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rosekillermicrofic · 3 days

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Hi Rosekiller lovers! <3

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moonyswarmsweaters · 3 days

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Reblog and/or like to join my army of protecting Regulus Black

#the marauders #mauraders #marauders era #regulus black #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #jegulus #wolfstar #slytherin skittles

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mxskellington · 2 days

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[3rd year]

𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀: I don’t know Panda, I just think that gossip is stupid

𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮: People just start drama for entertainment, it’s absolutely pointless

𝗗𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗮𝘀 [running in]: Guys you will NEVER guess what I just saw Evan and Barty doing

𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀: What? What were they doing??

𝗣𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮: I thought you didn’t like gossip, Reg

𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀: LET THE GIRL SPEAK, PANDA

#marauders #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards #marauders incorrect quotes #regulus black #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #rosekiller

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ellecdc · 12 hours

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can i formally request something? (i have no idea if you take smut requests so please ignore me if not😭) a barty x reader smut where everyone already thinks they’re together so they’re like 🤔?? maybe they’re onto something

and maybe if they try to tell people (read regulus) they’re just like -_-¿ this is new

and well done on your exams!! i’m sure you aced them

hahaha omg this is so Barty and reader coded fr. thanks for your request (I hope I did it justice)

Barty Crouch Jr x afab fem!reader who has sex for the first sodding time, Evan

CW: smut - like straight up porn people, p in v intercourse, pussy slapping cuz apparently I'm a freak, soft choking, a slap in the face if you squint, 18+

This conversation had been going on for so long that you were truly fighting the urge to throw your head back and let out a guttural scream out of pure frustration.

But Barty never fought his urges.

“For fuck’s sake!” He screeched. “How many sodding times do you need me to say it: we - are - not - to - geth - er!” He shouted at Evan, emphasising each syllable with a stomp of his foot.

Evan smirked and shared a look with Dorcas before rolling his eyes.

“Sure. And what exactly is this?” He asked, gesturing with his book at your tangled forms.

Okay, so maybe you and Barty were physically affectionate with each other - but that didn’t mean anything.

“What?” Barty asked simply.

“The way you’re sitting, Junior.” Dorcas drawled in a bored tone.

You both looked at each other like you were only just now realising your proximity to each other.

You were positioned on the cushion of the sofa between Barty’s thighs with his arms wrapped around you and his hands weaselled under your shirt and tucked under your breasts.

What?

It was for warmth; he has terrible circulation, you know.

“We always sit like this.” You replied.

Evan scoffed. “You always sit like you’re one sneeze away from having his dick slip inside of you?”

“Okay, you know what?” Barty said, slipping his hands out from your shirt and patting your thighs to say ‘get up’, and standing up behind you. “I didn’t come here to be spoken to like this, least of all by someone who has his head shoved so far up his arse that he could check for tonsillitis.”

Evan shut his book he’d been pretending to read up until that point causing Barty to screech and shout at you to ‘save yourself’ as the two of you took off in the direction of his dorm room.

You were laughing and breathless by the time you made it into Barty’s room and he shut the door behind you, casting a locking charm for good measure should Evan come looking for retribution for the slander.

“Honestly, I think they’re just jealous.” You said breathlessly.

Barty nodded as he sucked in a few deep breaths himself. “I mean, it’s kind of sad he’s never had a best friend that he felt so comfortable with, you know?”

“Exactly!”

“And I don’t know why everyone has to make it so sexual. Do you have great tits? Sure. But that’s not why I put my hands on them!”

“Of course.” You agreed readily. “And I mean, are we two of the hottest people to walk these fucking halls? Of course we are -”

“Absolutely.”

“- but that doesn’t mean we’re shagging!”

“Right!” Barty said with finality as he finally sat down on the chair at his desk. “I don’t know why they have to make everything so weird.”

“Me either.” You groaned as you fell backwards onto Barty’s bed and stared up at the green velvet bed curtains draped over the four poster bed. “They’re probably just jealous.” You repeated. “I mean, we would make a really hot couple; I’d want to be with us too.”

“You know, that’s exactly what I was just thinking.” Barty agreed quickly. “And if we were having sex, they’d bloody know it. It would be hot.”

“Gods, it really would be, wouldn't it?”

“Without a doubt; I’m great in bed, and you’re great at everything.” Barty said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“You know what.” You said as you sat up to face Barty. “It would be hot. Great sex comes from trust-”

“Check.”

“- communication,”

“Check.”

“Familiarity,”

“Duh.”

“Confidence.”

“Obviously.”

“We’d be sodding lucky to be shagging each other!” You proclaimed.

“I agree!” He responded.

You both stared at each other; breathing slightly laboured having gotten yourselves so worked up pleading your cases (to no one, seeing as you were both clearly on the same page).

