FL, USA | name: I go by George | b-day: May 13th | I show steers, heifers, and bulls | I love Tansformers, Pokémon, and show cattle so damn much it's not funny. I also love the backrooms and any analog horror. CONVOY (1978)| I will take requests, just know it will take me a bit bc of school and cattle. |
request rules: no inc3st, p3d0, rap3, underage, basic shit like that.
i will deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable. i will do pregnancy but not the child or mother dying. I will not do miscarriages under any circumstance whatsoever.
you took my last ask the wrong way. i meant, be so fr right now as in —you know why people would be triggered by trump
what a silly thing to post
my apologies for interpreting it wrong. I really don't knew any specific reasons as to why people are triggered by him, but the only reason that comes to mind is out of pure hatred.
Something I don't really understand is how the democrats say that they're for peace, love, and equality, but yet they attack the living life out of the republicans for being "n@zis, f@scists, r@cist, sexist, etc...
i'm gonna be honest, i've just mentioned him once on my tiktok and i was being blasted in the comments. Every. single. time. i open the comments, people were censoring trump. I took it a being triggered, so idk if you personally are or aren't.
day 4 of kinktober (thigh riding w/ trevor zegras)
pairing : Trevor Zegras x fem!reader
summary : Trevor and his girlfriend decide to go work out at the gym together during the offseason, and she remembers just how much she loves Trevor’s thighs after watching him work out
warning(s) : smut ! public teasing, thigh riding, handjob, nicknames during sex
author’s note : i did Not know what i wanted to do w this or where i wanted to go w it, but here we are. all i knew that if it wasn’t requested for kinktober, i was going to do thigh riding w trevor at some point bc his thighs are crazyyy
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It was her idea to go with Trevor to the gym to work out to begin with. She didn't know that she'd be incredibly distracted while working out with her boyfriend.
He asks her if she wants to go with him about two weeks before Trevor is due back in Anaheim for the preseason. The pair go to the gym that he trains at while home in New York for the offseason. They put their things in Trevor's locker before hitting the floor.
Trevor goes through his stretches with her to make sure she doesn't hurt herself while working out with him.
"Do you want to do my training with me?" he questions. "Or do you want to go off on your own and do your own workout?"
"Show me how a hockey player trains, Trev," she tells him. "I want to see if I can do it, or at least try to keep up with you." She grins at him and Trevor shakes his head with his own smile on his face.
After stretching, they head over to treadmills. They mount their own equipment as Trevor says, "I always open a gym session with a mile. I usually alternate between running and walking the mile but with the season less than a month away, I amp it up and run the whole thing. You're welcome to try and keep up, or you can alternate like I usually do."
She nods and punches up the speed until she's jogging at a pace that is comfortable for her. Trevor's running slightly faster than she is, but she's doing this to keep up with him. He'll finish the mile before her but at least she's trying.
Two minutes separates their miles. Trevor finishes in just under ten minutes while she finishes just over eleven minutes. She managed to get up to his speed after slowly working her way up to it. They wipe down the equipment before Trevor leads her over to the bikes.
"Half a mile on the bike at my max speed," he tells her. "Helps me stay conditioned."
Trevor mounts the bike and he starts before she can get on. Her eyes land on his legs when they reach his top speed and almost falls to the floor.
The thing about dating a hockey player is they're always in great shape, but their thighs are extremely muscular. Trevor's have been insane since the day they met and she's had to resist every urge to jump his thighs so she can get off on them.
All she can think about is grinding against his thighs and using him to come.
Right now isn't helping anything either. With every movement, she notices his thighs bulge out since he's exercising them. She doesn't realize it but she starts gnawing on her bottom lip while she watches him. She doesn't move for probably five minutes.
And by that time, it's too late. She's been noticed.
"Do you not want to do the bike with me?" her boyfriend asks as he slows down. His voice is the thing that snaps her back to reality, but she can already feel how damp it is between her legs.
It's going to be a rough hour or two while they finish up their workout.
"I- um..." she trails off. "Yeah. Give me a second."
"You okay?" he questions as he completely stops. He sits back on the seat and pants since he was maxed out on the bike.
Which, again, is not helping anything.
"Mhm," she hums. "All good." The lie falls from her lips so easily despite the heat pooling between her legs. It's very distracting. Trevor is very distracting.
Labored breathing, a thin layer of sweat already forming on his face. He looks like sex right now, and she's never wanted to jump him more than she does at the moment.
Trevor squints his eyes at her and she involuntarily glances down at his resting thighs. Still muscular but not bulging like they were a few seconds ago.
When her eyes flicker back up to his, her boyfriend smirks at her. "You know," he begins to say. "I was going to do some cardio today. I think I can do some cardio at home though."
