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[alwaysanundertone]

Day 16: knife play | rosekiller

smut

TW: knife play, choking, multiple orgasms, masturbation, piv, oral (fem! receiving), blood

You were nervous, sitting on your bed, wearing only a skimpy set which left little  to nothing to the imagination, fidgeting with the ribbon adorning the little box you held. You knew that it was stupid, you had already decided you were going to ask your boyfriend to try something new, but you were so nervous.

Lately, everything seemed to be off in your relationship. There was this… tension, you couldn’t really acknowledge what was happening, but you knew that the sex had got a bit boring, that Barty seemed to always have his mind somewhere else, somewhere you weren’t allowed, apparently.

Actually, you were lying to yourself: you had an idea about what had been disturbing your relationship, and that was Evan Rosier.

Evan, who had slowly, but surely, conquered a place into Barty’s life, first by sitting next to him in every and any class, often ending with you sitting right in front of them. Then, he was stealing Barty’s attention from you during lunch, during dinner, to the point where Barty often forgot about your dates, too busy hanging around with the blond guy. The worst part about this? You weren’t jealous about Barty, no, you were jealous over the fact that you weren’t a part of their… relationship. Evan was a hot guy, that much was obvious, but he was also kind, he had an alluring aura around him: he was intimidating, yes, but he was also so calm, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

It all got worse when, one week ago, you were in tears after failing your herbology test, sitting in a corner in the women’s bathroom. He heard you, sat next to you, and hugged you tight: the worst part about it? In that moment, you didn’t wish for Barty to be there with you, no, you wished you could make that moment last forever. You wished you could stay in his arms, smelling his cologne, feeling the soft fabric of his jumper against your face until there was nothing left but you’re bones.

So, you were now sitting in your room, waiting for your boyfriend, knowing that this was your last chance to fix this mess: if you couldn’t fix this with sex, you knew you had to let go of the relationship, even if it broke your heart.

In that moment, Barty entered your room, followed by Evan. You widened your eyes, desperately trying to cover yourself, while the two guys had different reaction: while your boyfriend seemed embarrassed, Rosier was chuckling, his gaze trained on your face, then on your tits, then lower, much lower.

“What the fuck, Barty, this was supposed to be a fucking date!” You screeched, scrambling to find your blanket, only for Evan to cast a spell, making all the blankets vanish in thin air. You both looked at him, stunned. He scoffed.

“Listen, I thought you were a bit less dense, but it seems like you won’t understand this, so I’ll be really fucking clear: I like you both, and don’t even pretend to not like me back, because it’s obvious” He raised a brow at Barty. “You are always staring at my ass, and not in a bromance way, thank you very much” He turned to you, making you blush. “I don’t even need to say anything about you, your wet panties are enough evidence, so”

Barty seemed to mull it over, a slow smirk taking place on his face. “I do think your ass is really pretty.” You stared at them, mouth agape. Was this some type of twisted joke? Why was your boyfriend openly talking about his best friend’s ass, and why was this making you extremely turned on.

The brunette trained his gaze on you, a grin slowly taking over his face. “Come on, love, what do you think? Do we include the blonde slut in our relationship?”

“Hey”

“Shut up, Rosier, I know you get turned on when I degrade you”

“You’re right, won’t even try to pretend”

They both turned to look at you, as you shrinked into yourself. Sure, Evan was hot, and kind, and you kind of had a crush on him, but was this a good idea? “What… What if it doesn’t work out and I lose the both of you”

Evan cooed at you. “Awe, princess, look at you, already scared of losing me” He now stood in front of you, his hand on your jaw. “You won’t. If I get my hands on you two, you aren’t going anywhere, ever. I will be always next to you. It took too long to plan this out to see this blow in my face, you’re stuck with me. The both of you” He pushed his thumb inside of your mouth, you welcomed it, sucking at it tentatively. “Good girl” He whispered under his breath. Barty groaned; both of your heads snapped in his direction.