“Huh.” Barty said finally, giving your body a once over. “You know, maybe it is weird we haven’t fucked before.”

“Yeah.”

Your eyes met his green ones that held an intensity you’d not seen from him before.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna fuck?”

“Yeah.”

And like a flip had been switched, the two of you were launching yourselves at each other.

No time was spent savouring touches or testing waters. It was all teeth clashing, tongues dancing, heavy breathing, and tearing each other’s clothes off.

It felt somehow both forbidden and oh so right.

You’d truly never thought about Barty like this; you really were just that comfortable with one another.

But as you pulled his shirt over his head and started fussing with his belt, a fire roared to life inside you screaming we should have been doing this the whole bloody time.

You nearly tripped over the waistband of your trousers as Barty backed the two of you towards his bed where he sat on the edge.

You broke apart for air as he moved his sinful mouth down the expanse of your torso and took to marking up your breasts.

“Salazar they’re even better like this.” He murmured to himself before taking one of your nipples in his mouth whilst he pinched the other.

You ran your finger through his hair, an action you'd done many times before, but never like this.

You pulled at it roughly and brought his lips back to yours as you pushed him to lay back on his bed so you could straddle him.

“Merlin, Y/N. No foreplay?” He chuckled breathlessly as you gave his cock a few strokes and whispered a lubrication charm.

“Next time.” You sighed as you lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto his cock, causing the two of you to moan in unison.

“Next time, huh?” Barty teased as he smoothed his hands up and down your sides, allowing the two of you to adjust to the feeling of one another before you experimentally rolled your hips.

“What? Don’t you want to fuck me, Junior?” You taunted right back.

Barty thrusted his hips up roughly into yours, causing you to cry out and place your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself. “I think it’s very obvious I want to fuck you.”

“Yeah?” You whispered, bringing your mouth back to his and biting gently on his bottom lip.

“Yeah.”

You breathed a laugh out through your nose before you bit down harder.

“Then fuck me.”

And before you could tell which way was up, Barty had flipped the two of you over so he now hovered over top of you and had his hand wrapped around your neck.

“You want to be fucked, doll?” He groaned as he hooked one of your legs around his hip allowing himself that much deeper in you.

If there was one thing you could thank the fucked up breeding habits of Purebloods for, it was apparently the size of their cocks.

“You want me to ruin you?” He continued as he added more pressure to your throat, still grinding into your now sopping cunt. “Make sure no other wizard is ever good enough for you?”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire; the feeling when you’re sitting on the poolside in the sun after a swim; the beads of water only make the sun’s rays feel that much warmer against your skin.

“Oi.” He demanded, giving your cheek a chastising tap. “You gonna be good for me?” He asked more seriously this time.

His beautiful green eyes were nearly fully eclipsed by his pupils as he continued moving in and out of you with what you realised now was a very controlled pace. But you were eager to see where he’d go from here.

“I’ll be good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.” He ordered.

“I’ll be good.”

“What was that?”

“I’ll be good, Barty.” You whined, pulling at his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Who are you going to be good for?”

“You.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed in agreement as he hiked up your other leg and wrapped it around his hip.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll be good for you! Promise. I’ll be so good for you, please.”

Barty chuckled and let out a taunting cooing sound as he fell to his elbows and brought his face to yours.

“There’s no need to beg, sweets.”

And just like that, he was pulling away from you again.

Suddenly, his hands were on your hips and he lifted them into the air, holding them there as he began slamming into you.

“Gonna be so fucking good for me, aren’t you angel?” He grunted.

You scrunched your eyes shut at the feeling of his throbbing cock pounding into you; adjusting his angle every few thrusts in search of something.

“I bet you’re a fucking screamer, huh? You always got so much to say babygirl; don’t go quiet on me now.”

His fingers dug further into the fat of your hips as he adjusted his grip on you, causing you to let out an embarrassing keening sound.

Apparently that was close, but not quite what Barty had been looking for.

“Close. How about we try…”

And he pulled out of you completely before landing a hard smack against your pussy, forcing a surprised scream to tear from your throat.

“There’s the pretty sounds I was looking for.” He celebrated, rubbing placating circles on your clit before repositioning himself and sinking back into you. “Think you can keep that up for me, Princess?”

“Yes!” You cried quickly, grabbing helplessly at the bedding as he once again lifted your hips up into the air, finding that sweet spot inside you that he’d been in search of before his interruption.

He knew he found his mark when you let out another strangled sob.

“Alright pretty girl, there we go, huh? Does that feel good?”

You were babbling affirmatives nonsensically as he groaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him; yesses and pleases spilling from your lips.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

“Please Barty.” You cried, reaching a hand up to his wrist.

