#Evan rosier top

[jegulus4444]

Evan Rosier tops. Argue with the wall.

[likeprongstostars]

the peak of my art career

[ecstarry]

imagine regulus’ bachelor trip were he made pandora best woman and she makes everyone wear pink team groom shirts and pink cowboy hats with sparkles and honestly reg doesn’t mind because the sight of all of them with matching shirts in the airport is fucking hilarious they are in the american express lounge waiting for their flight and parents are keeping their children close and covering their ears because barty ‘bad mouth’ crouch can’t stop talking about all the absolutely not family friendly activities they will be doing that weekend

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Barty doesn’t bottom for evan

say that to his loose bumhole lmaoooo thanks for the microfic inspiration anon!

Straw blonde hair curled around dark brown fingers as Evan pulled back Barty's head. The sound of skin slapping together against one another could barely be heard over the sound of the man moaning shamelessly. Lanky legs shook as they spread around Evan's form, the rest of his emaciated body bent over the dining table in whatever way had come easiest when Evan had first grabbed him.

"Fuck, Rosie.. so good," the man let out, his lips twitching upwards in a pleased expression. As his hair was pulled, the man followed, allowing him the closeness Evan had been robbing him of so far.

Sweat already laced Evan's skin, as well as the clothes he'd barely taken off. Loose grey sweatpants had been shimmied down to expose his cock and they were now paying the price of their hurry with the few stains lingering in the fabric.

At the opportunity, Barty buried his face in Evan's neck as much as the position allowed him, inhaling deeply.

"You smell so fucking good," he purred, nipping at a stretched earlobe. Golden eyes rolled as they watched, meeting blue only briefly before roughly gripping Barty's whorish waist. With a quick move the freckled man was bent over the table again, regular thrusts returning.

"You're such a pervert. Getting turned on by smelling me, all sweaty and shit.." he trailed off. Despite his mocking, a groan left Evan—somewhat of a rarity from the otherwise silent man.

He'd let his head fall backwards and a breath left him as he did so, feeling the warm insides of his boyfriend stretch to accommodate his every move. It was clear Barty was eager to keep him as deep as possible by the way he clenched around Evan each time he pressed himself balls deep into him.

A hand travelled downwards and a poorly stifled laugh left Barty. Pale, slender fingers found the bulge in his stomach, rubbing it every time it appeared.

"I can't help it, Rosie," he insisted. "Besides, you're the one, heh, who came home and bent me over the table. In the middle of the k-kitchen too. Naughty, naughty, Ev."

He'd expected it, the way Evan's grip tightened around his hair, tugging at it again.

"Only because you were sending me pictures, like some damn whore."

A sound similar to a giggle left the man pressed against the table and he clenched around his boyfriend once more.

"Mhm, your whore," he urged.

It was subtle, the twitch Evan's hips offered, but it made Barty push his hips back further, meeting each thrust the man delivered. His words turned to moans, muddled and incomplete.

The hand that had rested on his stomach moved to find Evan's hand, the one that rested on his waist, and he pulled it upwards to inhale the sweaty smell lingering at his wrist. It was almost embarrassing how fast he came after that, jerking his hips while thin streaks of white decorated their dining table.

Evan licked his lips at the sight, showing little mercy as he continued to ram into Barty before a similar splash of white filled up the insides of a man that had already taken to begging for more.

[elizabethcassiopea]

Pandora: *looking at Evan, laying on Barty's lap* Are you fucking my brother, Junior??

Barty: Are you crazy? Of course not!

Pandora: Alright *calmly sipping tea*

Barty: *with mischievous smile* Your brother is fucking me...

Pandora: *spews tea everywhere*

[maladaptivewriting]

you know how when you read smut, you can instantly tell whether the author has had sex or not?

well the same thing is true for people who have or have not been a part of big friend groups, especially in their teen years

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

back from my slumber but deep in an art block ahahahahahakillmeahahahhaha anyway this was inspired by my james playlist <33 (he’s the typa guy to listen to face off unironically and then bust it down to shake it off you can’t change my mind)

also reg is me when i don’t have my headphones at any given time

[swag696942069]

Barty, about to enter Evan: Here comes the airplane

Evan, mortified: Don't ever say that to me again

[odillisea]

I love being a multishipper in the marauders fandom. Two characters exist? Yeah, sure they can kiss why not. I can see it. And we can literally just change bits and pieces of the characters to make them fit better if we really want to because we made them up in the first place.

It’s like a small child smashing two barbies together to make them kiss. If we say they can work together as a ship, then it will happen. Literally nothing can stop us.

[lilyystarr]

rosekiller invented dom bottom and sub top

[jegulus4444]

Im sitting with my friends and they have no clue I’m writing Rosekiller smut 😂

Whats wrong with me ?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 17 - Top

@rosekillermicrofic September 17, word count 482

Previous part First Jegulus part

Barty, Evan and Regulus hopped into the van and drove to the café.

“Oh, by the way, all your boxes are in the back,” Barty told Regulus conversationally as they waited at a red light. “I tried to drop them off on Saturday, but there was no one around.” He moved his foot from the break and onto the accelerator and gunned it when the light turned green. 