“I think we should seal this love path by fucking. What do you think, love?” You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. What was the point in pretending you didn’t want this? Evan put his lips right above your ear. “You would be the centre of our attention. Our little troublemaker, you would be our whole world.” He nipped at your earlobe. “Just think about how many orgasms you will be experiencing, two pairs of  hands exploring your body” One of his hands squeezed your right breast, gently, tentatively, only to strengthen his grip when you moaned. “Two dicks pounding into you”

“Yes. Yes, I’d like that” You saw them exchanging a pointed look. It was then that Barty spotted the little box you still held.

“What do you have there?”

You blushed furiously, not having the time to hide it before Evan caught it, holding it in front of you. As you reached for it, he casted a quick spell, actively immobilizing you. He opened it, ignoring your protests, only to let out a low whistle.

“What a kinky little minx you are. Look at this Barty” He flicked the knife, smirking at your boyfriend. “I think she wants us to use it on her, don’t you, princess?”

You licked your dry lips. “Y-yes, I’d really like that” Barty took the knife from Evan’s hands, kneeling in front of you. “Evan, spread her legs for me” As he casted the spell, your thighs fell open, and he was looking at the blond guy with an evil smirk. “Good boy”

Then, his attention was back on you. He traced the handle of the knife over your clit, the hard material collecting your juices through the panties. “Look at how wet she is. Do you want to feel this blade on your skin?” You nodded furiously, your mind soon clouding with the desire you felt for them.

“What’s your safeword?”

You gulped. “Pomegranate”

Evan smirked when he realized your safeword was, in fact, his favourite fruit. “She’s so sweet”

Barty smirked over his shoulder. “Just wait until you’ll taste her. You will get addicted” You blushed furiously, making the both of them coo at you. “Don’t get all shy now, love”

With one swift motion of the blonde’s wrist, your panties were gone, making Barty grumble. “What? I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first year, I’m getting a bit impatient, y’know?”

“Shut up and put your mouth to a better use”

Evan smirked sinfully. “Don’t have to tell me twice” Soon, he was kneeling down between your thighs, while Barty pushed you down, so that you were laying on your bed, your legs dangling softly. “So wet already, tell me, beautiful, did you fantasize about this moment? Did you dream of us two taking you, making you come until you only  remembered our names?” You moaned, incapable of holding it. “Look at that, Barty, does she always get this wet from dirty talking?”

You felt the blade caressing your skin, the sharp edge of it stinging while it traced a path from your navel up, until it reached the soft skin between your breasts. “Yes, Barty, I think she really likes that” He traced a finger from your whole up to your clit, collecting your wetness, then locking his gaze with yours while sucking at it.

You felt feverish, your mind suddenly blank, your ears were ringing, and they hadn’t even done something to make you react like this. When the blonde guy sucked gently at your clit, you felt like you were about to come, your thighs locking around his head. “Yes, baby, choke me with these thighs, I will die a happy man”

“So desperate, Rosier” Barty was still tracing white paths along your skin.

“I’ll always be like this with you two”

You moaned, while the brunette murmured a low ‘fuck’ under his breath. As Barty nipped the skin of your right breast, you felt like you were ready to come.

“Evan, don’t stop, please, I’m about to-“

“Already coming for me, sweetness? Are you going to let me taste you like a good girl? Then come, baby” As the finished talking, you orgasmed, your mind going blank for a straight minute while Evan didn’t let go of your clit, sucking at it, admiring your expressions from between your thighs.

When you came back on Earth, Barty was standing right between your thighs, one of his hands on your hips, while the other gripped Evan’s dick harshly, who was holding the knife in his left hand. He entered you with one violent thrust, your back arching as a moan escaped your lips.

“You sound so hot, baby, going to mark you up” The blonde guy was trying to focus on the movements of the knife, the sting from the cutting only enhancing your pleasure.

“Always so tight f’me, fucking hell I’m about to come” Barty moaned, pistoning his hips against yours, one of his hands on your neck, squeezing.  You already felt on the verge of another orgasm, crying out.