He let your hips fall to the bed as he brought one thumb to your clit and his other hand took yours in his.

“What is it, princess? Hm?”

“Please.” You whined, and it sounded pathetic even in your own ears in your current state.

But Barty only tsked and pulled two of your fingers into his mouth which he began to suck.

You could feel the tension building in your core as he quickened his pace with his thumb and his hips before letting your fingers go with a pop.

“I’ll take care of your princess, you know that. When have I ever let you down?”

Never.

“Never.”

He smiled triumphantly down at you; and though his mouth was cocky, his eyes were sincere.

“Exactly. I’m not about to start now, yeah?”

And suddenly his thumb was gone from your clit, your ankles were thrown over his shoulders and he was leaning his weight against the backs of your thighs as he began thrusting into you with an air of desperation.

“Atta girl; so good, huh? S’good.” He grunted as his thrusts became somewhat sloppy. “S’fuckin’ good for me. Perfect for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted with each thrust of his hips. “Please, oh gods, please, please Barty.”

“I know, I know.” He grunted, clearly as close to teetering over some sort of edge as you were. “I know, I feel it. You’re alright, yeah? Go on, sweets; I’ve got you.”

And his hands were holding onto your thighs for dear life and he was kissing at your knee like even that silly little part of you was something worthy of worship, and he did have you and he never let you down and he wasn’t going to start now and you saw stars as you finally fell over the edge.

The room fell quiet as Barty locked his lips on yours, and you realised you’d been screaming.

His hips stuttered as he thrust into you once, twice, three times more before he followed you over the edge; letting your legs fall from his shoulders as he fell to his elbows on top of you and the two of you fought to catch your breath.

In complete contrast to the Barty who was only moments ago pounding mercilessly into you, he started placing, slow, lingering, gentle kisses over your face as his thumbs rubbed idly at your temples.

He pressed a kiss to your neck, your jaw, the tip of your nose, over your eyelids, your forehead, your ear.

You knew Barty could have a soft side, but you never imagined it so tender.

“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He whispered, breaking you out of the serene moment and surprising a bark of laughter from you, which caused both of you to groan in discomfort before Barty slowly pulled out of you.

“Stay here, princess.” He instructed as he walked away from the bed and returned a few moments later with a warm cloth and one of his (read: your favourite of his) t-shirts.

You watched him carefully as he cleaned you up - and once again, what probably should have felt awkward or embarrassing felt nothing but natural as he doted on you.

“Can you sit up?” He asked; not one hint of condescension in his tone as he held the neckhole of his shirt open for you to slip your head into.

As it poked through, he pressed a kiss to your lips before helping to thread your arms in.

“Is it safe to assume we’ll be doing that again?” You asked with a smirk, causing him to scoff dramatically.

“We’ll be doing that the rest of our lives if I have anything to say about it.”

After a shower and a change into comfies, the two of you returned to the common room, and though Dorcas was long gone, Evan could be found where the two of you had left him, now in the company of Regulus.

“Well boys.” Barty sang dramatically as he swung his legs over the back of the sofa and landed on the seat with a bounce. “We just fucked.”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant goading as you sat beside him.

“Yeah? And I had potions today; so what?” Regulus muttered without looking up from his novel.

“What do you mean so what? This was the first time!” Barty argued.

“This is new.” You insisted severely.

“You know, I always knew Barty was a liar; but I expected better from you, Y/N.”

Your mouth dropped open as Regulus and Evan stood up and walked away from the seating area.

What you didn’t see as they walked towards the Slytherin dungeons was Regulus passing Evan five Galleons for their bet on who could convince the two of you to finally get over your “just friends” bit.

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bellatrix-blxck · 1 day

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@r3gulus-a-black

I'm back

How's it been going

#bellatrix black #marauders era #marauders roleplay #slytherin skittles #marauders rp #regulus black

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themirrorballfriend · 2 days

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What I think The Marauders + The Skittles college majors would be:

James Potter: Sports Medicine/Kinesiology

Sirius Black: Music

Remus Lupin: History/English Literature

Peter Pettigrew: Film Studies

Lily Evans: Nursing

Mary Macdonald: Linguistics

Marlene Mckinnon: Aviation

Dorcas Meadows: Fashion

Regulus Black: English Literature/Software Engineering

Barty Crouch Jr: Finance

Evan Rosier: Law

Pandora Rosier/Lovegood: Environmental Management

Bonus

Frank Longbottom: Business Studies

Alice Fortescue: Journalism/Communications

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bri-cheeses · 2 days

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One of my favorite tropes (?) to imagine/read about with Rosekiller is Barty casually flirting with everyone, including his friends, so when he actually starts flirting with Evan for real in order to give him a hint, Evan has no idea and just thinks he’s joking. Which is extremely frustrating for Barty, but on Evan’s end is painful because yeah, Barty’s flirting with him, but he thinks it’s fake and just a joke to Barty.

