#poly!rosekiller

poly!rosekiller x reader

Summary: Evan learns legilimency

word count: 600

CW: nothing really, just legilimency being used and that may be creepy if you think about it.

Evan is an incredible lover.

Not only is he incredibly kind despite his rough exterior, he is also smart, generous, an amazing listener…

Oh and he always knows exactly what you need because he can use legilimency. 

He keeps this from you and Barty for quite some time. He actually taught himself after reading about it for weeks. He used his insomnia to his advantage, spending many sleepless nights studying and researching until he could in fact pull it off.

Once he mastered it, he practiced on you two the most.

Well, he actually mostly practiced on you. He tried to steer clear of Barty’s thoughts because they were either a) unintelligible or b) vile.

He practiced and practiced until he could hear your thoughts from nearly anywhere in the castle. 

You hungry? He would find you and bring you something he smuggled from the kitchens. Bored? He would drag Barty along with him to find you and keep you company. Forgot to write a paper? That's alright because he saw it in your mind and wrote it for you.

It is a strange sort of invasion, but he thinks that there is nothing more romantic or intimate. 

The only reason you and Barty find out is because he started to get so good, he would actually answer your thoughts out loud. 

Where’s my potions notebook?

“You left it in the common room.”

Should I wear a skirt or jeans today?

“Jeans, we’re going to Hogsmeade and it’ll be raining.”

Hey, Evie?

“Yes?”

You had finally caught him. He looked up from his work and caught your eye.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew you were reading our minds!”

This caught the attention of Barty who was lounging atop your bed. He sat up quickly and snapped his head toward you. “What?”

“Evan,” you explained, “Has been reading our minds. He just answered me when I thought about saying his name.”

Evan looked like a naughty kid who had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Well, he was kind of a naughty kid who was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, he was in your head!

“That’s perverted!” Barty shrieked. 

“The only perversion is what you’ve got going on in that bell tower.” Evan said pointedly to Barty. The brunette gaped at him

“How long have you been able to do this?” you asked.

“Uh, about three months.” Evan answered you.

“Three months!” Barty shrieked yet again. “You’ve been keeping a secret from us for three months? Normally we get you to break within a few days,” he looked at you and shook his head, “We’re off our game.”

You rolled your eyes. “Could you teach me?” you asked him.

“Teach you- wait you’re not mad?” He asked.

“No, I'm not mad.” you said. “Well maybe I’m a little mad that you didn’t tell me sooner. Imagine it,” you started, “We could all be talking all day long! We could just think about things and it would be so easy to be together even if we’re apart.”

Evan smiled, it was cute to think that you wanted to spend time inside his mind.

“Yeah! I like that idea.” Barty chimed in.

“No, not you.” Evan replied quickly. “I don’t wanna hear that,” he said, motioning to Barty’s head, “at all times.”

“What?!” Barty scoffed.

You giggled in reply.

“However, I’ll gladly teach you, love bug.” Evan said, pulling you down into his lap as your giggles continued

That is not fair Barty thought.

“Cry about it, Jr.” Evan answered aloud.

“Not fair!” Barty repeated his cry.

sure, at the risk of starting another haterpocalypse. may I present to Tumblr for the very first time ever, a never before seen rare ship that no one has ever done before, entirely my own unique original idea, a very niche concept that has never been seen before in the history of all fan fiction:

poly!rosekiller x anxious!reader who picks at her nails [866 words]

CW: anxiety, reference to reader working with a doctor re anxiety, medications, bleeding, hurt/comfort & fluff

You were actually so consumed by the increasingly blurry screen in front of you that Evan’s reproachful oi startled you so greatly that your knee whacked loudly (and painfully) against the bottom of the kitchen table, threatening to overturn both your tea and Barty’s coffee. 

“Christ, Rosie, what is your problem?” Barty hissed as he made to stabilise a vase of flowers in the middle of the table.

