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ellecdc · 12 hours

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pls be 18+ to interact with this area of my blog Smutty fics:

Can We Try? (CBBH padvix's first time after the war, discussion of past SA) Surprise! We're Making Love (Remus x fem!reader, smut, angst, hurt/comfort) 🫧 This is new (Barty x afab fem!reader fuck for the first time, they swear)

NSFW chats/headcanons:

moonwater in the bedroom headcanons how would the boys react if you told them you were needy? (established relationship edition, mature content) -> how the boys would react if you told them you were needy (no prior-relationship edition, mature content) how the boys would act if they were needy over you (mature content) who likes to eat afab!reader out the most? (nsfw, 18+) giving or receiving? (nsfw, 18+) highest to lowest sex drive (not explicit, mature themes) degradation vs praise? kinks? rough & fast vs. slow & passionate sexy-time ensemble? NSFW lily headcanons their favourite positions how loud they are in bed

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trippy-thot · 11 months

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1st year Barty Crouch Jr who’s attention was captivated by you the second you sat on the stool to get sorted; praying silently you’d be in the same house. And lucky you, you were! From that moment on he decided he’d do anything to make you his.

2nd Year!Barty who hates everyone in his house except for his 2 friends and you. The two of you being glued side by side for all to see, no one being able to separate the two of you. And anyone who does is lucky to be found and brought to madam Pomfry in the morning.

3rd year!Barty who’s the first to notice that you seemed to have hit puberty over the summer. You had to get new robes because you…grew (in more places than one). Him complementing you and you thought nothing of it because- hey, that’s what best friends do. Right?

4th year!Barty who finally gathers up the courage to ask you to the winter formal but you politely decline him, saying that a Ravenclaw boy had already asked you. He wanted to be mad at you, really he did. But he couldn’t. Not with the way your eyes were filled with what looked like to him, regret and sincerity. Although you did go with him after you heard a nasty rumor about him snogging a Hufflepuff girl last week. He’s also in the infirmary for a broken leg but, there’s no correlation at all…

5th Year!Barty who gains a new sense of boldness with you. His arm is always around your shoulder or sometimes waist. Knees touching whenever you sit down. Hands brushing every-time you walk side by side. On Valentine’s Day, he even decides to give you a peck on the cheek! It was all worth it in his head when you return it back to him; the corner of your lip brushing ever so slightly against his own as you bat your pretty eyelashes at him.

6th year!Barty who contemplates all year about telling you his beliefs of the pureblood supremacy and Voldemorts’ cause, hoping If he did, you’d support him too. But alas, you don’t! When he pulls you to the side before Christmas break to talk, you only eye him with horror before shoving past him, no words spoken. His heart breaks as he sees you wipe tears from your face as your trunk gets further and further away.

7th year!Barty who’s no longer upset about everything, only angry. Angry with you for now ignoring him since last Christmas, refusing to look in his direction or speak to him. How dare you? How could you? After everything he’s done for you? All he thinks about is how ungrateful you are for your 6 and a half years of friendship- almost 2 of blossoming romance. So when he gets the opportunity to find you alone, he seizes it. Grabbing you by the hair and pulling you into a broom closet. With no hesitation, he casts the Imperio curse on you. No one would ever know. Especially not you. What with you following him around like a lost puppy, holding him at any chance, saying how much you missed him and how stupid you were to not agree with him.

He did say he’d do anything to make you his, right? Even if that includes breaking a few laws. And bones.

#marauders #marauders era #imagine #hc #headcanons #headcanon #hp #Harry Potter #Hogwarts #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x reader #Barty crouch Jr x you #Barty crouch Jr imagine

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luizd3ad · 5 days

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Game Time | Poly!Bartylus x GN!Reader One shot

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x GN Reader x Regulus Black

WC: 700

TW: polyamorous relationship, Modern AU, light talks about killing Sims, no use of Y/N, this is just fluff

Author's Note: Honestly I just got this idea bc my sims hyper fixation is coming back. The little bit of French that’s in here I got from google please tell me if it’s wrong.

Summary: Regulus comes home to you and Barty playing the sims.

Someone tell me to stop making theses for ever fic please. I won't listen but someone should still tel me.

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Regulus had spent the day with Sirius, just catching up.

They've been finding it harder to do so since leaving Hogwarts so they try to make it a priority to see each other as often as possible.

