.” With that, you turned and began to walk toward the woods, leaving him behind in silence.

“I know why you’re going there!” Jacob’s voice came from behind you, louder and sharper than you expected. “You’re not going to find that wolf.”

You stopped, your pulse quickening. Before you could turn, Embry’s shouted. “Jacob, stop it.”

You spun around, your mind racing. How does he know about the wolf? The thought left you unsettled, your mind raced for answers. “How do you know this?” you asked, shocked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jacob said, stepping closer. “You’re not gonna find him.”

“Just tell me, Jacob!” You felt a knot tightening in your chest. “Did you… follow me?” You tried to piece it together, wondering if he’d seen you when the cougar attacked. If he had, why hadn’t he stepped in?

“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, his voice firm. “You’re not going. End of it.” In a swift motion, his fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You tried to pull away, but his hold was firm.

“Listen to me, Jacob Black.” You met his gaze. “I don’t know how you found out, but I’m going there. Whether you like it or not.” You wrenched against his hold again, determined.

Then, suddenly, something changed in his eyes. His expression softened, anger fading into something raw and unguarded. “Can’t you see I’m trying to protect you?” His words struck you, and for a moment, you saw a vulnerability that threw you off balance.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze. He was right, maybe—but you weren’t ready to let your pride give way. That wolf didn’t even matter now. You probably were not gonna find him anyway. But you refused to back down no natter what. With a coldest voice you said “I don’t care.”

His eyes hardened, and without another word, he started pulling you back toward Embry. “Stop it!” you shouted, struggling against his hold, but he was too strong.

One final pull, and you knew you’d be dragged back.

In a last, desperate move, you raised your free hand and slapped him not to hard just enough to break his focus. His face didn’t even flinch, solid as stone, but his grip loosened.

For a heartbeat, he stared at you, expression unreadable, almost stunned. You expected him to say something but he didn’t. Then, as his jaw clenched, anger flickered in his eyes, more intense than before. Without a word, he released your hand and took a step back, keeping his gaze locked on you.

“You’re not going to stop until you see that wolf, are you?” he growled, his voice laced with anger and heavy breaths.

“What are you doing?” you asked, confusion was washing over you. Behind him, you heard Embry’s voice, tense and urgent as he listened in.

“Jacob, don’t!” he shouted, racing toward him.

But Jacob paid him no mind, stepping further back. “You will see now!” he shouted, his voice echoed through the forest.

Before you could understand the situation or fully Jacob’s reckless actions, you saw him leap towards you. “Jacob!” Embry’s voice echoed through the woods. Jacob’s all of his clothes shattered pieces then you saw something you never expected his body twisted in mid-air, muscles bulging and shifting beneath his skin. You heard the sickening crack of bones realigning, and your breath hitched in your throat.

He landed heavily, crouched low, eyes burning with an intensity. The figure in front of you wasn’t Jacob anymore. It was a wolf, with piercing, oversized eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

His fur was a deep, rusty red, thick and tangled, and his nose was large, twitching as he picked up your scent. When he bared his sharp, shimmering teeth, you felt a chill run through you. That’s when it hit you: this was the wolf you’d been searching for—the one who had saved you.

For a moment, you forgot to breathe. The wolf’s growl shook you back to your senses, and with a gasp, you stumbled backward, falling to the ground. He took a step closer, his teeth bared, his eyes full with anger, as if he might attack.

Just then, you heard Embry’s voice, laced with shock. “Damn it” he muttered. You couldn’t believe what had just happened—Jacob had turned into a wolf. Not just any wolf. *The* wolf. Your heart pounded as Jacob’s growl echoed around you, his gaze intense, before he turned and disappeared into the woods.

You sat there, frozen in shock, until Embry rushed over, his face full of worry. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he muttered to himself. “Sam’s going to kill Jacob.” He looked at you. “Are you okay?”

You couldn’t speak. He waved a hand in front of your face. “Are you in shock? Damn it.”

Finally, you whispered, “How… how is this possible?”

“Everything will be explained, I promise. At least now you know.” He helped you to your feet. “Come on. We need to get out of here.” As he led you away, you glanced back at the woods. “What about him?” you asked, your voice shaky.

“He just needs to cool down. He’ll catch up later.”

Nodding, you let Embry guide you, you couldn’t think straight. Your best friend had just turned into a wolf. The wolf that had saved you. How could any of this be real? You walked with Embry to his car parked nearby, feeling numb. When he opened the door, you slipped in silently, still processing.

Once he got into the driver’s seat, he looked over at you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded slowly, your voice barely a whisper. “But… I don’t understand. Jacob… he’s a wolf? How?”

