#body betrayal

[nevadaafterdark]

-> FARMBOY ON COWBOY ACTION <3

synopsis: thinking reeeaaally hard about working on a ranch/farm and pining over one of the really hot cowboys that work the cattle..

word count: ~900

(contents: t4t ftm4ftm, pet names (farmboy, beau, shug), frotting, fingering, light bullying/degradation, slight body betrayal, dubcon, nsft)

i'm still kinda new to writing porn! feedback is appreciated <3

you've been working on a farm, or maybe a ranch. the technicalities don't matter. maybe you're doing some of the lighter work, like tending to the chickens. y'know, collecting eggs, breaking broody hens, making sure the momma hens are getting enough to eat and drink as they stay with the eggs. it's a work-intensive job, but relatively light on the body. your boots are broken in but not overly worn.

but god if you can't keep your eyes off that one cowboy that saunters around like his dick is too big to fit in his blue jeans. he rides that shire horse like he's riding into war even though he's only herding cattle. you're lucky you can dish out excuses like watching the pasture for foxes and snakes when you're looking out at the cattle fields.

and yet, of course, luck isn't always on your side. one day, he confronts you about your lingering eyes (something about "you got a lazy eye? or a lack of respect?"). you adamantly deny everything -- obviously -- if only for the sake of his ego not growing too big. sure, you've interacted before, but this is new.

he laughs and takes your hand, his callouses abrasive against your softer hands. with less effort than you think it should take, he tugs you up into the saddle, practically on his lap. he laughs against the nape of your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you dizzy.

"what's the matter, farmboy?" he mumbles, his lips brushing against your skin. it sends electric tingling down your spine. "scared to take a ride? i just wanna show you somethin', that's all."

you deny it (saying something about the other workers not being competent enough to watch for hawks, which is honest-to-god bullshit) and squirm in the saddle. he wraps an arm around your waist and hisses out a warning to stay still. he squeezes the horse's sides with his calves and you're jostled as the horse starts walking, then trotting towards the treeline.

you ask him what he thinks he's doing. he just laughs, nipping at your neck and squeezing your middle again. his fingers find your belt and fiddle with the buckle. "it's alright, shug. i ain't gonna kill you or nothin'."

after a few minutes of riding (and his fingers dipping into the waistband of your pants but laughing and taking them out when you gasp), the horse comes to a stop in a forest clearing. he lifts you off the saddle, then hops off.

he unhooks his personal bag off the horse's saddle and drapes it over his shoulder. he gives the horse's dock a light slap, and it canters off, back towards the ranch.

the clearing is nice -- there's wildflowers dotting the tall grass and a rocky crag shadowing half the clearing. he stands behind you, his hands finding your belt buckle again. you gasp, and he laughs, breathy against the shell of your ear.

you call him an asshole and he just laughs again. "oh, you don't mean that, shug. i can tell."

before you can protest, his hand dips into your pants, his fingers immediately gliding over your tdick and running the pad of his finger down your slit. he chokes back a groan. "fuck. goddammit -- you just walk around like this, huh?"

you exhale heavily and deny it. you deny it even though you're hard, even though you're dripping, even though you're fighting the instinct to buck your hips into his hand.

he grinds against your ass, his belt buckle digging into your skin as he dips a finger in you. you hiss, and he laughs. "what, don't like that, farmboy? then maybe you shouldn't be walkin' around, wet and ready and just waitin' for someone to take you."

you huff, your breath becoming more labored as he starts moving his finger. you scoff and your head falls back against his shoulder as he adds a second, rubbing the heel of his hand against your tdick with every motion. he curls his fingers, his fingertips brushing against that rough spot inside you that makes you spit and curse like a feral cat.

"fuck this," he growls under his breath. he fumbles with your belt buckle, undoing it before undoing the button of your jeans and tugging down the fly. he circles around you, undoing his own belt, button, and fly.

he flicks the body of his bag behind him, then grabs your waist with enough force to bruise and brings your hips to his. both you and him let out strangled sounds as the heads of your tdicks bump and rub against each other. he ruts against you, groaning lowly.

"goddamn, shug, you're so fuckin' hard," he manages through his whining noises. "do i do this to you? don't answer, i already know."

you hiss out something along the lines of telling him to shut the fuck up, choking back your moans. you angle your hips and grind forward. both you and him groan and curse and just rut against each other like desperate mutts.

he guides you backwards, pushing you back against the bark of a tree, still grinding against you. he pulls away a little to reach into his bag. he pulls out a strap-on, one that's thick and heavy and matches his brash personality perfectly. the harness clinks as he holds it up with a shit-eating smile.

"you ready for the main show, farmboy?"

[moxndust]

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

The flesh is tender. Doesn't require more than your nails to break the fragile barrier. I'm not sure why you do it though. It always bleeds and you get your fingers messy. Doesn't it hurt when you put them under the faucet and let the cold water break your skin while you watch the faint red water swallowed by the sink drain? Drained. You'll never drain me of my blood. Neither my hope, that never existed, even before you came along.