He did enjoy spending time with his brother but right now all he wanted to do was go home to his partners.

You and Barty were like a breath of fresh air to him after his social battery was drained. Just being in the presence of both of you was enough to make him feel better.

Regulus finally crossed the threshold to his shared flat. He took his shoes and jacket off at the entrance and put them in their designated places.

But then he noticed the flat was quiet which was rare considering Barty lived there.

“Mon amours? I’m home?”

Regulus called out looking around the flat curiously.

No one was in the living room. He didn't hear anyone in the kitchen.

He started walking down the hall that held their shared bedroom and the guest room/ office when he heard them.

“Angel, I love you but you're wrong!”

“Watch it Crouch! Or you'll end up in the basement next..”

Regulus was only slightly taken back when he heard his partner say that to their boyfriend.

Honestly it wouldn't be the first time he heard them say something like that.

Barty then gasped and started shirking something about ‘Never feeling so betrayed’ which was something Barty would say often.

Regulus took a deep breath mentally preparing himself and then opened the door to the office, he couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight in front of him.

There they were, the loves of his life hunched over the computer playing the muggle game that Remus had shown them.

‘The Sims’ he thinks it was called, but he couldn't quite remember.

“Barty.. Did you take the ladder out of the pool again?”

Barty then gasped as if the thought was inconceivable.

“What would make you think such a thing, angel?”

“I mean other than the fact that you've done it before? The sim’s name is Bartemius Crouch and he looks exactly like your father.”

Barty then giggles looking proud of himself.

“Leave him there he deserves it.”

Barty says with a wide smile.

Regulus chuckles a little louder this time and shakes his head finally catching the attention of his partners.

You and Barty both turn your heads to look at Regulus.

You send him a big smile and say.

“Hi my love, how's Sirius?”

“Sirius is fine. Now what are you two doing?”

Regulus say still standing in the doorway of the room.

“I'm trying to show our darling boyfriend that there's more to The Sims than killing the people that you wish you could kill in real life.”

“And I'm trying to show our angel that killing people in the game is the most fun you can have.”

“Wait, so you make the characters people you actually know?”

You and Barty look at each other and then look at Regulus with raised eyebrows.

“Obviously.”

Barty says looking at Regulus like it should be common sense.

“Wait so you have a character of me?”

“Of course we do.”

You say then turning back to the computer clicking on the mouse a few times and then waving Regulus over to show him a big house with sims of the three of you.

“Is this supposed to be our house?”

“Yes. Unfortunately we’re not all technically dating on here, since that's not an option.”

You explain while Barty crosses his arms while pouting and saying.

“Which is stupid.”

Regulus just smiles at Barty and kisses his head.

“It’s okay mon beau because we’re dating in real life.”

Regulus says while running his hand through his boyfriend's hair.

You and Barty spent the rest of the night showing Regulus your favorite parts of the game.

Regulus found himself having a good time whether it was just because he got to spend time with the two of you or because he actually found the game entertaining he didn't know nor did he care.

He was just content and happy to be there.

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loonylupinblack3 · 1 year

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Could you please make some Barty angst pleaseeeeeeee

I Love You

Paring: Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Warnings: language, angst

Summary: barty crouch jr angst

Word count: 1k+

You loved Barty Crouch Jr. You have since you were in 5th year and you found your drunken selves lying on the grass together, your head on his chest as you gazed up at the stars.

“They’re so pretty,” you’d whispered, looking up at the sky in awe.

“Yeah,” was Barty’s breathless reply. You’d turned to look at him only to find him already staring at you, and your crush for two years had suddenly developed into something more.

He would never love you, though. He would never fall for you, head over heels, and feel what you feel for him. How could he, when love was the one thing he hated above all else?

You’d been friends with Barty since third year, when you first formed a crush on him. That crush grew as the years went by, fourth year to fifth year to sixth year until finally, seventh year. All throughout knowing him, Barty had always had one rule. He never fell in love.

Sure, he loved his friends, maybe even you in a strictly platonic way, but he was never in love with someone. He always said there was something vulnerable about that kind of love. Said it was fleeting, and it would break your heart worse than any other love when they eventually left.

You didn’t agree with this at all, but there was no convincing Barty Crouch otherwise. You would know. You tried many, many times, but he always stubbornly stuck to his rule, leaving you forever heartbroken.