“I’ll explain to you on our ways to Emily’s house i shouldn’t but you are gonna learn one way another. And the rest—you can ask Jacob when you see him.”

“You’re driving to whose house?” you asked, the weight of everything settling on you in a heavy, surreal way.

“Emily’s,” Embry said, starting the engine. “She’s Sam’s imprint… well, fiancée. We’re going to her place.”

“Wait, Sam has a fiancée? And what’s an imprint?” You shook your head, trying to keep up. “What’s even going on?”

“Just try to relax, Y/N. I’ll explain,” he said with a sigh. Then he started “As you saw, Jacob can turn into a wolf—just like the rest of our pack.”

“A pack ?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to process the idea. “So… you mean there are others who turn into wolves too?”

Embry nodded. “Yeah. There’s me, Jared, Paul, Quill, and Sam. He’s the alpha. And Jacob, of course.”

“All of you?” you asked, struggling to wrap your mind around it. “You can just… become wolves? and Sam is

the alpha what does that mean?

“Yep we all can” he said with a shrug, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “Sam’s the alpha that means he’s our leader. He makes the calls for the pack. That’s why Jacob couldn’t tell you—he wasn’t allowed.”

“Jacob couldn’t tell me because Sam forbade him?” you murmured, feeling like each new revelation was just one more impossible thing to grasp. You rubbed your temples, trying to clear the fog in your mind.

“Exactly,” he confirmed, voice steady.

“Let me explain from the beginning.” He explained that this wolf-shifting ability had always existed in their tribe, but only certain things could trigger it. He said Jacob would explain that part later. Then he went on, “For a long time, none of us could change—until Sam shifted first. He went through it alone. How changing happening you asked “Its so hard painful mostly all your bones change place.”he said with a horrified face. He seemed like he didn’t wanna remember. Then he continued “Once Sam changed, the rest of us followed—Jared, Paul, me, Jacob, and then Quill. Quill is new still trying to figure out.”

You recognized some of the names, but thinking of Quill, Jacob’s friend,you felt sad for him trying to imagine his first changing send a shiver down to your spine. “So… you’re all part of a pack, with Sam as your leader?”

“Yeah,” Embry said. “We can shift whenever, but if we lose control of our anger, it happens on its own.” He glanced at you. “That’s why Jacob transformed in front of you. When you slapped him, he just… couldn’t hold it back.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling like you were caught in some strange, waking dream.

“Don’t be. Honestly, we’re glad you know now. Jacob was going crazy keeping this from you, and it was affecting us too.”

“How could it affect you?” you asked, even as your mind struggled to keep up.

“Oh, that’s the fun part,” he said with a sarcastic voice. “When we’re in wolf form, we can hear each other’s thoughts. Our minds connect. It’s useful for patrols, but… we know everything about each other. No secrets.”

You could feel your jaw drop. “You can hear each other’s thoughts?” This was unbelievable.

He chuckled softly. “Yep. It’s rough at first—all those voices in your head. But you get used to it. Being a wolf has its unpleasant sides too.”

“It just sounds so… weird. And terrifying,” you said, the whole thing feeling like a strange, twisted fairy tale. “I mean, you turn into wolves and hear each other’s thoughts…”

“It’s strange at first,” Embry admitted. “But you get used to it eventually.”

“What about the cougar what about Jacob coming and saving me how did that happen?” you asked you’ve been wondering this all alone.

“Yeah, that part,” Embry said, shaking his head. “Nothing about it was planned. Jacob didn’t even know it was you out there.”

He paused for a moment. “He was just out on patrol when he heard the cougar. He thought maybe someone was trespassing.” he stopped for a second before keep going “Then, when he got closer and realized it was you, he freaked out and took down the cougar to protect you. But… what were you even doing out there alone?” He looked at you, confused.

“I was just… lost,” you murmured, feeling embarrassed.

Embry shook his head like not agreeing what you did. “We all knew what he did. We were going to come help, but Jacob told us to stay back, said having the whole pack show up would probably just scare you. He even asked Sam if he could walk you out of the woods himself. Leaving you there with a dead cougar didn’t feel right. But, of course, that didn’t stop you from coming back.”

He shot you a mildly judgmental look, and you felt even more embarrassed. “For the next two days You come back knowing all the danger we watched you from a distance. Jacob had a feeling you’d come back again, so he got Sam’s permission to try and talk you out of it. And, well… then all this happened.”

You nodded slowly, the realization sinking in—it was Jacob all along. You’d gone to the woods to escape the thoughts of him, hoping to clear your mind. But in the end, he was the one who found you, the one who saved you.