“Let go for us, baby, come on my dick like a good girl, you’re so beautiful.” He kissed you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, blood spilling in his own mouth. “I fucking love you” You came, screaming, as your boyfriends followed you, Evan painting your belly with his seed.

“Look at that, darling, now you’re ours” You trained your gaze on your belly. Right next to a spurt of come, there were a B and an E carved on your skin.

“I want a fucking picture”

You fell down on the bed, utterly consumed but finally happy.

tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @remussbitch @sammyreid

[stagprongs]

charlie dalton: maybe in another universe my best friend isn’t dead.

another universe…

the poets and the marauders, different world same heartbreak

[pearlynia]

Sirius "dogfather" Black

Remus "I love you more than chocolate" Lupin

James "it's a stag not a deer🤓" Potter

Regulus "I'm not gonna learn how to swim, you can't tell me what to do! *Drowns not even a year later* Black

Barty "I'm not insane 🙄" (famous last words) Crouch

Evan *DEAD silent* Rosier

[billsbae]

the main reason i was (and i am) so obsessed with the idea of jegulus raising harry and pandalily raising luna is that in this au we could have crazy and immature uncles barty and evan for both of them. we could just have rosekiller with luna, which is awesome, but i can't stop imagining how feral harry would be if barty and evan took part in raising him

[bri-cheeses]

Sometimes I imagine James meeting the rest of the Skittles for the first time and Barty is in Evan’s lap and Evan’s arm is around his waist but no one’s commenting on it or even side-eyeing them, and they’re all acting like this is completely, utterly, one hundred percent normal. And James is fully confused because he didn’t think that they were dating or anything so why are they doing that?

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: Hey, Evan, have you seen Barty anywhere—why is there a raccoon on your lap?

Evan: He’s my pet?

Regulus: Your pet. What’s his name?

Evan: Fluffy?

Regulus: …

Evan: …

Regulus: That’s Barty in his Animagus form, isn’t he?

Evan: Yeah precisely

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Obsessed with the idea of Slytherin Skittles true crime podcast that is just them reading over real crimes and pointing out each of the criminal’s mistakes.

once, someone repeatedly sent them hate comments saying they could never do better causing Batshit Barty and the gang to go “Bet”

A week later, A newly freed child abuser who didn’t serve his time was found dead with the exact same MO they said in the latest episode of the podcast with none of the mistakes they pointed out. No one could prove they did it yet everyone knew.

The podcast continued as usual.

[doomedtokill]

rosekiller strangers to lovers au where regulus drags barty to watch james play football and barty is never interested in the game but the pretty boy across the stand from him.

each home match barty goes to, the boy is always in the same seat across from him completely uninterested in the match, but every time he looks around he catches barty's eye. every week barty takes a seat closer and closer to him to eventually they are a row apart. barty ends up talking to him the whole match and instantly is obsessed with this strange guy called evan

[alwaysanundertone]

Day 4: wax play | rosekiller

smut

TW: piv, wax play, multiple orgasms, handcuffs, oral fem receiving

“Hey Gremlin!” You rolled your eyes as Barty made his entrance in your dorm room, Evan trailing behind him.

“You know, I don’t understand why you can’t use some cute nicknames like every other boyfriend”

“Oh, stop complaining, we got you a present” This sparked your attention. You turned on your chair, facing them.

“You’re such a little minx, only paying us attention when we get you presents. Such a spoiled brat”

You stuck your tongue out at Evan. “Stop acting like a little bitch and give me my present, please?” You made puppy eyes at Evan, who handed you the bag.

“You have such an attitude for being so little”

You chose to ignore the blonde guy, reaching inside the bag, and blushing immediately when you saw what it contained, your boyfriends exchanging a devilish smirk.

You held two pairs of pink handcuffs in one hand and a candle in the other, your eyes widened at the sight. “Already loosing your attitude? Thought it would take a little bit more effort” It wasn’t that you were scared about was coming, but more about the fact that you didn’t have a clue about what they had in mind.