“She’s at it again.” Evan tattled, causing you to quickly rip your hands away from your mouth and hide them in your lap, but the way Barty’s head spun towards you told you all that you needed to know; it was too late - you’d been outed. 

“Alright, that’s it.” Barty declared quickly, slamming your laptop shut in front of you. “You’re done.”

Poly!Rosekiller x afab!reader

cw: spanking, d/s dynamics, dom!evan, dom!barty, sub!reader, soft bondage, daddy kink for Evan, they/them pronouns for reader, no y/n, reader wears a skirt, barty lifts reader over his shoulder, reader can physically blush, petnames, half-edited lowkey lol

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"Poppet." Though less severe in octave, Evan's voice slices knives through the previous silence in the room.

You're stood closest to the bedroom door, arms crossed over your chest in defense where it rises and falls in small fits as you huff. A fixed glare at the men stood before you.

Barty watches you with a lazy grin, though his eyes sparkle dark with an emotion that has your stomach twisting up in heated knots.

"I'm going to give you one more chance to use that smart little mouth of yours to change up your tone," Evan says. Though he's not raising his voice, his stony expression and tense stance tell you all you need to know about how displeased he is with you.

You've had an attitude all morning. Trying to refuse breakfast and scoffing in a rather annoyed state at just about anything that came out of your boyfriend's mouths. While Barty found it endlessly amusing and took it upon himself to wind you up further, Evan had little patience for your cheek. He had tried to brush it off quite a few times, which is a surprise in itself, until he attempted to get you out of your seat so he could go help you get dressed like he did every morning. You snapped at him rather fiercely, smacking his hands away and telling him to leave you the fuck alone.

His eyes had flashed dark and in an instant he yanked you up and dragged your stumbling body through the halls and up the stairs to the bedroom, Barty on your tail watching rather delighted as you struggled against Evan's strength.

And that's brought you to your position now, glaring unkindly at your boyfriends and trying to ignore the burst of heat coiling in your stomach at the knowledge of your impending punishment.

Evan gives you a chance to apologize, and you certainly don't take it. Once you've encompassed yourself in one of these bratty little moods there is little that can be done to pull you out of your haze that doesn't involve physical consequences.

"I don't have anything to apologize for." You hiss, straightening up your posture and lifting your chin in a haughty manner.

Evan's jaw ticks and your pulse jumps when you see him unbutton his cuffs, pushing the white fabric up his forearms. "Junior," he says, catching the maniacal boy's attention and capturing him in a silent conversation.

A split second later Barty's smirk widens and he turns back towards you, stalking up to your form like a cat that's set his eye on a rather tasty little mouse. He opens his arms wide as he creeps towards you, ducking his head and starting to coo at you similar to one drawing a frisky little kitty out from their hiding place.

"It's alright, treasure. Why don't you come here, hmm?" Barty purrs.

Your gaze quickly darts between Barty and Evan, a nervous energy bubbling up inside of you when it finally dawns that you're really in for it. Your foot shuffles back but Barty's faster, lunging for you in a quick step and snatching your body up into his arms. You let out a shocked gasp when your suddenly flung over his shoulder. Head spinning from the quick manhandling, Barty walks you towards Evan and unceremoniously dumps your limp body onto the mattress with a soft thud.

You hastily scramble to sit up, heart thudding in your chest when you catch sight of both men towering over you at the foot of the bed. Evan steps closer to you, pressing his hands to his knees to meet your eye level. It's a patronizing display.

When he catches onto your nervousness he finally smiles, and its certainly not nice. His lips pull up into a mean grin, deep eyes lined with cruel enjoyment.

"Where's all that bite, pet?" he coos, tilting his head. "C'mon now.”

You but the inside of your cheek hard. “Daddy—“ you start to attempt an apology but are quickly stopped when Evan lets out an empty laugh.

“Oh, no. Don’t even start,” he cuts you off.