A quiet sense of fear filled you, mixed with the lingering ache of confusion. Now Jacob hadn’t just saved you from danger; he’d opened a door to an entirely different world—and to the truth behind his distance and silence. What you were gonna do after meeting him. You said all awful things to him. But he was just trying to protect you. To pass the thoughts

“Anything else I should know about you guys?” you asked. You were still thinking what you were gonna say when you met Jacob.

“Well, we’re really strong.” He flexed his biceps with a grin. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he’d bulked up a lot. “We’re super fast, and we heal quickly.”

“Heal quickly?”

“Yeah. If I broke my arm, it’d be fine in a few hours. Still hurts, though.”

You just shook your head, dazed. “This… it doesn’t even feel real.”

He smiled sympathetically. “I get it. It’s a lot to take in, but it’s all true.”

“And Sam… why couldn’t Jacob just ignore him and tell me?”

Embry explained, “Because Sam’s the alpha, we’re physically unable to disobey him. It hurts if we try. That’s why Jacob couldn’t tell you. And it’s supposed to be a secret from anyone outside the tribe.”

“But now I know,” you said, looking out the window as trees whipped by. You felt like you were drifting through some surreal, impossible dream.

“Yeah, you learned by accident,” Embry said, then hesitated. “I wonder if Jacob did it on purpose.” He looked over at you, then shrugged. “Anyway, Jacob would’ve convinced Sam eventually. Since He is ” then he immediately stopped like he was saying something he shouldn’t.

You looked at him, puzzled. “He is what?”

“Uh… it’s better if Jacob tells you,” Embry mumbled, looking away. “Anyway, we’re here.”

You realized you’d arrived at a small house. All you could do was stare, trying to steady your racing thoughts.

“Ah this is Emily’s place,” you said, barely registering your own words. “And you said she’s Sam’s… imprint? What does that mean?”

“An imprint is something special for us,” Embry explained. “It’s like finding your soulmate. There’s this deep bond with that person, like Sam has with Emily.”

“So it’s… love?” you asked, hardly believing the words.

“Sort of. It’s… hard to describe. I dont know exactly how it its i didn’t experience it. But they say it’s like gravity pulling you toward that person. You can be their friend, or something more… it just depends.”

Well that’s something you talked to yourself then “Does Jacob have an imprint?” you asked wondered. In the past of course Jacob had some girlfriends but it was never something that last long. This imprint thing sounded more serious.

Embry glanced at you. “You’ll have to ask Jacob yourself. Anyway lets get inside. Im starving. and… just a heads-up—try not to stare at Emily’s face. Sam doesn’t like it.”

“Why?” you asked as both of you got out of the car.

“You’ll understand when you see her,” he said, walking briskly toward the house. You followed, still trying to piece together this new world he’d shown you, a thousand questions wondering around your head would have to wait.

You stepped inside, following Embry through the doorway. The house was cozy, the entry opening to a small kitchen. A girl stood by the sink, her back to you. To the right, a dining table was set up, and beyond that, you could glimpse a comfortable-looking living room. The atmosphere felt warm and lived-in, though you could feel the tension rising in your chest as you took it all in.

“Hey, Emily,” Embry greeted as he sat down at the table.

“Hey, Embry. Where are your brothers?” she asked, turning slightly. That’s when you saw her face—a long scar stretched from her cheek to her jaw, looking like a deep claw mark. Now you understood why Sam didn’t want people staring.

“Oh, and who’s this?” Emily asked, noticing you.

Embry smiled. “This is Y/N. Y/N, meet Emily.”

Emily reached out a hand and smiled. “Hi there! So you’re Jacob’s friend. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah…” you murmured while shaking her hand gently wondering what Jacob had said about you. She looked at Embry waiting for an answer probably why were you here.

Embry noticed and explained, “Jacob was trying to keep Y/N out of the woods, but things got complicated. Y/N slapped him, and… well, Jacob lost control and changed in front of her. So now she knows everything.”

Emily’s eyes widened before she relaxed, nodding. “Going into the woods alone, even after that cougar attack—that’s pretty bold,” she said with a small smirk.

You blushed. “Yeah… I guess.” You wondered why everyone kept bringing up that you’d been out there alone.

“I’m just kidding,” she said, laughing softly. “Don’t worry—everything will start making sense in time.” Her smile was warm and kind. “Welcome to the family.”

“Thank you,” you managed to speak, her warmth easing your nerves a bit.