Something was different now, though. It was your final year and Barty had been acting strange towards you. Prolonged staring, unnecessary touching, more time spent with you than anyone else. You couldn’t help but hope this meant he was finally, finally falling for you, and when Regulus and Evan shared your beliefs your hope skyrocketed so much so that you decided to confess, to let him know your true feelings for him.

You asked him to meet you at the top of the Astronomy Tower just before curfew. The stars were out by then, and as you restlessly waited for Barty to arrive you stared up at them, remembering that fateful night in fifth year when you fell in love with Barty.

“Y/n?”

You turned at the sound of Barty’s voice, your heart fluttering when you caught sight of the boy. He came. The thought alone filled you with a joyous feeling, a warmth that spread through your entire body.

“Hey,” you greeted, grateful when your voice came out even.

Your eyes scanned Barty, snagging on his dishevelled hair that was a complete mess but somehow only made him seem all the more appealing. You’d always loved his hair.

“What’s all this about?” he asked, walking further into the room. “Why’d you want to meet me here?”

Your anxiety spiked, feeling as if your heart missed a beat at his question. You took a deep breath; here goes nothing.

“I wanted to tell you something,” you started. “Or confess something really.” You cleared your throat, wondering why you couldn’t speak all of a sudden. “I- um, I lo-“

“Stop.”

Barty’s harsh tone startled you and you did stop, mouth slightly open as you stared at Barty in surprise. That surprise melted when you took in his tense posture, his hands curled into fists and the pained expression on his face as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Barty?” you asked hesitantly, voice quiet.

Barty shook his head. “Just stop. Please. Don’t say that.”

Don’t say that. Don’t say that.

He knew. He knew you loved him. How long had he known? Did he spend all that time with you, complimenting you, flirting with you, touching you, knowing that you were madly in love with him? Did he lead you on, knowing that he held your heart in his hands?

“Barty,” your voice cracked.

“Stop.” There was a desperation to his voice now as he continued to look anywhere but you.

Your voice was quiet when you spoke again, barely above a whisper. “When did you know?”

Barty’s throat bobbed as his gaze strayed to the stars, fingers twitching like he was in a memory.

No. No.

“No,” you choked out, staring at Barty with tears in your eyes. “Fifth year? When we were outside-“

You clamped your mouth shut when Barty winced, answering your question. Feelings bubbled up inside you, too many to process.

He knew. From the moment you fell in love with him, he knew. He’d always known you were in love with him, from the very beginning. He’d always known, and he’d done nothing about it. He just let you go on loving him, thinking it was a secret, thinking it was unrequited. He let your heart break over and over when you saw him with another girl, and he did nothing about it. Nothing.

And then all of a sudden you found a feeling to focus on, to keep you grounded. Anger.

“How dare you.”

Your change of tone caught Barty by surprise and he looked at you, momentarily forgetting his determination to avoid eye contact. “What?”

“You knew all this time. You’ve always known, and yet you just- just let me think you’d never feel the same, that I was just a hopeless romantic that would never get their happy ending?”

Barty glared at her. “And how do you know that wasn’t true? That maybe you are a hopeless romantic and that I didn’t feel the same?”

His tone was vicious, as were his words. You flinched, feeling your heart splinter even more as the person you loved told you he never felt the same. Except then you noticed his eyes watering, his fingers twitching the smame way they always did when he was lying. And you realised he was lying to you.

“You’re lying to me.” Barty’s eyes widened ever so slightly, proving your theory, and you pressed forward. “You don’t mean that. I’m not just a hopeless romantic and it’s not unrequited. You love-“

“Don’t,” Barty’s voice was scratchy, his throat bobbing as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“Why not?” you demanded, taking a step closer to him. Barty stayed rooted to the spot. “Why won’t you let me tell you how I feel? Why won’t you let me lo-“

“Don’t!” Barty yelled, a tear falling down his cheek.

You froze. It was the first time you’d ever seen him cry. You watched the tear roll down his cheek until it got to his jaw, where Barty hastily wiped it away as he followed your gaze.

“Don’t say it. Please.”

His voice was so broken, so defeated, and you couldn’t help but ask, “why? Why can’t I say it?”

There was a moment of silence where Barty stared at you and the weight of everything that was happening came crashing down on you. The helplessness, the pain, the confusion. It all felt like too much. It felt like you were drowning in these emotions, these feelings, and you just wanted to know why. Why this was happening. Why Barty was refusing to let you love him.

