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please just block me if you don't like my content, dont report me pls (I almost lost my blog once and it was fucking scary)
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you can call me ego
he/him || 18+ || bisexual || adhd
Somewhere between James Potter and Evan Rosier with a hint of Remus Lupin
I mostly post about Rosekiller or Jegulus (or those 4 idiots in other combinations)
Asks open and very welcome, go wild, have no shame, I'm here for the weird asks
Frequently nsfw, so minors dni.
Evan Rosier would say "grace" before doing cocaine off someone's stomach
I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE OMG
nothing like an evening with a yummy meal, a bottle of white wine, my comfort show and a little crush... 💞
Update for the masses: he’s now very drunk and rambling about men 🫡
nooooo dont expise meee
nothing like an evening with a yummy meal, a bottle of white wine, my comfort show and a little crush... 💞
can you guys just kill each other in the other room please
Regulus to Rosekiller on the daily
wolfstar as neighbours meet-ugly/meet-cute kinda double-life au
remus moves into a new apartment already exhausted and quietly seething from unpacking. then the upstairs neighbour cranks the music far past any reasonable hour. annoying, but manageable. he pulls on noise-cancelling headphones and decides to survive the night.
until a moan cuts straight through the silence. loud. filthy. unmistakably erotic. headboard starts slamming the wall. fragments of “yes, yes” and “don’t stop” follow. remus snaps. he grabs the broom left by the previous owner and hammers the ceiling, barely-heard shouting match erupting the second he yells “shut the fuck up.”
it escalates into “fuck off” / “no, you fuck off,” then “god, our neighbour is a prude” versus “i didn’t subscribe to a free pornhub experience when i signed the lease.”
meanwhile, during the day, remus meets a stranger smoking on the building stairs. he bums a cigarette. they talk. remus is startled by those big grey eyes. they smoke in comfortable silence broken by easy, genuine conversation. suddenly remus is living a double life: quiet cigarettes with the pleasant stranger by day, full-scale war with the moaning menace by night.
he starts distinguishing the voices upstairs, one rough and masculine, the other a gentler, sing-song tone that moans like a porn actress. remus refuses to admit how hot that voice is.
the worst moment comes when he’s in the shower and realises his neighbours have chosen the exact same time for shower sex right above him. he shouts, “for fuck’s sake, can a man not even take a piss without hearing you two dafts going at it?” and gets a short, amused “jealous much?” in that sing-song voice. more obscenities fly. the neighbour yells “suck my dick!” remus fires back “go ask your boyfriend to do that!” and instantly regrets it—because the next thing he hears is the low masculine voice moaning about how good the other one is taking him. remus is bright red and, to his own disappointment, rock hard.
somehow it does get worse. another night he tries to kill the mood of the neighbours who fuck like rabbits and receives “you need to get laid, you poor old virgin!” then that sing-song voice drops lower, filthier, deliberately aimed: “stranger from downstairs—” a long, open moan “—please come and fuck me too. please. make my boyfriend watch. want you both—fuck, please—”
remus’s entire body goes rigid. he doesn’t even notice when his own hand traitorously wraps around himself.
and now ladies and gentlemen, news flash: the quiet, pleasant stranger on the stairs and the filthy sing-song voice upstairs are the same person. sirius. remus just doesn’t know it yet.
just... hypothetically... how much of an age gap is too much...? And also, HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT THE BIGGEST ICKS I HAVE SUDDENLY DISAPPEAR WHEN HE'S OLDER AND ATTENTIVE AND WELL SPOKEN AND-
asexual service top evan rosier PLEAAAASE
Evan and Pandora being twins is actually so special to me. Imagine a no war, aged up au where evan and barty live together, and one day, barty just comes back to the twins having a bonding session. Like they're recharging their twin telepathy gtfo of their weird ass business.
BARTYLILY!!!!!!!!!!!
on dancing on tables | cheaters!prongsfoot | 554 words
nsfw
James is the worst fucking person on planet Earth, he’s well aware. But god, he can’t help it.
It’s late, and the party derailed several hours ago, and he should just fucking go home. But Sirius is dancing on a table, and those tight leather pants are low enough to reveal the strip of skin between his hipbones, and James’ mouth is watering. Sirius is unaware, in his own little world as he always is, dancing next to Marlene without a care. His head is tipped back so that the tips of his hair graze his lower back, white t-shirt lifted up to put that fucking strip of skin on display.
James would give anything in the world to get it between his teeth—to bite and pull at Sirius’ hipbones, because he knows Sirius likes that. He knows every point on Sirius’ body that makes him squirm, has committed them to faithful memory over years in darkened rooms. Sirius is drunk, too, and James knows how much he likes to be marked up when he’s drunk. Drunk Sirius is another animal—desperate, clawing, loud, unashamed. There’s a heat building in James’ gut.
His eyes trace down the length of Sirius’ body, and then they catch it: between Sirius and Marlene’s bodies, James can see Remus on the other side of the table, watching Sirius with that same all-consuming desire written plain on his face. His eyes are dark, and his legs are spread, and his attention is faithfully plastered on his boyfriend.
Red-hot shame courses through James’ veins, and he tries valiantly to swallow it back down to where it lives deep in his stomach. Sirius isn’t his, but James takes, because he’s greedy, an interloper, a sex-crazed maniac with no regard for anyone else’s feelings when it comes to Sirius Black.
Remus adjusts in his chair, and James knows exactly what thoughts are going through his head. It’s oddly intimate, to know that Remus is having the same kind of filthy thoughts that James is. And, because he’s drunk, and this whole situation with Sirius has blown away any sense of reason James has ever had, he stalks across the room and crouches down next to Remus’ chair.
Remus doesn’t even notice him. Sirius has thrown an arm around Marlene and is moving their hips together.
“He looks good, doesn’t he?” James says, voice soft for only them to hear.
Remus startles, but refocuses just as quickly. “Yeah,” he breathes, “‘course he does.”
Sirius tips his head back again, and James and Remus’ breaths hitch in unison. Remus creeps his hand forward on the arm of the chair to rest above where James has put his for balance, and that simple act alone doubles his heart rate.
“You thinking about what you’re gonna do to him later?”
Remus tears his attention away to look James up and down. For a moment, James expects Remus to read him for every disgusting, traitorous thing he’s ever done. A tiny smirk settles on his lips, and he leans in to whisper into James’ ear.
“I’m gonna take him home and fuck him until he doesn’t remember your name.”
Remus takes Sirius home less than ten minutes later, and James spends the night with his own right hand and the memory of Remus’ hot breath against his ear.
happy 2 years to meeeee
do you think barty moaned regs name while he touched himself in Azkaban just to piss sirius off?
Rosekiller who met when Barty walked into the bathroom at some sketchy gas station, saw a tall blonde guy at the urinal, walked over to the one right next to him, took a not so subtle glance over at his dick, and asked to hold it while the stranger, who he later learned was named Evan, peed.
Regulus would come home to their flat after a date and let barty fuck him stupid if it was bad.
rosekiller nonchalant proposal
they stop at some small bistro around the corner, settled in a small booth eating after a long day out spraying and making graffiti on some very important political building. both of them are covered in sprays and paint, messy and starving.
and then barty whips out a small black velvet pouch in the middle of the dinner and casually slides it across the table to evan, who upon opening it just slides the engagement ring on his finger.
they share a kiss and continue eating like nothing happened