“Come on, sit down,” she said, motioning to the table. “I made plenty of pancakes—I swear, these boys can eat a mountain.” before placing a bunch of pancakes to the table.

Embry immediately started eating, barely coming up for air. You watched in surprise as he shoveled the food down, laughing as he noticed your expression. “Don’t eat them all, Embry,” Emily scolded with a grin. “Where’s everyone else?”

Just then, you heard voices and laughter outside. Your heart raced—you were about to see the rest of the pack. And Jacob.

Quill came in first. “Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” he greeted casually, sitting down as if this was any normal day. Before you could respond, Paul and Jared followed, playfully shoving each other.

“Hi, Y/N!” they both said, making you feel like part of their world, even though everything felt so new.

“Pancakes? Awesome!” Paul said, grinning as he sat down. You moved aside to make room for them, watching as they all dug in with enthusiasm. Then Sam entered, and the whole room seemed to shift. He looked serious, like he was used to leading.

“Y/N,” he greeted with a nod before turning to Emily and giving her a quick kiss.

“Eww,” Jared teased, though Sam’s stern look and Emily’s laugh made it clear he wasn’t really upset. You couldn’t help but smile at their easy bond.

As you watched everyone settle in, you felt that familiar nervousness creep up, wondering where Jacob was. Then you heard your name again, spoken softly.

“Y/n”

You turned and saw Jacob, and your heart felt heavy at the sight of him. He was back in his human form, in clean clothes, but he looked somehow different now, a little bit shamed.

“You two should talk,” Sam said, nodding toward the door. “Though I’m sure Embry’s already filled you in.” He shot Embry a knowing look.

Embry, his mouth full, just shrugged. “It was gonna happen anyway,” he mumbled.

The others laughed, and Jacob looked at you. “Come on. Let’s go outside,” he said quietly.

Without a word, you followed him, unsure of what to say or even where to start. You trailed behind him, your mind racing. How could you possibly explain the things you’d said to him? The regret weighed heavy as you walked, hoping somehow, he’d understand.

Jacob led you deep into the forest, his steps steady but silent. When he finally stopped, he turned slowly, looking at you as if seeing you for the first time. His expression softened, a faint, almost sad smile breaking through the stillness in his eyes. He took a breath, as if steadying himself.

“So now you know,” he murmured, voice low. “The reason behind all.”

Your voice caught in your throat, and you felt the words hang heavy between you. “Jacob… Im so sorry i didn’t understand. I thought you didn’t care anymore. I said so many things. Awful things. Im so sorry i didn’t meant any of it.” A tear escaped down your cheek.

Jacob reached out, brushing the tear away with his thumb, his touch warm and gentle. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost a breath. “Don’t cry. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.”

You could feel the pain in his gaze as he held your face gently, like you were something fragile. “I never wanted to hurt you, Y/N,” he said, his voice tight with regret. “Keeping you in the dark, making you feel like you didn’t matter… if I could go back and change it, I would. Every day, I wanted to tell you. But Sam...”

“I know.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he leaned in, as if he couldn’t bear to miss a single word. “Embry told me everything. It wasn’t your fault.” You looked down, ashamed. “I just… I didn’t realize you were trying to protect me. And I— I hurt you. I said you were no friend of mine. I even slapped you, Jacob. God, I’m so sorry.”

He let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the weight of your apology. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t feel a thing,” he joked, his lips quirking up into a faint smile. But his eyes still held a flicker of pain, and he hesitated, his voice quieter. “You’re not… afraid of me now, are you? Knowing what I am?”

“Jacob, no.” You stepped closer without hesitation. “I could never be afraid of you. You’re my friend… and you’re the one who saved me.”

His expression darkened at that, his tone sharpening. “Yeah, about that. What were you thinking, going into the woods alone, Y/N? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened? When I saw you out there with that cougar…” His voice caught, and he exhaled sharply. “If I hadn’t been there….”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the apology so small it was almost swallowed by the silence around you.

“And why did you come back again?” he pressed, eyes searching yours. “You were in danger once already. Why did you come looking for trouble?”

You hesitated, feeling a wave of shame. “The first time, I got lost. My dad told me to go for a walk… so I would—” You stopped, unable to finish. He tilted his head, urging you to continue.

“So you would… what?”

“…so I’d stop feeling sad about you,” you finally admitted, swallowing hard. It felt vulnerable, exposing the ache you’d been carrying. “After we talked in the truck, I just… I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d lost you. That maybe… something was wrong with me. My dad thought a walk would clear my mind, but I wandered too far. Then you saved me… as a wolf.” You glanced down, voice barely a murmur. “I didn’t know it was you. I thought maybe… I don’t know. Maybe you were some kind of angel or something, watching out for me.”

