rhapsode

indie gay fantasy smut/a little selective.

[rhapsodc]

hello folks,

I'm Vic, 30ish, go by he/him.

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[your-lonely-witches]

Dante hadn’t meant to stop outside the room. He’d only been heading for the kitchen, half-asleep and thirsty, when the sudden burst of sound from the television had caught his attention. The volume dropped almost immediately, and perhaps nievely, Dante at first assumed it was just some sex scene in some film playing.

He should have gone back to his room. Instead, Dante lingered in the hallway, one hand resting lightly against the door frame as he peered through the narrow gap. His eyes settled first on the television, then drifted lower, catching the slow movement of his dad's arm moving. For a moment, Dante just watched, mouth going dry as the realisation of what he was watching dawned on him.

“You know,” he said eventually, his voice low enough not to carry through the rest of the house as he stepped into the room, “if you’re going to put on a show, you could at least make sure the door’s closed.”

He stepped into view then, walking over to the back of the sofa and leaning over it. His gaze dropped shamelessly towards Eliwood’s lap before lifting back to his face, “Unless you left it open on purpose?”

[rhapsodc]

Those first two words could have definitely given Eliwood a heart attack. He jumped on the couch, his hand grabbing the pillow and covering his hard on as he looked over his shoulders to watch his son approaching. On the dim light, he looked like a cat cornering a mouse. Turning his eyes away to shake that feeling, he focused on the inevitable fact that two guys on screen had started making out.

Eliwood cleared his throat. He didn't need to look behind him to know the boy was there, hovering above him. And watching that same damn scene. He moved his free hand, looking for the control, but he imagined it had fallen away from the couch when he jumped. Moving now would only denounce his hard cock and in front of his own son, well, that was... embarrassing.

"I left it open in case someone made a noise. That way I could stop it in time." The plan had worked many, many other nights before this one. There were no reasons to believe it wouldn't tonight. "What are you doing up anyway, boy? Sneaking up on your old man?"

[whispersoftheveil]

some  nights  were  rougher  than  others,  but  silas  had  long  since  stopped  wasting  time  thinking  about  consequences.  no  matter  what  he  built,  no  matter  how  carefully  he  tried  to  piece  a  life  together,  it  always  seemed  to  crumble  beneath  his  feet  sooner  or  later.  so  why  should  he  bother  trying  harder  than  everyone  else?  why  should  he  strive  for  more  when  life  itself  had  declared  war  on  his  very  soul?  assuming  he  even  had  one.  the  answer  to  that  seemed  forever  beyond  his  reach,  though  he  wasn't  sure  he  cared  enough  to  keep  searching  for  it.  he'd  grown  up  hearing  the  same  story  repeated  often  enough  that  he'd  eventually  started  believing  it  himself.  he  was  a  mistake.  one  of  the  gods'  greatest  failures.  if  that  was  the  part  he'd  been  born  to  play,  then  so  be  it.  he'd  play  it  on  his  own  terms.

ever  since  the  day  his  wings  had  first  torn  free,  he'd  become  little  more  than  a  traveler.  he  never  lingered  in  one  place  long  enough  to  grow  roots.  most  people  were  willing  to  convince  themselves  they  hadn't  seen  what  they  thought  they  had.  others,  however,  became  obsessed  with  finding  answers  where  there  were  none  to  give.  whispers  traveled  faster  than  horses  ever  could  and  though  his  name  rarely  accompanied  them,  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  somebody  connected  one  story  to  the  next.  it  was  easier  to  leave  before  that  happened.  there  would  always  be  another  town.  another  tavern.  another  fighting  pit  willing  to  part  fools  from  their  coin.