Your voice gets caught in your throat and you look to Barty for help. Sometimes he’ll come to your rescue, wrapping you up in his arms and cooing your innocence to Evan. But the dark amusement lingering on his lips lets you know he’s most definitely not in that kind of mood today.

“Awe, baby,” Barty croons, something evil cooking up behind his eyes. He turns to Evan. “I think the silk ties would do them good. What do you think, Rosie?” He asks casually.

Your stomach plummets, mouth parting to protest but your throat fills with cotton.

Evan hums in agreement, passing behind Barty with a quick squeeze to the shorter mans shoulder, before he ventures to the dreaded chest of drawers.

Distracted by the sight of Evan picking out a few silk ties, you’re caught off guard when Barry grabs your legs and tugs you down the mattress, forcing you onto your back. His hands slip under your thighs and he pushes your knees to your ears in a way that has you gasping and flushing with embarrassment.

He holds the back of your knees in one ringed hand while he surveys the mess between your thighs with a maniacal grin. Your underwear is sticky with arousal.

"Knew it." He gloats. "Rosie you gotta get a look at this."

As Evan walks over you cover your face, feeling flushed and embarrassed to be found out. You feel a colder hand grab under the back of your right knee and push it open and you can feel Evan’s gaze looking over your mess. You keep your face hidden under your palms all the while. Until strong thumb rubs up the length of your covered slit and your hips jolt down.

After a moment he lets go and taps your knee. “You remember your alerts?” And then when you nod your head, “Hands, pet.”

With a shaky breath you lift your hands from your face, blinking up wearily. You sheepishly lift your wrists towards Evan, pushing them together at the pulse and sending him a pleading look.

While Barty coos and kisses your knee, unable to resist his affections for your sweet nervous face, Evan doesn't spare you any sympathy. He firmly takes hold of your wrists and expertly knots them together with emerald green silk.

Your eyes dart between Barty's sweet expression and then to Evan's impassive face. "I'm sorry..." you whisper.

He raises an unimpressed brow. "Is that so? Finally feeling sorry now that the consequences are settling in, hmm? Well it's just quite unfortunate for you that I haven't an ounce of belief that you mean it yet." He grabs your bound wrists and with a suprising show of strength, pulls you up to stand. You stumble uneasily, trying to catch your footing on the hardwood floor but you're not standing for long. Evan sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you right back down over his lap, stomach splayed over his thighs and ass propped up on his knee.

You gasp, tummy turning in that rush of adrenaline as your head falls into Barty's awaiting lap, the boy conveniently perched right next to Evan. Your wrists lay over the front of Evan's thigh, dangling helplessly towards the ground.

The blonde haired boy slips a hand under your skirt and pushes it up over your lower back, your flimsy little panties the only protection. That is until his fingers hook into the waistband and drag them down to your knees. Your hips twitch as the gust of cool air licking at your glossy cunt.

You dig your flushed cheek into Barty's thigh and he dutifully threads a hand through your hair to scratch gently at your scalp. It soothes you just a bit, but all sense of calm is quickly gone when Evan's palm rubs over your ass.

"You should know the drill by now, poppet. If you’ve got something to say, then say it. And then we'll hear your proper apology after. Don't get forget your manners.”

An achiness tugs behind your navel and you breath heavy against Barty's leg. "I uhm- I'm so sorry, Daddy. A— And Bee. I was being disrespectful for no reason--"

"--You were being a brat," Barty cuts in.

The tips of your ears go hot. "I was being a brat," You revise with a thick swallow. " A-And I want to show you how sorry I am..."

Its silent for a moment as Evan smoothes is palm over your ass.

"Stuttering, pet. You know better." He sighs.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, humiliated at his less than pleased response and bracing for the dreaded impact of his heavy hand. You know this is supposed to be a punishment, but the erotic nature of your position and the treatment of your boys you just can’t help it. You subtly squeeze your thighs together, cunt pulsing as you await.

“Ten to start.”

Your only warning before his open palm cracks down on the fatty flesh of your right asscheek. You let out a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as the burn settles.