“Oh, yeah, Sirius and Remus were having a BBQ, and they invited me. That’s kind of why I need your help,” Regulus said, wincing when Barty squeezed the van between a parked car and a sticking-out bus. 

“Don’t tell me it’s your brother we’re out to get? Did he give you food poisoning or something?” Barty flicked his eyes to Regulus and back to the road, narrowly avoiding two cyclists riding two abreast. “Nob heads! Use the bike path!” He bellowed out of the window as he raced past them. 

“No. There’s this TickTock guy who’s been recording Sirius ranting in the café. Which is fine, but he recorded all the stuff with me. He snuck into the back and filmed Sirius having a panic attack and some other things. Sirius is really fucked up over it all.” Regulus said sadly. “So, I thought we’d give the guy a taste of his own medicine. We know who it is, he’s a regular, but the whole family is coming, and I thought you two could bring a bit of menace to the situation.” 

Strangely, Barty was extremely angered by the audacity of a stranger filming someone having a panic attack and uploading it for others to see. He himself had suffered from panic attacks and knew how private they were. This piece of shit was going down. 

They rounded the final corner to see the café in front of them and beside the side door, a blonde figure stood waiting. 

“Is-is that Pandora?” Regulus asked. “Did you call her?” He turned to Evan. 

“Nope,” Evan whispered. 

“I swear she has powers,” Barty said, just as quietly. 

“Yeah, and she doesn’t always use them for good either,” Evan added. All three men gulped as Barty carefully pulled the van up beside the kerb. 

“Hi Panda,” Evan called out of the window, his voice only slightly strained. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, you know, just felt like I should be,” The men in the van all shared a look before they got out. 

Barty threw open the van doors, and they all grabbed a box while Pandora used Regulus’s key to let them in. She pranced up the stairs and unlocked the door at the top. They made quick work of unloading the few belongings Regulus owned and, after a quick tour, followed him into the kitchen and, for the first time in, Barty had forgotten how many years, he laid his eyes on Sirius Black. 

Next part

[c0mbatchameleon]

ohh baby I am still thinking abt pillow princess reg (from this post). she was raised all prim and proper and filthy rich, the spoiled youngest daughter with an older brother right. fuck it maybe she was an actual princess. one of those random countries that still have royalty or whatever. so she leaves her family, and then somehow someway the aforementioned rosekiller murder girlfriends adopt her. and everything they do and wear and say is always SUCH a culture shock but she loves them but she’s a little horrified sometimes. like the girl is short circuiting at something as simple as seeing their unshaved armpits.

and the spaces she’s grown up in, the people she’s been around her whole life have objectified her so much that she’s never once even really considered her own pleasure. that’s not useful to anyone. she’s something to be married off and treated as a vessel of sorts. so like yes she’s been spoiled and is used to being the center of attention but not like this.

barty and evan are like “dw baby you can be a different kind of princess now. we can still find ways to spoil u” and ohhh do they!!!

[starlittragedies]

can’t stop thinking about the doctor!jegulus fanart so here’s a marauders grey’s anatomy au brain dump (black’s anatomy)

ok so imagine regulus who just got back from studying abroad and is going the hospital his brother works at (as a cardio attending) for his intern year… the night before he started to get a bit drunk on the pub by his apartment as he isn’t quite comfortable being back to the city he grew up in (because in every universe walburga is a shitty mother and her children suffer from it) and sleeps with a random guy.

the following day, his first day as an intern, he runs a bit late then later meets his fellow interns pandora, dorcas, evan, and barty… they’re all under the resident alice fortescue by the way (who seems to have a bit of trouble with another attending but we’ll get on with that later).

regulus’ first case was monitoring a kid (more of a tween if u ask me) and when he meets the assigned peds attending, he is shocked to see its the man he slept with the previous night.

[v7lgar]

rosekiller first time rosekiller first time rosekiller first time rosekiller first time rosekiller first time rosekiller first time rosekiller first time

it's not planned, they didn't even kiss before. it happens all quick. they were fighting abt smth or someone (probably bcuz of jealousy) and they pushed each other and one of them wrapped their hand to other's throat and they smashed their lips. and they were rough w each other. they scratched and bit each other, pulling hair and slamming each others body to wall, to bed, to floor and any hard surface and they ripped their clothes while trying to eat each other. they fight for dominance as well and i believe the first time evan topped definitely bcuz he was at the wits of his patience w barty lmao. they didn't have lube or condom. they did raw and choose the painful way. they really sisnt care tho, they were waiting for this to happens for a long time but they just didn't know when.

[adh-james-version]

Who cares about canon?

I just wanted to say something, why do we always have to put so much emphasis on canon. Like I get why but in the grand scheme of things- canon is just another fanfic it’s just the one that started it all.

Who cares that it was published!? Who cares that these characters died in it!? Who cares that these characters weren’t as important!?

Stop saying “oh that wasn’t canon” as a way to burst peoples bubbles and ideas or AUs. the only thing separating the bedrock fics of this fandom like “ATYD” and “Art Heist, Baby” is the fact that they’re not published/monetized.