Gotta love that type of misunderstanding <3

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles

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theidlespoon · 3 days

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"you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" (regulus to sirius the first proper conversation they have after sirius ran away)

#the black brothers #regulus black #rab #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #padfoot #black brothers angst #ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #who's afraid of little old me?#walburga's a+ parenting #marauders era #marauders fandom #slytherin skittles

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madbookgirl-love · 3 days

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What if I wrote mental asylum/psychiatric ward slytherin skittles fic? Based on the torture poets department?

Like walburga catch jegulus (who have only been dating for a fortnight) and sends regulus there in which he entered the ‘cruciatus room’ and undergoes like a lobotomy.

Barty is a psychiatrist there (we need to explore how smart he is, canonically) and falls in love with Evan (who is a psychopath) and we have some sort of Harley Quinn and the joker variant romance thing. (I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can))

Dorcas is there because she went non verbal and low response after Marlene died (would have occurred pre start of fic) and we have a grief journey there. (Loml)

Then pandora (twins with Evan) is schizophrenic but also someone really calming. (Cassandra)

But suddenly walburga died and disowned Sirius inherited Grimauld and while going through her office finds outlet what she did to Reg and we have a whole psychiatric break in by the Marauders.

The journey of like regulus’ recovery would like feature most of the other songs on the album?

WOULD PEOPLE READ THIS OR AN I JUST BEING ADHD HYPER-FIXATION

#pandora rosier #sirius black #regulus black #jegulus #slytherin skittles #barty x evan #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #the tortured poets department #taylor swift ttpd #the marauders #bellatrix lestrange #narcissa black #remus lupin #dorcas meadowes #dorcas x marlene #starchaser #wegoingtothepsychward

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ca-3-lestis · 2 days

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

Regulus trailed behind Barty and Evan, as the latter two were in deep conversation about the newest dark arts teacher. Regulus didn't care much about the teacher, they all disappear within a year.

At the moment, Regulus was being dragged to was a party, being hosted by the Gryffindors. Though he had absolutely no interest in attending, this was possibly the only chance he had to get a glimpse of his brother. Along with messy haired boy he is always with. Entering The Three Broomsticks, loud chatter hit Regulus's ears.

"Reggie, drink?" Evan asked.

"No, it's fine," Regulus shook his head. "I'll get one myself later."

Evan nodded and left to get a drink for himself and Barty.

Barty gave him a grin, "Don't be a bore mate, I know the lions suck but you have to admit, they have amazing parties."

"Don't you have something to do? Like find a corner where you snog Evan the whole night?" Regulus replied in a blank tone.

"You know me," Barty said, clutching his heart dramatically.

Regulus gave out a small smile when he saw Barty going around to find empty spaces. Evan was already busy in a conversation with Pandora and Dorcas. Regulus walked to the bar and ordered himself a butterbeer.

"Here's your drink, dear." Rosemerta gave Regulus his drink with smile, to which he replied with curt nod.

He began to take out his wallet to pay but the barmaid stopped him. "It's paid for," She nodded to the other end of the bar, where stood a grinning James Potter.

Regulus blinked with surprise for a second, before giving a wave of gratitude to James. And James took it as his sign to make contact.

"Baby Black," James smiled brightly, making Regulus wonder, as to just what it was that made him so lively.

"It's just Black," Regulus said in a low tone.

"Well, you are Sirius's little brother, which makes you baby Black."

Regulus scoffed, "And if I wasn't Sirius's little brother?"

"Then our situation would be much different," James said. The smile remained, but his voice was rough.

James leaned in, far too close, yet Regulus hoped he was closer. Goosebumps showed on his skin, making him aware of James's presence. Regulus could see clearly into the hazel brown eyes, which were shining with a glint of trouble so evident, that it made Regulus wonder what mischief was brewing in James's mind. James reached close enough to place a soft kiss on Regulus's cheek. James grabbed his drink and looked straight at Regulus.

"See you around, baby Black."

James gave the boy a wink before turning to find his friends.

Regulus touched his cheek, "Oh fuck."

#so yeah #how tf did i even write this #the marauders #james potter #marauders era #regulus black #marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #harrry potter #jegulus #starchaser #lily evans #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes

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swimmingclass1978 · 2 days

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My biggest red flag is that always when im reading a marauders fanfic im forgeting james has glasses and i always forget to imagine him without the glasses and then where theres a discription of his glasses im always so confused bc like wdym he had glasses on the whole fic???? And they stayed on???? Never broke or shit??????