music  had  never  been  about  earning  a  living.  if  anything,  it  usually  earned  him  less  than  stepping  into  the  ring  ever  did.  but  there  was  a  quiet  honesty  to  it  that  fighting  lacked.  the  nights  were  longest  whenever  sleep  refused  him,  his  mind  filling  the  silence  with  memories  better  left  buried  and  the  guitar  had  become  one  of  the  few  things  capable  of  drowning  them  out.  he  sang  because  it  settled  something  inside  him.  because  for  a  handful  of  stolen  minutes,  the  anger  loosened  its  grip.  the  people  listening  barely  existed  beyond  the  edge  of  his  awareness.  they  always  had.  whether  the  room  was  full  or  nearly  empty  changed  very  little.  tonight,  though,  he  faced  the  crowd  instead  of  turning  away  from  it,  fingers  moving  absentmindedly  across  worn  strings.

he  felt  the  attention  before  he  saw  it.

years  of  surviving  on  instinct  had  taught  him  that  much.  some  stares  lingered  longer  than  they  should,  heavy  enough  to  crawl  beneath  skin  already  stretched  thin  by  too  many  years  of  looking  over  his  shoulder.  curious  eyes  rarely  brought  anything  good  with  them.

the  song  faded  beneath  his  fingertips  as  footsteps  approached,  steady  and  unhurried.  silence  settled  over  the  room,  the  last  note  lingering  in  the  stale  tavern  air  before  disappearing  altogether.  silas  lifted  his  head  then,  dark  eyes  settling  on  the  stranger  who  had  closed  the  distance  between  them.  broad  shoulders.  worn  armour.  the  kind  of  man  who  carried  himself  like  violence  came  as  naturally  as  breathing.

a  knight.

or  close  enough.

his  jaw  tightened  almost  imperceptibly.

the  coin  landed  beside  his  boot  with  a  muted  clink  against  the  old  wood,  drawing  his  gaze  only  briefly  before  it  returned  to  the  man  standing  before  him.  most  would've  thanked  him.  smiled,  perhaps.  silas  did  neither.

“then  you're  one  of  the  few.”  his  voice  was  low  from  disuse  more  than  anything  else,  rough  around  the  edges,  carrying  none  of  the  warmth  his  singing  had  moments  earlier.  for  a  heartbeat,  he  considered  leaving  it  there.  packing  away  the  guitar,  disappearing  through  the  back  door  before  curiosity  had  the  chance  to  become  questions.

instead,  he  rested  a  forearm  across  the  body  of  the  instrument  and  studied  the  stranger  in  silence.  "...you  don't  strike  me  as  the  sort  who  spends  evenings  paying  traveling  singers."

[rhapsodc]

hugo sensed the tension. it was a small thing. but he had been hardened by battles, both in war and in court. even the subtlest of the movements was something his eyes could capture. but he did not react to any of it. instead, he kept his posture. even though his cape was stained by the dirt of the road, his uniform underneath him could be easily spotted. a knight, from the King's special force. hugo was coming back to duty after an adventure of his own. but he had to keep his stature now that the was not hidden behind his black mask.

"well, you are quite an observer, bard." hugo pushed his chest forward. if they were being watched, he didn't want to give any wrong impressions. or maybe he was just showing off to the man. "but i was raised to appreciate some good music when i listen to it. and pardon me if i'm too direct, but your music does not belong in such a tavern."

his hand moved. he felt a bit odd, not knowing exactly where to put his hands then. he leaned the left one over the pummel of his sword. "so i guess we are both in the wrong place."

hugo stood there, looking the man in the eyes. as a knight for the king and coming from a family like his, he had learned to never look away. it was not hard for him to keep the stare. "please play more. it would make my night a little more bearable. and soften the hardness of the road tomorrow."

[tinglingpeter]

BAD BUNNY for Billboard

[ragtagrunaways]

Every breath stolen was hot and clammy not just from the hand covering his mouth but the air around them itself carried the heat of what they were getting up to. Trying to catch his breath was a wasted task, even more so with the way Vlad was starting to fuck in to him like his life depended on it. He knew they were surrounded, knew that if either of them got too loud that somebody would hear. Could overhear. Could walk i- "Fuck, fuck, Vlad, somebodies gonn-" The words were muffled by the other's hand, toes curling as he tried to compose himself. Not that there was much point Every thrust, every filthy word, how was he meant to keep any kind of ordered thoughts beyond the moans being muffled and feeling himself throb. Harder, and harder, especially when the other stilled himself while buried balls deep.