Meticulous with everything he does, Evan takes his sweet time peppering rough spanks over your bottom. His palm flat and swatting incessantly as your skin tingles hot.

You pant into Barty’s leg, open-mouthed and struggling to keep from squeaking with every hit. Evan doesn’t appreciate excessive whining during a spanking and you’re really not trying to make it worse on yourself and raise his displeasure with you.

It makes it even harder that the impact of his hand has your cunt pulsing with every spank, fighting against the twitch of your hips as your pussy drools for attention. Wet dribbles down your thigh.

Barty messages his fingers into your nape. “Shh, baby. Be good for your Daddy, hmm?” He reminds you, voice soft but lined with enjoyment.

Tears prickle behind your eyes, heat rising in your sinuses as Evan nears the tenth spank. The burn is starting to become too hot, and your hips shift out of your control. Barty swipes his thumb under your eyes, collecting a stray droplet and rubbing it into your flushed cheek. He looks like he’s resisting the urge to lean down and lick it clean.

Evan presses his hand to your lower back, instantly stilling you. “You’re almost done, precious. Don’t start with it now,” he murmurs. The impact gets rougher as he aims that last few to your sit spots, right at the junction between your ass and thigh.

Fuck that’s gonna hurt tomorrow.

By the tenth spank you finally choke out a sob, slumping weakly against your two boyfriend’s thighs.

“Oh, good job, sweet treasure,” Barty coos.

Your body trembles, sweet sniffles sounding out in the room as the adrenaline your body starts to settle. You feel Evan’s palm gently rub over your tender skin. It certainly doesn’t help to ease the pain.

“You did very well, babydoll,” Evan murmurs. He rubs your bottom for a few more moments to make sure that sting really sets in before he finally gives you reprieve. He then smooths his palm up your spine in soothing strokes, letting you ride out your bubbling sobs.

Both boys are attentive to giving you physical affection while you calm down.

“You feeling alright, precious?” Evan asks, his voice much softer than his stern tone from before.

You nod. “Yeah, better.”

“Alright. Let’s stand up then, I want to hear your apology.”

Barty grabs you by the waist and aids you seemingly as you can’t push yourself up with your hands tied. You wobble slightly as you move to stand in front of the boys, teary-eyed and snotty.

Evan tsks, summoning a handkerchief from the side table to wipe up your nose. “Blow,” he says.

Once you’re cleaned up a bit Evan pulls you in closer, his eyebrow raised and expression expectant. Barty smiles at you encouragingly.

You take a deep breath, eyes darting equally between both of your boyfriends and looking awfully remorseful. “I-I’m sorry. For behaving so poorly earlier. I was being a brat for- for no reason and I wasn’t listening to either of you like should have.”

Evan smooths his hands up and down your waist. “And why were you acting out so poorly, hm?”

There it is. He’s caught you.

You feel your face burn. “Well I… I suppose I just… wanted attention.”

His eyes glimmer with amusement accompanied by an uptick of his mouth. “Oh, is that all? You were feeling like we weren’t giving you enough attention?”

Barty laughs.

You evade their gaze, feeling embarrassed. When he says it like that it sounds silly.

You huff softly. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Alright, precious. How about a little cuddle then, hm? I think that’ll do the trick,” Evan murmurs as he moves to untie the silk form your wrists. He raises them to his mouth and kisses each respectively, then directing them over to Barty so he can do the same.

“Oh, yes, what a splendid idea, Rosie!” And barty practically jumps to scoop you up and pull you into their laps.

