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Microfic tags: prongsfoot | rosekiller | bartylus | rosestarkiller | jegulus | wolfstar
Headcanon tags: barty crouch jr | rosekiller | regulus black | jegulus
AO3 works:
— Taking Over My Senses (Bartylus)
— If Only You Knew I Can See You (Wolfstarbucks)
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vulnerable · @rosekillermicrofic · rosestarkiller · wc: 659
When Evan came home from work, the flat had been turned upside down: books pulled off the shelves, couches and armchairs dismantled, drawers and cupboards emptied. Barty’s anxious voice could be heard from one of the rooms, the one he would make when he panicked and wandered around the flat like a soul in pain. All he needed was to be able to bend his ears down to be a real sad puppy. Regulus was with him, since Evan heard him say: We'll find it, Barty... Evan will help us... Sadie, have you looked in the bathtub? As he walked down the hallway, his attention was drawn to the bedroom whose door was open. There were some clothes from the wardrobe scattered on the bed. The fuck?
“Hello?” He peeked into his room. “Any idea why it looks like a hurricane blew through my flat?”
Sadie turned and scampered towards him instantly.
“Daddy!”
Evan scooped her up in his arms and kissed her forehead tenderly.
“Hello, my love. Why are you still awake?”
Not only was the flat a mess, but his five-year-old daughter wasn’t asleep at eleven o’clock at night. She glared at Barty and Regulus, who should have been in charge of getting her to bed, tucking her in, and reading her a story. Regulus shrugged and pointed his chin at Barty, who was on his knees checking under the bed.
“We can’t find his stuffed animal.”
Evan raised a hand to his temple and sighed deeply. He knew that losing his cuddly toy was a serious matter for Barty. As grown-up as he was, he couldn’t sleep without it. Evan still remembered when they were on their way to the airport to go on holiday to Italy and they had to go back home because Barty had forgotten to pack the bloody stuffed dog in his suitcase. Ever since then, Regulus made sure to put the dog in Barty’s luggage first of all whenever they travelled.
“It's got to be somewhere,” Barty murmured as he stood up. “Why can’t I find it?”
Oh, poor baby, he sounded so desperate, so vulnerable. He was even pouting.
“Alright…” Evan set his daughter down on the bed and rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie. “Where did you last see it?”
“It was next to Sadie while she was having breakfast.”
Regulus sat down next to the girl and rested both hands behind him on the mattress.
“I told him Sadie might have taken it to school.”
“I would have noticed,” Barty retorted with a twist.
Regulus rolled his eyes.
“Maybe she stuffed it in her backpack without you noticing,” Evan added.
“I didn’t do anything!” Sadie groaned and folded her arms, visibly annoyed.
“Why is it so hot in here?” Regulus asked, trying to fan himself in vain with one hand.
Evan hit the switch that activated the ceiling fan.
“Shut up, this is all your fault.” Barty pointed an accusatory finger at Regulus. “If you hadn’t distracted me with your bloody project during breakfast, none of this would have happened.”
Evan clicked his tongue in disapproval. He hated it when Barty swore in front of Sadie.
“Language, Bee.”
Suddenly, something fell from the ceiling and impacted on Sadie’s head.
It was Barty’s stuffed animal.
“Oh, it's here!” Sadie exclaimed happily and held it out to Barty.
He immediately took it and squeezed it tightly in his arms. His gaze had lit up and he was grinning from ear to ear.
God, he was absolutely adorable.
“How did it end up there?” Evan questioned, genuinely curious because, seriously, it was not an easy job to get the cuddly toy to stay up there and not fall down.
He got no response, however, as Regulus threw a cushion at Barty’s face while shouting something along the lines of You’re stupid and You’re lucky we love you. Barty shot it back at him twice as hard (Piss off!), and Sadie, who figured they were fooling around, burst out laughing and threw another cushion at Barty as well.
Home sweet home.
bartylus microfic · word count: 1150 · cw: nsfw, transmasc regulus, stalker barty, degradation kink, pain kink, slight mention of blood
'Yeah, just like that, don't stop.' Regulus' voice was ragged with pleasure. His pupils were dilated, two black holes surrounded by a little ring of silver that sparkled everytime he looked down at Barty.
'Put more effort into it. After all, this is what you wanted, right?' he asked, and chuckled when he heard Barty's muffled groan against his hot crotch.
Regulus' hand, gripping Barty's messy hair, stopped him from answering, but he didn't need a real answer. He knew that Barty wanted this. There was no doubt about it.
If he didn't want it, why did he steal Sirius' key to Regulus' flat and sneak in when Regulus was still at university? Why didn't he try to escape when Regulus caught him sniffing his dirty underwear and touching himself on the bathroom floor?