[rhapsodc]

It was getting close. He could feel it. It felt like a warmth that took over his guts, a jolt that spread slowly through his nerves, all the way down from his toes and all the way up to his lighted head. He grabbed the other tighter, hands shutting him up in the last second. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He asked almost all of breath and as if it was a secret password he was holding back, his body started shaking, his cock shooting a thick white load inside his friend. "Fuck. Fuck." He gritted his teeth, he really tried keeping it down. But one of the grunts that escaped him was loud enough to denounce what just happened - if someone had listened. "Fuck."

[coivi]

Laid out, spread out on his back amongst the finest silks and furs in the entire kingdom, the mage stretched out, long legs and arms resting, comforted by the chill in the air and the warm front coming off of the dragon. Nothing else interested him in this moment; not the rays of moonlight streaking through sheer curtains, not the wind sweeping them, nor did it ever cross his mind that the entire castle swarmed with servants and those loyal to his mighty King. Naturally, Cyrus felt a great sense of belonging with this powerful beast. Not only because he had an unbreakable desire to fulfil each and every wish he desired, but he knew he could trust him, be passionate and intimate with a man that could very easily burn him until he was ashes, and same could be applied with Cyrus. Two powerhouses. Naked and willing, soaking into each others bodies like two pieces of a puzzle. As he laid there, spreading his legs out to accommodate the broad and dense musculature of the shifter, his eyes inspected his frame, from the wide shoulders, the tears streaming down his cheeks from physical exertion and strain, the light spread of facial hair, the color his eyes and of his plumped rouged lips.

"I'm perfectly okay with that, my Lord—I seemed to have taken my sweet time in enjoying that little hole of yours." The thought alone had his cock pulsing as it was taken into that hot, wet mouth, forcibly stretching those soft lips out. "I'm not some meeker mortal. I have the stamina and the desire to fuck you, to please you, wherever and whenever you would like, however you would like it." Within reason—he didn't want to cause any internal damages and risk having a bounty on his head for hurting him accidentally with that weapon between his legs that Magnar had resumed on taking into the depths of his mouth. The second he feels the engorged head breaking, squeezing, into the constricting walls of that hazardous throat, his head arches back into the sheets behind him, letting out a deep, guttural moan, "fuck." A wince came next, followed by a grunt as he fought the urge to spruce and egg Magnar on. The warm, tender flesh of his balls were a particularly sensitive area for him, enough that a moan had practically been ripped right out of his lungs and his abdominal muscles contracted at the sensation.

Eye contact resumed, gaze bore down into the dragon. There was a sheepish smile on the warlocks face as a hand rested behind his head, the other laid out comfortably over his stomach, across the plains of his eight-pack washboard abs. He licked at his lips out of arousal, inspecting the rollback of his lips, the drenching of spit and pre-ejaculate dribbling down over untamed, unswallowed, untouched inches. Vast, lengthy and thick, with visible veins pulsing from his aroused state. As he peered down, he briefly looked past the King's face and shoulders, taking note of the swell of that rounded ass. Even though he had been at it, no more than half an hour ago, he was already hungry for more. To feel it seated across his face, just like before, where Cyrus had spent hours lathering up that sweet, puckered hole with such skilled tongue-work. "I'm aware you have an empire, a Kingdom to rule, but can I dare ask to make this a regular occurence?" The notion alone had another thick spurt of that delicious, somewhat sweet allure of pre-cum seeping from the slit of his bulbous head, fed directly to his throat to be swallowed down. There was no denying his attraction, two large alpha figures, muscled, heavy-set and well-endowed.

"I will be happy to provide you with my cock in whatever way you would like it. If you wish to suck it, or be fucked by it in the middle of the night or in the middle of the night, I am happy to be of service." Cyrus would never voice it outright, but he very well knew he had been endowed with a masterful weapon of pleasure and destruction. Noting how obscenely and loud his King was, lathering up that shaft like he had been missing it all his life, he interjected his thought process with a coy smile and a playful twitch of his cock where it nestled in his mouth, the proverbial icing on the cake to finalise the offer.