“Y/N…” His voice broke, and he took your hands gently, cradling them between his own. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one who let you down, who left you out there without knowing the truth.” He took a breath, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you. “I should have been there for you. I’m so sorry. All I wanted was to keep you safe, but instead, I made you feel abandoned.”

You let yourself sink into his embrace, feeling his steady heartbeat as he held you close. Every unspoken word, every unshed tear, seemed to melt away in that moment. Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands still resting on your sides.

“I’m going to make this right, Y/N. I swear it,” he promised, his voice filled with so much certainty and compassion that it made your heart ache. “No more secrets. No more pushing you away. You deserve better than that.”

“No more secrets you repeated.” he looked at you deeply his eyes steady yet burdened. His gaze held a flicker of fear, the tension lying beneath the soft lines of his expression.

"Look, Y/N," he started, his voice quiet, “it wasn’t just about Sam not letting me tell you.” He hesitated, as if weighing the impact of what he was about to say. “This… being a wolf… it’s dangerous.”

You nodded, thinking back to Emily, her scar. “I saw Emily’s face,” you whispered.

Jacob’s jaw tightened. “Yeah. Sam lost control. He shifted, and she was right there.” His voice dropped, heavy with the weight of his fear. “If something like that happened to you…” His words trailed off, but the way his gaze held yours spoke so much.

Reaching up, you placed your hand gently on his cheek. “Jacob, you won’t hurt me. I trust you. We’ll be careful. I wont make you angry. And besides, it’s different with us. Emily and Sam are together; we’re friends. I won’t be in any danger like that.”

“Yeah friends.” He repeated the word softly, almost as though it left a bittersweet taste. His face darkened for a moment, but he quickly shook it off. “I’m better at controlling my anger now. Don’t worry. Besides,” he gave a small smile, “I probably couldn’t have kept it a secret from you much longer anyway.”

You laughed, feeling a bit lighter. “Embry even suggested you might’ve shifted on purpose just so I’d find out.”

Jacob smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, let’s just say it helped a lot.” You both shared a small laugh, the tension easing, but then he took your hand, his fingers warm and reassuring. “Come on, let’s keep walking. So… what else did Embry spill?”

“Oh, not everything. Just that you’re strong and fast and can heal quickly. And that you can all… read each other’s minds.” You glanced at him, feeling a trace of concern. “Are you okay with all of this? Being a wolf?”

He shrugged, his gaze far away. “I didn’t even know about it until a few months ago. It just… happened. One day, I shifted, and there was no going back. Adapting to it was hard. Sam and the others helped me, but it… it took everything familiar and turned it upside down.” He paused, tightening his hold on your hand. “It was harder without you knowing.”

Your heart ached as you looked at him, remembering the old Jacob you’d known before. In a few months, he grew a lot—not just in size, but also in mind from all he’d been through. “So… you don’t like it?”

A shadow crossed his face. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve learned to accept it. Its in my blood its not a choice. I cant change who i am.”

Then Jacob’s face softened, and he gave a little smile. “So, what else did Embry tell you?” he asked, his tone lighter as he tried to steer the conversation into more different things.

“Well, he mentioned how the shifts are triggered, but he wouldn’t tell me what causes it. He said you’d explain,” you replied, curiosity lingering in your voice.

Jacob let out a scoff, shaking his head. “Embry really did tell you almost everything, didn’t he?” His expression grew serious, and his voice softened. “Listen, Y/N, the trigger… it’s something I can’t share with you. Not because I don’t trust you, but because it’s safer for you not to know. We’re not always together, and if you knew… it could put you in danger.”

You gave a reassuring nod. He already told you more he should you trusted him maybe it was better you to not know everything “I understand. I trust you, Jacob. You’ve told me so much already, and I know you’re only keeping it to protect me.” You smiled, hoping he’d see how sincere you were.

He also talked about imprinting you said while still walking. “Did he ?” he said again with a sarcastic voice. Obviously he didn’t like Embry telling you everything.

You nodded. “Yes, he said Emily’s Sam’s imprint.” There was a pause, and then, almost shyly, you asked, “Do you… have an imprint?”

For a moment, he looked taken aback. “Me?” His brows raised, then he laughed warmly. “No, I don’t have an imprint, Y/N. It’s rare, and not something that happens to everyone.”

You exhaled, realizing you’d been holding your breath. “I just… I remember what it was like when you had a girlfriend. If you did imprint on someone, I thought maybe things would change between us. Since we got together recently.”