He just looked at Regulus with crazy eyes that showed no remains of regret or morality, just a heavy and burning lust. It felt consuming, any type of rational thought leaving Regulus' mind. He had no choice but to unbutton his trousers and choke Barty with his already throbbing pussy, a thing that the other boy let him do without complaint.
Even if his whole lower face was covered in Regulus' moisture, even if he could barely breathe with his mouth and nose buried between Regulus' legs, he looked like the happiest man alive.
'You wanted to get caught, didn't you? You memorised my schedule from top to bottom, there's no way you wouldn't know I would get home in any minute and caught you in such a depraved state.'
Barty pathetically whined, trying to press his tongue into Regulus' hole, but he didn't let him. Instead, he roughly pulled his hair and drew him away from his crotch.
The obsessive way in which Barty was looking at Regulus' most private place, his only desire to drown on it, to die in the most pleasurable way possible, gave Regulus goosebumps, made him want to kill him like that, serving him.
However, what was the fun in giving Barty what he wanted?
'You are a fucking freak, you know that? What would you have done if I'd called the cops on you? You want to be on the front page of every headline? The son of famous CEO is a despicable stalker who masturbates to other men's dirty panties. Sounds good, uh?'
Any normal human being would have grimaced at Regulus' words, their instinct of self-preservation hitting them hard on the chest. Barty, on the other hand, gave Regulus a wide smile, euphoria and arousal showing on his delirious expression while his exposed dick enthusiastically twitched and spilled some precum pearls down the length.
Regulus didn't hesitate to step on it, stealing a growl from the other man as he rubbed his rough shoe sole against the sensitive piece of meat.
'What? It hurts? Ow,' Regulus murmured with fake innocence, watching the tears gathering in Barty's dark eyes as he clenched his teeth and forced himself not to move, 'well, you asked for this, sicko. Now you better take it like a good boy. Will you be my good boy?' Regulus moved his hand to the other man's wet cheek, gently cupping it while he continued stepping on his dick recklessly.
At these words, Barty melted into his touch, sloppily nodding his head while he looked at Regulus with pure adoration. There was no trace of fear in his gaze, just the desperate desire to let Regulus use him in the freakiest ways possible.
'Of course you will. Now cum on my shoe like the dirty bitch you are.'
Barty didn't need to be told twice. He grunted while Regulus mistreated his aching dick, giving him a pain-painted look that showed overwhelmingness over not knowing what to do. A part of him obviously wanted to move away from the sharp pain, but his most depraved self craved to lean into it, lose his already broken mind.
In any case, it was not like he actually had the option to choose. Not when Regulus pressed Barty's face into his pussy again, forcing him to choke on his juices and drink him all, to intoxicate in his musk and be devoured by Regulus, in every way that was humanly possible. He needed Regulus' taste to impregnate his whole body, to feel it every time he licked his own lips and swallowed saliva.
It was all Barty needed to intensely climax against Regulus' shoe, muffling a loud moan in his crotch as he let Regulus grind against his soaked face, ignoring his own spasms and the burning oversensitivity on his dick as Regulus still stepped on him.
'Oh, shit, feels so good...' Regulus moaned, and Barty felt the need to scream until his throat was raw. He felt his own dick viciously twitching, throbbing in pain, and he wondered if he would be able to cum blood.
'Want me to kill you like this, bitch?' He didn't have the strength to look at Regulus, his eyes rolled back as he let the other man use him to his liking, but he could feel the smug smile on his lips, the humiliation sticking to his bones.
He was only able to weakly nod his head, and Regulus chuckled at this.
'You are fucking insane, you know that?'
Yes, of course he did. He hated that word, heard it too many times in his father’s mouth, but the way Regulus said it was pure honey dripping inside his chest, made him feel seen.
At some point, Regulus' movements became sloppier and little gasps warned Barty that he was close. He didn't have time to prepare for it, didn't need it though. Regulus came all over his lower face and Barty opened his mouth as much as he could, eager to swallow him all. Not being able to breathe was just an irrelevant consequence when he could feel Regulus all over him and grab his silken thighs as he trembled through his orgasm.
At some point he must have passed out, because, when he woke up, he was lying on the outside of Regulus' flat, where the other man likely threw him after using him. The thought of that sent shivers through his spine.
He got up and, when he did, he noticed something falling to the floor. He took it, and he found a small polaroid photo of himself jacking off with Regulus' boxers over his mouth. There was a small written note next to it.
I know who you are and where you live, Barty Crouch Jr., if you don't want this photo leaked, come back to my flat tomorrow at 9.
Oh shit, he was fucked.
He was truly fucked.
He got home with a crazy-wide smile on his face and an enormous boner on his pants.
He couldn't wait for Regulus Black to make a mess of him again.