Her cheeks heat up as she gets what Trevor is trying to say without actually saying it out loud. She presses her own thighs together in an attempt to get some pressure on her core.
"Trevor, I need you to not mess with me right now," she begs. "It's so embarrassing already and you saying these things to me is not helpful at all."
He gets off the bike and glances around to see if anyone is paying attention to them, but they're tucked away in a corner so there's no one really around to begin with. Trevor traces the top of the sports bra she has on and she gnaws on her bottom lip. He tugs at the fabric gently and grins.
"I'm not messing with you," he softly tells her. "I'm genuinely suggesting we go home and do some cardio. Fuck up a sweat.” His last comment causes him to grin.
She grabs his hand and drags him back to the locker room where their things are stored in his locker. Trevor laughs as he’s pulled along behind her while she’s on her mission to get out of the gym before she gets them arrested for public indecency.
The pair very quickly grab their things from the locker before heading to Trevor’s car. She gets in the passenger seat and looks over at her boyfriend. Trevor starts the car then looks over at her. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” she replies. “Just thinking about something. It isn’t important.” Her eyes drop to his thighs that poke out from his loose gym shorts. She crosses her legs to get some pressure on her core and clears her throat.
“Yeah, okay,” Trevor laughs. “That’s why you’re staring at my thighs again. I know what you want and maybe I’ll let you have it.”
She frowns as he backs out of the spot. “Maybe?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “So needy that you need my thigh to get off,” he teases. Trevor turns a corner and she frowns a little longer. “Baby, if you want to fuck my thighs then just tell me.”
“I wanna fuck your thighs,” she quickly says. “God. I’ve been wanting to fuck your thighs, Trevor.”
The car comes to a stop at a red light and he turns his head to look at her. She presses her lips in a line so she doesn’t start to take back her words. She means every single one of them because she genuinely has been wanting to and she wants Trevor to know that.
After her comment, the ride to their shared apartment is quiet. She steals an occasional glance at him every so often.
As soon as the car is in park though, they’re both off to get upstairs to their apartment. She sighs and fights every single urge to jump him in the elevator. That's the last thing she needs to do right now.
The elevator dings and the two of them walk down the hallway to the apartment. Trevor opens the door and she's quick to follow him in. She grabs his arm as soon as she crosses the threshold and pulls him back to her. She leans back against the door to shut it and pulls her boyfriend until he's pressed against her chest.
Without another second's hesitation, she cups the back of his neck and pulls him into a hot kiss. Trevor's hands fly to her waist to hold both of them steady. She puts both her hands in his hair holds and holds him close.
Trevor leans down and wraps his arms around her waist. He picks her up and walks them both over to the couch. He sits down and she immediately straddles one of his thighs. Just to get some pressure on her core, she begins to grind against his thigh. Even through her gym shorts, she can feel his muscles against her core. She hums into the kiss that follows.
Her hands slide down his chest and rest on his torso after slithering up under the fabric of his t-shirt to rest on his skin.
"Take these off," Trevor tells her between kiss. He pulls at her skin tight shorts that she wore to the gym. "Want you to make a mess on my thigh."
She stands up between his knees, breaking the kiss in the process. Not only does she take off the shorts and the ruined panties beneath them, she completely undresses herself. Trevor grins and lifts his butt off the couch so he can pull off his loose gym shorts and boxers. She crawls back onto his lap and pushes Trevor's shirt over his head.
If she's going to be naked, then so is he.
Their lips meet in another heated kiss. Her hands cup his jaw at the same time she starts rolling her hips. The initial pressure is too much at first for her already sensitive core that she falters for a second. She picks up speed and is able to find a pace that's comfortable for her.
Trevor takes advantage of her slightly open mouth and licks into it. She hums against his lips and parts hers even more for him. His hands slide around to the small of her back. His fingers press into the dimples on her back and she smiles.
She wraps a hand around his dick, which stands straight up against his stomach. Slowly, she begins to jerk her hand up and down. Trevor hums into the kiss that follows.
When she speeds up her movements, she speeds up her hand. Soft hums pass Trevor's lips and she swallows each sound. Her core grows more and more sensitive with every roll of her hips.
The first thought of doing this passed through her mind was about two years ago when they first met. She was a 20-year-old who had just moved to SoCal to intern with the Ducks organization. He was a 21-year-old hockey sensation with his Michigan goals and shootout talent in the midst of his sophomore season in Anaheim. She made a wrong turn and ended up in the gym, where Trevor was the only one working out. Luckily, he didn't turn out to be an asshole and showed her where she was actually supposed to go.
Except, she couldn't stop thinking about his thighs after that moment in the gym. Even two years later. Which is why she doesn't know why she decided to go to the gym with him. She knew she would be distracted and wouldn't be able to finish the work out at the end of the day.