Jacob grinned, the corners of his eyes creasing. “No girlfriend either, so you can relax.” He murmured something under his breath that you barely hear.

“Did you say something?” you asked, tilting your head.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Just muttering.” His gaze softened, his eyes warm as they met yours. “You know, everything feels… brighter now that you know. Like I can finally be myself.”

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words sink in, grounding you. “It does. Somehow, the world doesn’t seem so heavy anymore.” You offered him a small, genuine smile, one that felt like it came from a place you’d kept hidden for too long.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t empty—it was full, like something unspoken had finally been understood between you. The past few months of confusion and hurt had finally settled. Everything was lighter, as if the weight had lifted.

Felt like this was a new beginning, for you and Jacob.

[louisblue02]

every time you get a notification on an illegal movie website saying that there’s a “sexy cougar in your area” they’re talking about pickles the drummer

[antiwhores]

Jealousy is Ugly - Bakugou x reader

Bakugou has a new partnership and the leader of the agency has a thing for him even though he’s been dating reader, his secretary, for several years. Will this secretary ever give up?!

⚠️ Not proof read, fighting, jealousy, blah blah blah

Hi bitches, I see your requests and just know I’m working on it but Im like hella depressed rn LOLL. Also I got lots of work and shit. Bare with me here. I am working on it.

She makes you so fucking mad. The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she breaths, the way she flirts with your man. The way shes better at flirting with your man than you.

She was apart of another agency, almost 3 years older than you and Bakugou. Your agencies merged the heros for a promotion or reason on something you couldnt remember through your seething anger.

You were at first optimistic when she was chosen as a partner with you and Katsuki. As his assistant, you thought I’d be a good opportunity since shes supposidly very good at what she does. Too bad shes not good at taking a fucking hint.

Katsuki and you had been secretly dating for almost a year. You had liked each other long before but with the both of you being dense when it came to feelings, it took yall a while to figure it out.

Her shiny, bright hair falls into her palm as she gave your boyfriend puppydog eyes. Not a hair out of place on her head, fucking bitch.

She hummed methodically, rudely interrupted the meeting at hand. “Hmmm, you’re pretty impressive for someone so new. You have your own agency and your climbing the ranks so fast! I wasn’t good like that at your age at all.” Fucking cougar bitch, find some desperate guys your age to harrass.

Bakugou clicked his tongue at the comment, sending her a harsh glare. He ignored her though, he’s heard that compliment so many times but out of her mouth it sounded digusting.

She laughed, sickeningly sweet. Your eyes trailed her hand as it went up to caress his bicept. You wanted to tear every single one of those decorated, clean nails off her fingers. Bakugou quickly pushed her away, “Can you fuck off-“ You called your hands together, “Okay! Can we focus please?”

The evil, perfect bitch turns your way as if you were nothing but dirt to her. She looks you up and down slowly, mean girl attitude dripping off her like snake venom.

You return the look right back with a slight rise of your lip. It was a silent challenge, an invitation to take this outside if she wanted to. She giggled with such a condescending tone you almost gagged before sitting down in her chair once more with her arms crossed. Mhm, thats what I thought.

When you finally broke eye contact with her you were sucked into Bakugou’s eyes. He was staring at you with a questioning look. A ‘whats going on?’ translated easily through his eyes to you. You couldnt help yourseld from side eyeing him too. It probably wasn’t fair to be angry at him too but you couldn’t help but be mad. Maybe if he wasnt so used to getting hit on he’d actually be more firm instead of brushing them off.

He looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed. ‘What?!?’ was an easy translation from his face.

You continued anyway, lightly tapping on your clipboard. “Well, the companies partnership has gained popularity online. It has also promoted more partnerships and brand beals within the community.”

The guy from the other agency, whom you forgot was here, revealed the line graph of benefits. He pushed up his glasses, “Yes, and whilst it brings in more money, it has lessoned crime in our selected area by 2%. Doesnt sound like a lot but for that much to go down in day in our city is certainly an achievement.”

You think the other guy told you to call him Yol. He was rather handsome and well spoken. You almost giggled, does everyone in their agency have to be pretty? This girl was crazy.

After he was done with his statistics and shit, it was your turn to go on about whats next for the program.

“As for the next step, we’ll temporarily paid heros in Mr. Dynamite’s agency and Ms. Mowqua’s agency. We’ll pair based on quirk compatibility, not on how well you know each other. Yet, we will except complaints and make changes if you do not feel comfortable with your partner in able to promote a safe enviornment.”