[rhapsodc]

It was so hard not to get enticed by this. He was focused on taking that cock, but not simply taking it. His whole body wanted to please it, as if that was the god, the magical thing that inspired awe and fear. Cyrus' cock was definitely on another level and few creatures had it that way. Magnar had tried it all, and he knew to appreciate a piece like that when it landed between his fingers. Hungry was not enough to describe his energy and need. He let his throat close around the cock until he felt the warmth on his cheeks and only then he moved back, breathing heavily and licking the spit that escaped the corners of his busy mouth.

A moment to appreciate the man lying in his silk nest. His hand left the girthy cock and moved up the firm abs, feeling the hard muscles until he was grabbing one side of his heavy chest, squeezing the muscle in his fingers and then letting go. "Somehow I don't doubt that. The gods would be awfully unfair to you giving something like this between your legs only to leave you meek and powerless to use it." He grinned before diving back, taking the cock back in, working on the way down the shaft. Further. Further until his lips could reach a new limit, but that was becoming harder and harder.

He gasped when he moved back this time. Breathing in was a loud endeavor. But it gave him a new moment to appreciate the man over him. "I could use a strong man like you in my side of this." Magnar licked his lips, one hand a fist around the girth, slowly, lazily stroking it. "And then you'd be by my side all times, and whenever I feel the hunger, I'd just ask you which one of my holes I'd like to have it used." The simple idea made him throb, his cock hard and big against the soft pillow under him.

"Would a man like you accept my orders though? Accept that some times a King needs a cock up his ass and be treated like a bitch in heat?" The question was sincere. Many men could not hold respect for a King that would beg for their cock to go deeper. And Magnar surely would do it. He had no doubt about it as he looked at the cock between his fingers. He leaned in, his nose against the wet tip, sniffing the head as his tongue ran under the length, following the darker line on the skin. "Because if you do, Cyrus, then yes, I'd like to have you by my side, always ready to serve me."

[smokecut]

Aaron simply moaned in recognition of Magnar's statement that he didn't need to thank him with words, but with his actions. The rider was then simply too consumed with the intoxicating taste and scent of Magnar's hole, crack and taint to even think of pulling back to say anything. Instead, he indulged himself and pleasured Magnar in equal measure by dragging his tongue up and down, lapping in particular places when he felt compelled to stop and appreciate the taste of what he was being given.

Naturally, Aaron had to sniff, too, inhaling the musky, manly scent emanating from Magnar's crack and balls. It had him moaning and whimpering, the sounds muffled but still oh so audible. And then, Magnar went further by starting to rub his ass against Aaron's face, the extra pressure inspiring him to both moan more loudly, the sounds already wrecked with lust, and then also to lap and lick with more force. Beneath it all, with how aching his dick was, Aaron just had to reach down too to start tugging himself.

@rhapsodc

[rhapsodc]

This was getting too hot. Magnar's cock stood achingly hard underneath his thick legs as he continued to move his hips up and down, rubbing on that pretty face. By the muffled sounds he heard, he was sure he wasn't the only one to enjoy the action. His fingers were holding tighter to the wood and he had to close his eyes and slow down a bit to allow that tongue to do its magic, because every time it passed over his pucker, he felt shivers run up his spine. Magnar was not often a bottom, but he was very well aware of the pleasures he could get by letting another man play with his ass a bit.

"How's the smell down there, boy?" His deep voice was almost lazy, rolling over his tongue as if he was tipsy. The big man moved a hand back, pulling the short hairs of Aaron's head to make him breath a little, but also to let him answer the question. It was also a good moment for Magnar to turn around, sitting on the chair and sliding down until his legs were raised up and his hole was again showing. "Now you can play with it a bit more, but once I say enough, you better start looking for another spot to sniff."