That's how they ended up here. Naked and one of his thighs between her legs. Hopefully it's not the last time she's able to do this because it feels so good. Though, she may not survive right now.
Skin on skin feels better than a barrier of clothing ever would. She feels every muscle rub against her clit.
"God, Trevor," she hums into the next kiss. "Feels so good."
“Get off on my thigh, pretty girl,” Trevor rasps against her lips. “Make a mess. Use me to get what you want.”
She rests her free hand on his waist. Her occupied hand begins to falter as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm. Precome that has leaked from the tip makes it easier to move her hand. Soft noises continue to pass h both their lips as they chase their orgasms.
Hers comes up suddenly. Her movements get faster and rougher as she climaxes. Her soft noises turn into borderline pornographic moans as the knot that formed in her stomach comes undone. She throws her head back and her vision whitens. His name falls from her lips so loud she’s afraid that their neighbors may have heard.
And she doesn’t even care because she had what’s a top five orgasm she’s ever had. All because of Trevor’s thighs.
What’s the saying? Save a horse, ride a hockey player’s thighs? Something like that. At least, that what she thinks in her post-orgasmic bliss.
At some point while she was out of it, Trevor had moved her so she’s laying on her back on the couch. He cleans them both up with a cloth that he definitely got from the kitchen instead of the bathroom.
She glances at his thighs and sees one shinier than the other and bites her lip. Trevor notices and smiles. “You just can’t stop looking, can you?” he teases.
“You’re hot with my mess all over your thigh, Z,” she replies. Trevor looks down and shakes his head. “Also, if I ask to go to the gym with you again, tell me no. As much as I loved that, it was embarrassing to have that kind of moment in the gym.”
Trevor throws the cloth somewhere and crawls onto the couch. She curls up around him and he pulls a blanket over the two of them.
“Next time, tell me that you want to ride my thigh and I’ll let you,” he tells her. “Because it was sexy that you got off on my thigh alone.”
“I saved some horses,” she giggles as sleep overcomes her body. Trevor laughs when he gets the reference.
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summary: quinn and you get into a fight and he leaves for the night and daisy isn't happy when her dad isn't around.
warnings: angst angst angst, fight, talk of a toxic relationship with parents, toxic parents, mention of a miscarriage, quinn is a bit of a dick, crying (so much crying), daisy just wants her dad, inspired by this anon
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You and Quinn didn’t fight. This is why it was so surprising to Brock when Quinn knocked on his door, a duffle bag in hand. “Where are the girls?” Brock asked, not seeing you or Daisy trailing behind Quinn. It was late, way past Daisy’s bedtime. Brock had only received a text from Quinn asking if he could spend the night, but Brock assumed that it would include you and Daisy.
“At home.”
Quinn’s blunt response and aversion to answering Brock’s questions made it obvious that something was wrong. “Well, do you want to talk about it?” Brock asked as Quinn made his way to the guest bedroom. “We got into a fight, and I couldn’t be there any longer.”
Silently, you washed Daisy’s bottles at the kitchen sink. You took a second to wipe your nose, snot still dripping from your crying. You were trying to convince yourself that Quinn wasn’t going to come home and demand you and Daisy leave his apartment. Hands shaking, you turned off the sink water. The words exchanged between Quinn and you during the fight replaying in your head.
Quinn had been begging you not to rekindle a relationship with your parents. They weren’t exactly supportive during your pregnancy and had pretty much disowned you. Quinn didn’t understand why you would even want to have any more contact with your family, but you felt like he didn’t understand.
“How many times during your pregnancy did I hold you because you were crying because your parents ignored your messages? Or how you asked me to keep them out of the hospital room? Or when they didn’t even bother to show up when you had the miscarriage scare?” Quinn asked. The two of you were standing in the kitchen, trying to speak in hushed voices, not wanting to wake up Daisy. “You don’t understand! You’re so fucking lucky with your parents and your brothers, your teammates, and your fucking endless supply of money! You don’t understand how alone I feel sometimes! I need my mom sometimes like Daisy needs me!” you tried to explain.
“Am I not enough?” he stuttered. “Quinn, you aren’t listening. I didn’t say that. It’s just that it’s hard, okay? I just miss my family,” you said lowly. “The family that treated you like shit?” he snapped back at you. “Stop! Just stop! I’m done fighting!” you shouted.
Quinn simply nodded, walking away from you and down the hall to your now-shared bedroom. “Where are you going?” you asked as he grabbed his duffle bag from the closet. He usually used the bag for when he was leaving on trips. “I’m not staying here. I’m not going sit and watch you make dumb decisions,” Quinn spoke while shoving clothes into his bag.
Sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, you dialed your mom’s number. You hadn’t seen or talked to them since you were pregnant. When she didn’t answer, you chalked it up to be because it was late. But that reasoning faded away when she texted you not to contact her. Quinn was right, they didn’t care.