Everyone in the meeting nodded to themselves to take in the information. There were some heros but most of them were higher up staff. “Any questions?” You asked. A couple hands went up but they were all interrupted by the improper edicate of not waiting your goddamn turn.

Mowqua’s lips twisted into a seductive smirk. She hummed, “I have one!” You put on the most professional style you could muster as she spoke. “Can I be with Dynamite since we’re both the owners of the agencies?” Your boyfriend scoffed, “I don’t need a fucking partner and I don’t want one.” You wanted to tear your fucking hair out. He was your boyfriend and even you didn’t dick ride like this.

Your temporary partner, Yol, looked at you to discuss. “That would be ideal, the two owners of agencies working together as partners would bring in a lot of talk.” You shook your head at him lightly, “Wouldn’t work out.”

Just as you were about to elaborate Ms. Bitch clicked her tongue at you. “Why not?” She whined. “I’d love to work with such a strong and handsome hero!” You’re gonna be working with a bloody lip if you don’t shut the fuck- “Your quirks are not compatible enough to be put together. You have a quirk that installs moisture and water into the air, Mr. Dynamite perfers not to be around anyone that could slow down his heating process for explosions. Water could affect how he acts in the battle field.”

You had to hold back a satisfied smirk when she glared at you. “Well, I can put out any fires he causes with his explosions.” “Well then I’ll just assign you to be a firefighter instead if thats what you wanna do Ms. Mowqua. Would you like that?” The tone of just sarcasm and mockery that came out of you was surely unprofessional but entirely worth it.

Seeing Bakugou smirk at that made your heart jump. He rolled his eyes in a playful way. You send him a quick smile before turning around to answer the many questions around the room with Yol.

As you wrapped up your presentation you could feel two eyes burning into you with a glare that just seemed too ugly for her.

You ate lunch with Katsuki in the cafeteria on the 6th floor. It was almost always unoccupied so it where the both of you chilled out and discussed either work or just normal things at home.

You took a bite of the bento he had made you. “I had to stay up late to make those pairings. I paired you with some guy with a teleportation quirk.” He scoffed, “I don’t need a partner, ill be better without one.” You rolled your eyes, he was so stubborn. “Yeah, I believe you. But we need to to diverse our audience.”

You pull your bento away from him when he tries to grab half of it away with his chopsticks. “Ill give it to you for 1500 yen.” He gives you a fake offended look, “I made it! And its worth way more than that.”

“Heeeeeeeey!” The sickly sweet voice made you want to vomit all the food onto the floor. “Dynamite! What a coincidence. I was actually just looking for Ms. Y/n!-“ “L/n.” No way was she gonna call you by your first name like you were her friend. She bit back a glare, “Ah yes, sorry!”

She sat down across from you and Bakugou with her arm holding her chin. “I actually wanted to talk about my partner.” Oh my fucking god. “I just really want it to be Dynamite!” Bakugou and you share a side eye that almost makes you laugh.

“Everything’s already finalized-“ “I knoooow but can you just make an acception?” “No-“ “I wouldn’t wanna have to make a report about your behavier.”

You were taken aback for a moment, is she being forreal? “The fuck? Report her for what? Showing you that the world doesn’t revolve around you?” She must’ve thought he was joking cause she did her flirty laugh. Bakugou slid a hand on your thigh, you weren’t sure if it was to ground you or him.

“Make the complaint.” You challenged. “Do it.” A dramatic sigh rangs through her mouth. You steal some of Katsuki’s food while it happens. “Well, its your job not mine boo.” You laugh, “Okaaaay..?”

You decide to just ignore her at this point. Girls like her hate when someones unbothered by their actions. It seems that Katsuki had zoned out after the last thing he said too. You quietly offer Bakugou a napkin to which he uses to wipe off his face.

The tapping of her nails against the wood gets progressively louder the more the both of you brush her off.

“So are you free this weekend Dynamite?” “No.” “Well what’re you doing?” “Im gonna be with y/n.” “Youre gonna be working?” “Do you every shut the fuck up?”

“Hey l/n~!” “Mhm?” “Do you think I’d be a good marketing plan if me and Dynamite publicly dated?” “Nope, dont think so. The people like the mystery of it most the time.” “Ew, gross. I’d rather die.” “Youre so funny Bakugou!”

“Dont you think that lunch has too many carbs and fats l/n?” “Maybe.” “Are you not worried?” “Nope.” “But you’ll gain even more weight! You’ll look almost as hideous as that lunch.” “On god? Thats craaazy?” “I made that lunch.” “Oh.”