“What is the candle for?” They both smirked, Evan reached for your cheek, caressing it softly.

“It’s not a regular candle, baby, it’s a special one. You see, if you were to touch the wax, you’d feel the sting, but you wouldn’t have any medical repercussions, no risk of getting burned or developing infections.”

Suddenly you understood well what was about to come, and the prospect scared you as much as it excited you. The sex between you three had always been rougher than the average vanilla couple, but they didn’t try anything this kinky until now.

“What do you say, baby, do you want to try?” You hummed slightly, still not totally convinced. “If you don’t want to it’s fine, we can do other fun things, you know?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just… What if the pain gets overwhelming? Like, how can you tell if I’m just playing the part or if I’m really hurt and I want it to stop?”

Barty took your hand into his, kissing your fingertips.  “Love, we were about to say that if we’re trying this, we have to set a safe word” You looked at him confused. “Basically, we’re going to establish a word that you’re going to use only if it gets too much and you want to take a break or stop altogether. You have to choose one and tell us” Now that they were putting it like this, you didn’t have any reason to stop this.

“Okay, I want to try it. I think my safeword could be ‘mango’”

“Perfect love. Now, lay back” You did as you were told, both securing one of your wrists to the bedpost, the fuzzy material tickling the skin of your wrist. Evan placed a soft kiss on your lips, the contact alone making your head spin with need, while Barty started teasing you through your already wet panties.

You saw Evan reaching inside of his pocket for his lighter, his black-coloured thumb lighting it up, the motion somehow sexy. Once the candle was lit, you prepared yourself for the wax, but it didn’t come. Instead, Barty teared apart your panties, sucking your clit gently, making you gasp.

Meanwhile, Evan had started playing with your nipples, pinching them softly, eliciting soft moans from you. It was only when you were already lost in pleasure that you felt the first drop of wax on your flat stomach, you felt your brain short-circuiting, the sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure made a quite pleasuring combo, you moaned slightly.

“Pass me the candle, Barty” As your pussy was still under attack, Evan poured some drops on the skin of your breasts, making you shiver in both pain and pleasure. You felt Barty’s finger probing your entrance, as he dragged it painfully slow, still sucking in a rapid rhythm your clit.

When Barty curled his finger, caressing your G-spot, you couldn’t help but cum all over his face and fingers. “Already coming for us, pet? You’re being so good for us, such a good girl” You moaned at Barty’s praise. “She tastes so sweet, Evan, come taste her.” And just like that, the two guys were making out just above your head, while they let wax drip in the valley between your breasts, making you whimper slightly.

“How are you feeling, doll?” As you were about to respond, Crouch let some was  “accidentally” drip on your mound, making you scream. At this point you couldn’t tell anymore if the sensation was pleasurable or painful. “Words, doll, or we won’t understand”

He kept letting wax drip on your skin, as you force a flebile “good”. Even though you pretended to hate it, you secretly loved when they were acting a little bit sadistic, their faux compassion making you feel helpless. You saw Evan putting on a condom, and after a few seconds he entered you harshly, making you gasp. “Sorry love, you just look so sexy like this.” Barty kept dripping wax on your body, now following a specific pattern you couldn’t make out.

You felt your head being shifted to lay on the blonde’s shoulders, while he picked up a relentless rhythm, his thumb pressing down on your clit, eliciting a few moans from you.

Barty leaned down, kissing your lips softly, then making the wax drip directly on your nipples, his mouth muffling your screams. He tasted like mint and tobacco, the mix always making your head spin.

When he started playing with your nipples you knew you were gone for good. “I’m- Oh my god, Evan, fucking hell” He found that special spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back in your head. “Going to come”

You did, milking his cock, his orgasm following right after yours while Barty released himself all over your tits.

Still blissed out, you felt a flash on your skin, making you open your eyes. You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at your belly: right on your stomach there was a big “E + B” written in purple was, Barty’s cum covering your breasts right above it.