You giggle softly, feeling a lovely warmth in your chest as they rub their hands over you and kiss at your face.

poly!rosekiller smut: the wrong drug

cw: mmf, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), mentions of drug use and after affects, praise praise praise!

you weren’t supposed to stay this late.

it had been a lazy afternoon with the skittles, half the group sprawled on conjured cushions in the back of the old quidditch stands, passing bottles, laughing too loud. someone had smuggled in firewhisky, someone else had gotten their hands on a flower that barty claimed was “maybe like a stimulant? maybe like a mood enhancer? we’ll find out.”

you should’ve known. anything barty gets from the strange men in diagon alley was not to be trusted.

because two hours later, the sun dipping low, the group had thinned—people slipping off with flushed cheeks and muttered excuses. regulus had stalked off to his head boy room with a pillow over his crotch, and pandora had left ages ago in search of xeno. you, of course, thought they were being dramatic; though it didn’t take a genius to clock that the potion barty brought wasn’t just a mild stimulant. it was a full-body furnace. and now it was just the three of you left: you, your boyfriend evan, and barty crouch jr., sitting too still, too quiet, like he was trying not to combust.

evan’s eyes had been on you all night, blue and dark with something hungry. he looked too good in the fading light—his dark golden skin glowing, white-blonde hair a little messy from when you’d tugged it earlier, teasing. his fingers were twitching against your thigh, like he was barely holding himself back.

“everyone’s gone,” you murmured, breath catching as his hand slid higher, fingertips brushing under your skirt. “should we go too?”

evan smirked. “we should.”

he didn’t move.

you leaned in to kiss him, soft at first, but it lit like a match. he groaned, fingers digging into your waist as he kissed you harder, his mouth hot and demanding, tongue sweeping in like he needed to taste everything. you moaned into it, hips shifting closer, thighs spreading on instinct.

barty made a sound—half cough, half scoff—as he stood abruptly, brushing grass off his pants. “i’ll give you two a minute.”

“don’t,” evan said, not looking up, still kissing you. “stay.”

barty froze. “what?”

you pulled back slightly, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded. “stay,” you echoed, voice soft but sure. “if you want.”

barty blinked, then slowly sat down again, green eyes locked on where evan’s hand was now sliding between your legs. his voice was hoarse. “this a regular thing you offer your friends? weirdos.”

evan chuckled against your throat, biting gently. “only the ones we trust. the ones we want."

you spread your thighs wider, letting evan press his fingers against the soaked fabric of your knickers. “it’s the potion,” you breathed. “makes everything feel hotter. might as well give in, b.”

barty’s eyes darkened. “yeah,” he muttered. “might as well...”

“you gonna just sit there and watch?” evan asked, voice lazy but firm. “or are you gonna help?”

barty didn’t answer with words. he crossed the space between you in seconds, mouth slanting over yours with a kind of restraint that made your whole body ache. where evan was all heat and hunger, barty kissed like he wanted to learn every inch of you through touch—soft, slow, fucking devastating. your hips jerked as evan finally pushed your panties aside, two fingers sliding through your wetness.

“fuck, she’s soaked,” evan muttered, watching barty kiss you. “you like being shared, baby?”

you nodded, dizzy. “love being wanted.”

“that you do,” evan said, voice tight with affection, before lowering his head and licking a slow stripe up your inner thigh. he sucked a bruise just beside your panties, then pulled them down and tossed them aside. "we want you so bad. isn't that right, junior?"

barty sat back on his heels, watching as evan spread your legs and buried his face between them. your gasp was sharp, back arching as his tongue flicked over your clit, rough and practiced. you fisted your hand in his hair, hips bucking helplessly.

“he always this good with his mouth?” barty murmured, running a hand through his brown and green hair.

“usually better.” you managed, before he caught your chin and kissed you again—this time rougher, more possessive. you whimpered into it as evan licked deeper, tongue pressing inside your cunt, groaning like you were his last fucking meal.

barty tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your bare chest to the warm air. his hands were gentler than you expected, thumbs brushing your nipples until they peaked under his touch. “so pretty like this,” he whispered. “fuck.”

evan pulled off just long enough to murmur, “get her ready. i want her full.”

you whined, legs trembling. “please, ev. need you—both of you.”

barty looked at you, flushed and wild, then pulled his wand and conjured lube with a flick. his fingers were long, careful as he slipped one into your soaked cunt beside evan’s tongue, then two, scissoring you open while evan sucked your clit mercilessly.

you were shaking when they finally stopped, skin flushed, pussy aching.