[ragtagrunaways]

The response was enough to coax a laugh from Declan before he could help himself at catching the other out. He made no effort to drop his arm for the time being, leaving Tulio to support it while the other was shifting slowly. Carefully giving the other a tug in the direction of the bed. "You're definitely a freka, man, but clearly I don't mind it now do I? C'mon, I'll go lay down so you don't have to keep my arm up like this." There was an easy confidence in his voice, clearly having no intentions of stopping the other any time soon. If anything he was just encouraging it, giving a slight flex against the other's face. "I gotta start packing an extra couple shirts, let you keep one of 'em?"

[rhapsodc]

As Declan moved away, Tulio licked his lips and smiled at the other. Looking quickly in the direction of the door and seeing no one walking that way, he was fast in joining Declan in his bed, kneeling over the mattress to crawl closer and closer to those pits again. "Underwear too. I'm running a very dangerous game of quickly taking yours when you go out for a shower." He admitted to that sin with a cheeky smirk on his lips before diving over his friend, tongue running over one of his nipples - two small circles that finished with his lips closing around the perky top - right as his tongue moved on from that to the pits. This time he was not just sniffing it, his tongue ran over the hair there, tasting the sweat he had only been taking in as a perfume.

[broodkeeper]

cain  had  been  enjoying  the  time  by  the  riverbank,  mostly  staying  out  of  everyone's  way.  most  people  in  the  village  found  him  weird  and  odd.  and  they  especially  think  that  it  was  a  rather....  interesting  fact  that  some  monsters  started  showing  up  at  the  same  time  cain  did.  but  they  had  no  proof  of  anything  to  outcast  him  physically,  so  instead  they  just  did  it  socially.  which  cain  was  okay  with.  an  egg  was  craddled  carefully  in  his  arms  as  he  relaxed  in  the  sun,  before  hearing  the  sound  of  someone  else  making  their  way.  cain  was  quick  to  hide.

it  was  then  that  he  noticed  that  it  was  one  of  the  people  who  traveled  to  their  village.  probably  one  of  the  few  people  that  some  of  the  villagers  have  openly  distasted  more  than  cain  himself.  cain  sighed  as  apparently  his  hiding  hadn't  been  swift  enough,  and  he  came  out  of  his  hiding  spot.  the  egg  carefully  hidden  in  his  sack  that  he  preciously  put  on  the  ground  before  looking  back  at  the  other.  “you  know,  you  could  have  picked  any  other  spot  right?”  he  said  before  tilting  his  head  as  he  listened  to  the  other  man's  inquiry.

"i  did.  figured  some  sun  would  do  me  good  after  being  so  cooped  up  for  so  long."  cain  was  shirtless,  and  there  was  droplets  of  water  running  down  his  frame  before  being  soaked  up  in  the  shorts  that  he  put  on  to  cover  up  his  core.  last  thing  he  needed  was  for  the  villagers  to  have  another  reason  to  outcast  him.  his  eyes  took  in  the  handsome  man,  surprised  now  that  he  got  a  good  look  at  him  by  how  attractive  he  was.  "you're  one  of  the  'evil  doers'  the  villagers  have  been  talking  about?"  he  asked  curiously.

[rhapsodc]

fawkes shrugged at the question before chuckling and shaking his head a little. "obviously i could." still, that didn't stop him from staying exactly where he was, standing under the warm sun and letting it heat up his body. it was clear to him the other was trying to hide something away, but fawkes had quickly learned that in this spot, less questions was his best option to go by.

stretching, he listened to the other speak. he lifted his arms way above his head, the muscles on his torso stretching along. he let go with a satisfied sigh, his naked body at full exposition to cain's eyes. "huh, is that what they are calling us now? i thought 'villains' was their preferred choice." his hand moved to scratch somewhere on his left side, right over his ribs. "what about you? they don't seem to think you're a good doer neither."

[daily-men]

JAVIER BARDEM The Gentleman’s Journal, Autumn 2024

[rhapsodc]

ooc!

good day of updates. only 3 drafts still to-do. everything else in the queues. most of the muses' bio are done. changed the muse page for the fantasy verse a bit.

again a reminder that top or bottom is a preference and not a limit. all my muses are very, very adaptable.

did a starter. replied to a few others. now im leaving for the sunday. see you all later.