“Is that outfit really appropriate for work?” “Only for me.” “You should go shopping, you can’t go out in public like that while we’re working together.” “Shes not working with you, shes working with your assistant. She does not give a single shit about you. Shut the fuck up.” “Hehe you know I’m just kidding!”

“So do you have a boyfriend l/n.” “Yeah.” “Reeeaaally? Thats suprising, you aren’t lying to me are you?” “Nope.” “Cause you don’t seem like the type to be… loved.” “And you dont seem like the type to go farther than friends with benefits. We’re such twins.” “Heh.”

After the constant shut downs she starts to get frustrated. You can tell by the way her smooth forehead scrunches and her lips twist. You make it your mission to ignore her and it seems Bakugou’s already on the same page.

“So~” Mowqua twists her hair, “Dynamite, do-“ “Let me have some of that.” He points at your food as Mowqua’s mouth hangs open from the shock of being completely ignored.

“No. Its mine and you have your own.” “Well I want yours.” “No.” “I made it.” “Okay?-“ You flinched at the sound of fists meeting the table. You both looked up at her, you in astonishment and him in annoyance.

“What the hell?!” She yelled. Her perfect face was now scrunched up into an ugly look of jealousy. “Ive been trying to flirt with you for so long but you keep IGNORING me!” Her hair fell unkept as she stomped over to you. “And YOU!” She grabbed you by the collar and dragged you up to her face. “You are such a weird bitch for trying to get in the way of us! You’d never even have a fucking chance! You’re probably just a slut trying to sleep with him to get a raise!”

Before you could even think about it your palm connected to her face. The loud crack of your hand to her cheek bounced off the walls. And the next thing you knew her hair was balled up in your hand as she scratched at your abdomen.

Right as you landed another hit to her face you were pulled off of her by strong hands. Bakugou pulled you behind him with a hand securing your wrist to make sure you wouldn’t jump back out.

“You bitch!” She laughed, “You’re that jealous that you would fight me? Try not being so ugly and maybe you’ll have a chance with him!” You grabbed Bakugou’s hand and yanked it off of you. He grabbed you just as you were about to jump back at her.

“Im his girlfriend you dumbass bitch!” You yelled. She giggled through her gritted teeth, “Delusional whore!” Bakugou clicked his tongue, “Get the fuck out of my building. Our collab is done and if I see you here again I will put you behind fucking bars.” She winced at his harsh tone, “W-what?” “You fucking heard me! Take your shit and leave!”

She looked confused and betrayed for some unknown reason. “All for your secretary?!” “Thats my fucking girlfriend you dipshit! And if shes prettier than your ass will ever fucking be, you walking jump-scare!”

She stutters on her words for a little bit with a deep blush. You were finally satisfied when you took a good look at her. Her cheek was swollen red, the other flushed with embarrassment. Her perfect hair was now disheveled and matted from how you pulled her. Her usual calm expression was replaced by devastation. The only ugly one here was her.

Tears built up in her eyes as she turned around and ran out of the room.

After, Bakugou made you get checked out, even though you insisted that you were okay. Bakugou was true to his word and every single tie to her agency was cut. He reported her to the police and she was put on public news for attacking civilians.

You didn’t care too much about all this, you were too engrossed in Bakugou. You knew you had nothing to worry about anymore when it came to jealousy. He would always love you more than the next. And you the same.

[pacificnorthwesterngothic]

moved to the Portland area recently and was wondering if u or any of your followers had recommendations for what hikes to check out first? Thanks!

Hey, welcome to the PNW!

In case you didn't grow up hiking, I'd be failing you if I didn't first link to the Leave No Trace principles website as well as an FYI on the ancient hiking rule, "cotton kills."

Oregon Hikers is a good resource, with a "Find a Hike!" page that lets you filter by features like "family hikes" and "loop hikes."

60 Hikes Within 60 Miles: Portland is a classic. The author, Paul Gerard, has been writing about hiking for almost two decades. And he has a blog!

I'm personally partial to guides published by Mountaineers Books. They let their authors have a bit of fun, so you get a sense of the author's personality, which is good for helping you judge their ratings systems and advice.

AllTrails has live trail condition reports from users, so I'd strongly recommend using it in conjunction with any of the resources listed above!

Pardon me if the following is all known to you, but... check the websites of whoever manages the trails you pick. That'll tell you about road and trail closures, as well as heads-up about things like cougar sightings. Calling or visiting ranger stations will also get you up-to-date expert tips (like when the black flies or mosquitos have hatched). And, once you get into longer/harder hikes, don't forget to bring a map or GaiaGPS.

I hope that helps and I hope others will chime in with their own advice!