“on your knees, doll.” evan said, voice rough. you obeyed, breathless, the ground cool beneath you as barty pulled his cock free—thick, flushed, already leaking. he stroked himself slowly, watching your mouth open for him, eyes blown wide with lust.

evan slid behind you, his cock hard and slick as he pressed into your cunt, inch by inch, until you were full to the hilt. “fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, hands gripping your hips. “you were made for my cock, hmm?”

you moaned, then gagged softly as barty slid into your mouth, hips shallow as he fucked your throat slow, eyes fixed on yours. you were wrecked—full at both ends, caught between them, every nerve ending on fire.

evan fucked into you with brutal, perfect rhythm, slapping into your soaked cunt, muttering filth under his breath. “that’s it, baby, take me—take both of us—so fucking good, so fuckable like this.”

barty’s hand cradled your jaw as he fucked your mouth. “such a good girl,” he said softly, like praise. “so eager for it.”

you were shaking, sobbing around his cock, your orgasm building like a storm. evan felt it—his pace quickened, slamming into you harder, groaning. “come on, love, come on my cock—wanna feel you squeeze me.”

you shattered, coming with a cry, body locking down tight around evan’s cock as your throat fluttered around barty. evan spilled inside you with a growl, hips jerking, fingers digging bruises into your waist.

barty pulled out just before he came, stroking himself over your tongue, groaning as he painted your lips and chin with hot ropes of cum.

you collapsed between them, panting, ruined, every inch of you tingling from the aftershocks.

evan pressed kisses to your spine, sweet and dizzy. “you alright, sweetheart?”

you nodded, dazed. “better than.”

˚☽˚.⋆ poly!marauders

˚☽˚.⋆ poly!wolfstar

˚☽˚.⋆ poly!jegulus

˚☽˚.⋆ poly!rosekiller

Barbie dolls: vampire! rosekiller x gn!reader

word: 1k

summary: you tell your vampire bfs to feed on you while you guys are making out(?) it's strange you'll figure it out

warnings: blood, vampires feeding on a human (🫵), blood kink😁, what else um, I didn't write sex I just wrote a little kissy kissy, Evan says I'm sorry about seven times, finger sucking love me a good finger sucking, a little short 😁

and onto the actual tagteaming part

evan is downright filthy and rough asf as he doms, degrading barty and dragging him around by his hair. calling him pathetic and desperate (which barty definitely enjoys - the fuckin masochist)

but treasure is so sweet and gentle with him as she doms, praising him and calling him her good boy. petting his hair and giving him gentle kisses throughout, telling him how good he eats her out (while evan tells him he can surely do better than that). barty fucking melts under her because he's never treated this softly.

separately either one could break him down into a whimpering mess but together they absolutely destroy him. it's dizzying with praise going in one ear and degrading words going in the other. rough bite marks laved over affectionately with kisses. someone's keeping him from cumming while the other is stroking him until he feels like he's going to explode

it's a deadly combination - barty might not make it out alive - but he couldn't die any happier that's for sure.

no because the way he'd totally try to fight back with Evan (they're both so into it lol) and then he becomes a puddle of emotions under treasure's touch. Like Evan is reading him to fucking filth and Barty's nearly black and blue (consensually, they're deranged, probably drew blood too) but it's treasure's sweet coos and praises that has Barty folding like a lawn chair. He wants to be good for her so bad. Evan absolutely harasses him over it "you're fuckin' pathetic, aren't you? All she's gotta do is bat her eyelashes at you and you're a wreck." and treasure's there like "yes he's so good for me, isn't he???"

pairing: poly!rosekiller x reader

summary: request above!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you for your your request, this somehow came much easier to me than i thought it would? (i’m blaming the fact that they have been consuming my every thought since last week) not proofread btw