You cried yourself to sleep that night. Sleeping without Quinn and knowing he was sleeping somewhere else was killing you. Daisy was fine throughout the night, only waking up to be fed and have her diaper changed. It was in the morning when everything went sour. Daisy was a baby, but she had a small understanding that when Quinn was leaving for trips, he would tell her goodbye and never leave her guessing where he was. But that didn’t happen last night, and it wasn’t him coming to get her from the crib in the morning when she was crying.
Daisy refused her bottle, a pacifier, music, and being rocked. Nothing was working. Just crying out for Quinn. It took you an hour of her crying and you trying different methods of trying to get her to stop before you realized that she was crying out for her dad.
Quinn and Brock were sitting on Brock’s couch, playing video games. Brock didn’t necessarily agree with Quinn’s decision to leave you and Daisy for the night, but it wasn’t his business. Quinn had felt his phone buzzing with a call, but he ignored it when he realized it was your contact calling.
Daisy was still crying when you started calling Quinn’s friends. You had tried calling Quinn twelve times, and he ignored all twelve of the calls. Choking back sobs when Elias answered your call, saying that Quinn wasn’t there at his place. It was nearing two hours of Daisy crying when you called Brock.
Brock answered his phone. Quinn only got Brock’s half of the conversation. He wasn’t able to hear you on the other side of the line, sobbing. “Hey. Are you okay?” Brock said. Brock threw a glance at Quinn, “Yeah, he’s next to me. He’s here (Y/N).”
Quinn realized it was you on the other side of the phone. “Calm down. What’s wrong?” Brock asked, and Quinn was sitting up worriedly. “And nothing has worked?” Brock repeated. “Okay, okay. I’ll tell him. If anything, I’ll come over there.”
Brock placed down his phone and stared at Quinn. “Daisy isn’t taking her bottle, won’t eat, won’t take a pacifier, (Y/N) needs you.”
Quinn felt like he was moving fast as he grabbed his bag of items and made his way to the door. “Quinn, you shouldn’t have left her there with an infant, don’t pull this shit again,” Brock stopped Quinn briefly. “I know,” Quinn shamefully admitted.
You were sitting on Quinn’s side of the bed, tears rolling down your face as you continued to try and calm Daisy down. Quinn opened the front door, and seeing the state that the apartment was in made him feel worse. Toys scattered around the living room, unfinished bottles on the kitchen counter, and Daisy’s cries made Quinn feel horrible.
You didn’t even realize Quinn was in the room until he was bent down in front of you. “(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m going to take Daisy, okay?” Quinn started to move her from your arms. “I can’t take care of my own daughter Quinn,” you whispered as Daisy’s cries began to subside when she realized Quinn was holding her.
“You’re a good mom, I promise.”
Quinn let you sit there, taking Daisy out to the living room and grabbing a bottle. He sat on the couch and winced, hearing you crying from down the hall. He couldn’t think of how to apologize for leaving you alone with Daisy, ignoring your calls when his daughter needed him.
You quietly made your way out to the living room after a couple of minutes, seeing Daisy taking her bottle in Quinn’s arms. Quinn noticed your tear-stained face as you sat next to him on the couch. You silently let yourself curl into his side, watching as Daisy happily took her bottle, half asleep, probably exhausted from crying so much. Once she drifted off to sleep, Quinn removed the bottle from her mouth, letting his now free arm wrap around you.
“You were right about my parents,” you said, voice hoarse. Quinn felt another wave of guilt wash over him. “I tried to call them last night, and they told me they don’t want to have contact with me,” you explained. “Please don’t leave Daisy and me again, don’t leave me like my parents Quinn. I can’t handle that again. I feel like a shit mom, I can't even take care of our daughter. Please don't leave us,” you sat up to look him in the eyes, lip wobbling.
“I’m not leaving like that again. I promise. I’m sorry.”
Do you think Quinn would have a big wedding, small, elope?
I presume this is for my fif au, if not, sorry!!
Oh, I 100% think that you and Quinn eloped months before throwing a wedding celebration with family/friends!
It’s one of those moments where the section with the vows arrives and the officiant would hand his mic over to the two of you. This would be where you’d reveal that Quinn and you had legally gotten married months ago whilst on a trip to Italy.
It had been for your anniversary and eight year old Evie had also been in attendance!
Everyone was shocked to say the least, but the both of you wanted to let your respective family and friends be included in some way.
With the way the ARHA World Championship Show is going, I have something that hurts me to even think about.
I'm selling my horse Beau..
I've had him since halloween of '22. He was and will the be best horse I've ever had. This is one of the hardest goodbyes I will ever have to say. I really wanted to keep going with him but between the fights my dad, me, and my mom have had, I decided to quit showing and riding horses.
Ily Beau <3
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