The cold had long ago become his friend, and the iron bars of the bars were a window to a wondrous new world. Barty looked up at Sirius, who was sitting in the same cage as he was, only on the other side of it, and whispered in a hoarse, shaky voice, but still holding on to the hope he held onto:
- Do you think Evan will forgive me? Well...when...I see him...?
....mmmm....skittles... How pandora got into the slytherin common room as a ravenclaw...the world may never know... (its pandora, thats how)
also take the three on the couch as romantic or platonic or however you please.
James is the type to say "im saving myself for Lily" having fucked Sirius that same morning because "it doesn't count"
admit · @black-brothers-microfic · rosestarkiller · wc: 770 · cw: implicit sex
“C'mere”, Evan coaxed as he turned on the shower tap.
Regulus shook his head, hugging himself tightly because, dear God, why was it so cold in that flat?
“The water isn’t hot yet.”
under · @rosekillermicrofic · rosekiller · wc: 455
Evan had a square, methodical personality that intensified when it came to his work and hobbies. He hated being disturbed while designing a tattoo or painting a portrait. No one was allowed to touch his materials or enter his studio —not even Barty, who would simply knock on the door to let him know that the food was ready. They had made up a special language: if Evan answered with a knock, it meant he was going to eat; two, I would eat later; three, I'll be ready in ten minutes, wait for me. It was Barty who came up with the idea after countless arguments where Evan would get mad at him for interrupting while he was working.
There was one exception, however, who was right now pounding on his door while shouting Daddy!
Evan set the brush down on the palette.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He shouted.
“I’m bored!”
He took off his apron and opened the door to find a rather annoyed Sadie folding her arms before him. He crouched down to be at her height.
“Where’s Barty, my love?”
“Still sleeping,” she said as she hugged Evan, who kissed the top of her head and wrapped an arm around her back affectionately. “But I don’t want to sleep anymore.”
Barty and Sadie spent plenty of time together, which often meant that Barty ended up exhausted since Sadie was a whirlwind who would tire out even an Olympic athlete. He was usually fast asleep on the living room carpet, Sadie on top of him and a big number of toys scattered around them like a minefield Evan had to dodge to approach them.
He smiled fondly at the thought.
“Should we wake him up?”
Sadie shook her head and began to fiddle with his ear piercings absentmindedly.
“Just as you resent him coming into your room, he resents being woken up.”
God.
Was his five-year-old daughter giving him the talk?
“C’mon.” She broke away and grabbed his hand. “Let’s draw in my room. Prince will join us.”
Prince was her favourite stuffed animal. It had been a gift from Regulus —Sadie had named it after him. In her opinion, Regulus was handsome as a prince and elegant as a black cat.
“Okay, okay.”
On the way to Sadie's room, Barty appeared yawning and scratching his back lazily under his oversized t-shirt. His hair was in complete disarray and his eyes were still half closed.
“Good morning,” Evan joked.
Sadie took Barty's hand as well and walked on, forcing them to do the same accordingly.
“Perfect, now we are one more to play with.”
Barty raised a hand to his face and sighed.
“Can’t I have a break?”
Evan grinned.
“Not in this house.”
faint · @into-the-jeggyverse · jegulus · wc: 809 · cw: smut
James was on a business trip abroad, which mainly meant two things.
First, that Regulus would notice his absence so much he would spend his afternoons texting him, looking forward to calling him after James returned to the hotel at night.
Omg for Regulus and his Sirius carbon copy kid AU, could you maybe draw Alphie with Sirius? 🥹🥹
I just know Sirius loves that kids like his own!! Also how cute would it be if Sirius has a kid too and is exactly like Regulus, down to the freckles on his nose!
Hello thereeee
It was something I already plan to do! Of course I needed to draw Alphie with his uncle Sirius 😤
HERE WE GOOOO
Yes we can see that Alphie is a little copy cat, always trying to do everything like his uncle.
"I want to dress like him!" "I want piercings!" "I want tattoos!" "I want to play guitar!" Poor Regulus who doesn’t catch a break 😭 He indulged his son by letting have his ears pierced and wear temporary tattoos ( he is too young for tattoos ), and he even let him have guitar lessons in addition with his violin ones.
Also the hairclips are a gift from Luna
AND YOUR IDEA OF SIRIUS WITH A CARBON COPY OF REGULUS AS SON WOULD BE SO CUTE? A shy little freckled kid always hiding behind Sirius 😔 I will try to draw it one day too!
AU where Regulus' karma is having a son who happens to be the carbon copy of Sirius.
clench · @wolfstarmicrofic · wolfstar · wc: 381 · cw: smut
Sirius grabbed Remus' hair firmly and pulled his face closer to his strap.