[galaxymuses]

open to: anyone, m/f/nb muse: ezra starling portrayed by: penn badgley plot: classic plot right here! y/m failed their test at uni. uh oh! their professor is determined to make sure that they pass, however. so he's going to forcibly take your muse as payment for all the inconvenient fuckery he has to do to make sure their succeed in their education (: potential kinks: VERY NON-CON/DUB-CON. please check his about for his kinks, any fly here. i will be checking out y/m's kinks/your rules before responding. if you don't have any on your blog, pls lemme know if there's something you don't like in the tags or through IMs! happy for this to turn into ezra blackmailing your muse afterwards <3 read my rules before interacting! @indiestarter <3

"shhhhh, shh, shh, shh, shh." he presses them up to his desk in his office, one hand grasping at their clothes whilst the other is planted firmly on their hip, pinning them in place. "you want to pass the class, don't you? this is how we're gonna make it happen. i'm going to fuck you, right here and now. and you're going to take it. understand?"

[rhapsodc]

"very funny, mr. starling." roy chuckled. he always did it when he was nervous. and damn, he was nervous. he tried clearing his throat, looking over his shoulder. the door to the classroom was still closed. maybe he could come back later, when the man was not in a funny mood. "uh, i have a class now. but if it's okay with you, we can discuss this, mr. starling, i-" he stopped, the hand on his hips, no, the grip on his hips shutting him up for an instant. "mister starling, are you trying to make a joke?"

[disgustingdegenerate]

You might think you're done after you've swallowed my cum. But I want you to stay there on your knees. I'll wipe the tears from your face and tell you what a good job you did choking on my cock. Then I'll bend down and give you a kiss on your forehead and whisper to you.

"Put it back in your mouth, sweetheart. I need to piss too" 💛

[notgaybuckybarnes]

KIT CONNOR Heartstopper Forever (2026)

[rhapsodc]

@ragtagrunaways / raunchy action prompts.

sender rips receiver's clothes while feverishly trying to undress them

The ripping sound of his shirt coming apart made him chuckle. There they were, right in the middle of a wild area, just outside one route over to where his father's gym was. And fooling around, unashamedly. "You did miss me." He chuckled, getting rid of the last pieces of the cloth that still hung around him. "Please don't rip my pants. Would be very hard to explain to my pa. Maybe I can say an Ursaring attacked." He chuckled, only to be stopped in his self-congratulatory chuckle by a kiss in his mouth. "Damn, haven't they been feedin' you on your journey?"

[your-lonely-witches]

Alex / give him some hot older neighbour where they become a little thing behind his parents back / for tops

"I'm really sorry about this - its just my parents said to come to yours if anything happened and - yeah-" Every year his parents went away on some cruise. Usually he'd stay with family but he'd begged them to let him stay home this year. They'd agreed, but gave him a list of numbers to ring and had said that if there was an emergency to go to the neighbour next door.

It was a week into the trip when, thanks to a burst pipe, the kitchen had practically flooded. Or at least that's what he'd told the neighbour who came to find the kitchen leaking, but it wasn't as bad of a disaster as he'd made out in his panic.

"C-can I get you anything, I feel like an idiot."

[rhapsodc]

"let me just grab a shirt."

Xander did not mind this at all. Alex' dad had told him, while they were playing cards one night, that the boy might knock. He emphasized the might by explaining to Xander how responsible and good Alex generally was. And independent. But as the shirt glued to his body (the damn warmwave was as humid as a tropical island and even after a cold bath, only by walking from one house to the other got him sweaty again), he bent a litte to check under the sink. "That's just a small thing. Probably was due to happen anyway." He got up, lifting the front side of his shirt and moving it to try and make the air circulate.

"Got any spare tools around? I've seen your dad messing around with the stuff. But if you don't know where it is, we can go back to my place and take it." He put a hand under his shirt then, feeling how warm and wet his skin felt. "No A/C in the house? What? Are you cold?"

[nkp1981]

Oscar Isaac with his dog Moby in "King Hamlet", 2025