“Gonna make this my wallpaper AND lockscreen”

“Motherfucker, that was MY idea first”

You decided to not interfere in their bickering, your orgasm lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep, knowing that they were going to clean you up.

tags: @sxmnc @peterparkerspersonalplaything @riaaavm @iamawkwardandshy @eeviee4 @mysterialee @famouscrusadeluminary @el1smells @rishofkf @mooonyxoxo @happymaeday @yourfiendlyneighbourspiderman @whyshouldihaveanam3 @amazing-bobinsky @barnesandmetal @just-here-for-ff @sammyreid @remussbitch @randomcreator-09

[stagprongs]

remus : there’s a thin line between being a genius and being a idiot , james and sirius uses that line like a fucking jump rope

[versatancore]

people love to talk behind barty's back. of course they do, he's loud, arrogant, noisy, doesn't listen to classes and still gets the highest marks. one day when evan who doesn't give a fuck about anything, quiet, unpredictable but unproblematic is passing by and hears them so he casually leans into the table like nothing happened. speaks with the most normal voice you can imagine "this is the last time you'll be talking about him." then he just leaves and they understand.

[katakosmos]

we should all start treating evan rosier like a lab rat. we should hurt him, starve him, dissect him, amputate some part of his body and use him to the limits of the impossible. then kill him and call it an unsuccessful experiment.

[deathnguts]

Ok but rosestarkiller where EVAN AND REGULUS started dating first.

[bri-cheeses]

| June 2nd | Prompt: Die | Word count: 452 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Evan?” Barty’s voice was hesitant, serious in a way that was rare for him. It was his tone that got Evan to look up from his schoolwork.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Barty said.

Evan froze.

Then he stared at the boy across from him, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But the thing was, it didn’t make sense, those words coming from Barty’s mouth as Evan sat in his bed, meters away from where Barty was sprawled out on his own blankets.

“You—you do?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Evan wanted to kick himself for the hopeful way in which he had asked the question.

However, he was distracted from the desire as Barty sat up straight, seemingly eager to prove his point.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re my closest friend.”

And it was from the way Barty said “friend” that Evan instantly knew that he had hoped for too much.

Barty had meant a platonic kind of love.

Of course.

Evan looked back down at his papers, unable to keep looking at Barty as he continued, “I don’t know what I would do without your friendship. And I just thought you should know.”

Evan appreciated the sentiment. Really, he did. He loved being a part of Barty’s life, and even if he did wish it was as more than a friend, he would rather know Barty and be in love with him from the sidelines than not know him at all.

“Thank you,” Evan said.

It was a weak response. Too weak, judging from the way Barty’s posture slumped slightly. But seconds later, he straightened back up, Evan’s mediocre response only seeming to renew his desire to prove the truth of his words from earlier

The weight of Barty’s gaze burned into Evan as he said, “You’re my ride-or-die, Evs.”

They were lovely, wonderful words, but Evan couldn’t stop a corner of his mouth from pulling down. He tried to stop it, he really did, but his emotions couldn’t seem to keep from showing on his face. The only saving grace was that the side of his mouth turned down in a frown was the side away from Barty, meaning that he couldn’t see it.

What he could almost definitely see, however, was Evan’s reluctance to say anything.

“I mean it,” Barty insisted after several seconds of no response from Evan.

And now Evan had to say something.

So, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone, Evan mumbled back, “Of course, Bee.”

Then, making up some story about a headache, he excused himself from the conversation and closed the curtains around his bed.

He really didn’t want to think about any of it.

-

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: James is just the worst. He thinks he’s so smart and so attractive. He makes me feel good about the world and my place in it.

Evan: Barty, he’s doing it again!

[marauderswhore4]

Unofficial Conversations the Marauders have definitely had:

(Remus and Sirius discussing the lycanthropy)

Remus: I'll just ring up the werewolf and tell him to fuck off

Sirius: Tell him politely though or he might get more mad