The flesh is tender and pale, like a dove. Much less pure. I'm my purest desires' prostitute. Does love have anything to do with flesh? How can flesh be the instrument of love? Why can't I break the chains that hold me slave to my flesh? I give it to you in return for love. Don't sink in me with your dog teeth.

The flesh is tender and festering. I could smell the rotting long before I could see it. You don't let me uncover your eyes. I'm not scared to take your hand in mine and take it off your eyes. I'm not scared of your hand. I'm scared of your eyes. I'm scared that you'll see my festering flesh, I'm scared of the sound of shoes on cobblestones. I can't bear to see you run away but I owe you that.

The flesh doesn't bounce back. It's old and dull. Was there ever a time when it belonged to a girl? It feels like decades ago, such a distant feeling yet my heart flutters with the faint technicolour. Just my heart, never my mind. I cannot remember it well, my own body constantly betrays me. I was born in my body's betrayal. You requesting my trust is the heaviest burden on my chest.

[galactic-catastrophy]

There's such a disconnect from my body and my mind.

My body is ready to try again.

My mind is still mourning.

Why can't my period start when I'm good and ready?

[anoriginalandfunnyname]

I had a wisdom tooth extraction yesterday and it was incredibly painful and uncomfortable. And the thing is, I'm generally fine with pain. But sickness is something I have never been able to handle gracefully. As someone who grew up in a traumatic home all I had to be grateful for was that my body didn't add any literal pain to my life(body image issues notwithstanding). But to have a tooth extracted when I have never even had a cavity before felt like such a betrayal from my body. It was like someone unspoken understanding was broken. Life is hard enough..past, present and future. And I can't believe that my body isn't sympathetic to that. Which is ridiculous I know but all I can think of was that song by Johnny Cash "the body is a cage" which I believe is the most dramatic way to deal with a very routine dental procedure.

[elijahwoodnot]

save me blue Powerade…….blue Powerade save me

[somewhatsentientspellbook]

There's just something so fascinating about the way the Exandrian pantheon has decided to handle the Aeor Situation™ - by electing a few of their kind to be born as mortals in order to infiltrate the city.

The first to bring herself low was Ioun, and I can only imagine how lonely that must have been for her. To feel infinite wisdom creeping into her adolescent mind? To rise through Aeor's ranks knowing what they'd do to her if the authorities discovered the truth of her existence? Waiting, hoping, perhaps even praying that the other gods would follow through with the plan.

Sarenrae has a husband and children as Trist. I can't help but consider the parallels to Liliana Temult, with a 'higher calling' pulling a mother away from her family. The conversations in the temple suggest that she would have been aware of what she was by the time she started her family. Yet she loves them, cherishes them, even knowing that she might not see them again. Will Amaris, Haylie, and Topher learn that Trist is a goddess? Or will that only be discovered when they find their way to her realm in Elysium?

The Matron was once mortal, and she willingly returned to that form in order to help her newfound siblings dismantle the Aeorian threat. Her steward since childhood was Purvan, helping raise and guide her despite his old age. Imagine being a little girl, guarded by the Champion of Ravens himself and his wolven companion, completely unaware of your own divinity until later in life. Imagine the night she woke up, remembering her ascendency, seeing Purvan and recognising him.

And what of the families that gave birth to and raised the four Betrayer Gods? What of the halfling family who watched their precocious daughter scale a fence with far too much ease than it should be? The day the tortle's parents found him crying in pain and tearing at his skin to distract himself from a memory so distant and yet so real? Or Milo, who became a priest, not to follow in the light of the Dawnfather (like his parents may have thought), but to mock his brother even as a mortal?

These gods spent entire childhoods with families and friends, taking refuge from the skirmishes caused by their other siblings. Who, despite those similarities, have very different opinions of humanity, of Aeor, and themselves.

[monobmp]

Thought about that tid bit of Bill mentioning that he can delete memories

[wistsandmagic]

Great. Sugar crashed hard...which means I gotta call in, can't see and shaking too hard to drive. Also means gotta sit here and eat when my stomach REALLY intt feeling it t try and get sugsr above 55. I just wanted to go to work, body. Why u betray me.

[nightmaskart]

Knight of Swords

[takenbtwind]

Been binging Tom Hiddleston media and I have an important chart for you all

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

[dobodleaday]

09.21.24 “I feel empty. Don’t you?” 🫀

[jupiters-shortest-martian]

People who havent read the books are gonna get such a shock when the find out clarrise is a good guy and luke is a bad guy

[deoidesign]

I clasp my hands and pray to a god who will not listen

(my re-paint of Alexandre Cabanel's "The Fallen Angel" with one of my characters)

[terrumdurak]

continuing those sketches with two more pages

[thatcatangelwriter]

annabeth doesn't talk about what luke said when he came to her house asking her to run away with him and no matter how hard the others try she won't say anything.