“Because I’m scared,” Barty eventually said. He looked up at you, seeing how you hung on every word he said, and took a deep breath before continuing. “Of loving you as well. And then having to lose you too. I can’t lose anyone else. I can’t”

He fell to his knees, looking up at you with a desperate gleam in his eyes. “I can’t lose you. I can’t. I won’t.”

You moved towards him, kneeling in front of him as he cupped his face. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes like he was exhausted.

“You won’t lose me Barty,” you whispered. “Why would you ever lose me?”

Barty’s eyes squeezed shut. “Because I lose everyone.”

You shook your head, letting out a disbelieving laugh. Barty’s eyes opened as he looked up at you hesitantly. “You don’t lose everyone Barty. Just look around you. You have Evan, Regulus, Pandora, Dorcas, me. We’ve been with you for years, and we’re not going to stop being there for you. Never.”

Barty let out a strangled sob and surged forward, capturing your lips with his. You melted into the kiss, letting him fiercely press his lips against yours as his hands held your arms in place, keeping your hands cupping his face. The kiss was everything you’d dreamed it would be and so much more, the salty taste of tears mixing into the frenzied sliding of your mouths.

You both pulled away, gasping for breath, but then Barty was upon you again, pressing kiss after kiss after kiss on your mouth.

“I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

You let out a wet laugh, only then realising you were also crying.

“I love you too.”

#barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x reader #young barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x you #barty x reader #barty x you #barty crouch jr oneshot #barty crouch jr fic #marauders era #regulus black #evan rosier #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Heyy request for barty getting taunted by y/n's gryffindor friends for being a 'death eater by association' because he hangs out with rosier and other 'suspicious' slytherin dudes and to everyone's shock y/n gets super defensive over barty and then he's just happy that someone believes in him 😊 💛

I believe in you

Bart Crouch Jr and gn! reader

Summary: Y/n is the only one that believes Barty is good

Warnings: swearing

A/n: 1.4k words, hi, so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it, enjoy

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Barty sighed he had spent the last hour laying on the common room floor until it was time to meet you, not knowing what to do with himself

“Least Salazar had good taste in rugs” he says to himself, hands pushing into the soft emerald carpet

Suddenly a shadow covered him “What are you doing?” Barty squints for a second before realising it was Snape

“Contemplating life” he says casually

He was in a way, he was trying to decide whether he wanted to tell you how he felt, but there were some things standing in the way. Your friends weren’t exactly thrilled that you and he were friends, let alone the possibility of going any further than that.

He knew hanging out with Evan, Regulus, and Snape, as well as other future ‘deatheaters’ made him considered dangerous, but what else was he to do? Ignore all three of his dorm mates, who despite their parents were lovely people, ostracise himself from his entire house due to ideals that were placed upon it because the founder and his descendants were an arseholes?

He sometimes wondered if you felt that way, if you had fears he would become ‘evil’, you were acquaintances with the marauders after all. Mostly Remus and Peter but he had seen Sirius trying to flirt with you, something that made him realise his feelings for you were far from platonic.

“Well can you do that somewhere else? I can’t study over you Bart”

He groans sitting up “Fine. You know Sev, if you spend less time studying dark arts and more time studying people you might have a chance with your own sweet lion” he says with a cheeky smile

Snape rolls his eyes “We can’t all have memories like yours Bart, say does your sweet lion know of your photographic memory or are you still pretending you don’t know anything?”

“They don’t but just because I remember everything doesn’t mean I understand it Sev. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Barty stands up, brushing down his clothes to smooth them out “…I’m going to go meet them, 30 minutes is too long to wait in your wonderful company” he says the last part sarcastically, ruffling Snape’s hair playfully

Barty headed to the library, knowing you had a study session with your friends there before your own with him. You and he never studied in the library as it was in his own words ‘dreadfully dull’. It was too quiet and he couldn't talk to you freely, make you laugh at his rather terrible jokes nor confess his feelings should the right moment arrive

Soon he found you and y friends, you were facing away from him while your three friends where sitting around the circular table, all clocking his approach so he takes a seat at a nearby table, deciding to just wait there for you

“Where did you say you had to rush off to at two, y/n?” one of your friends asks and Barty looks up, he didn’t mean to listen but considering all three of your friends where sending him glares when you weren’t looking it was clear they were trying to taunt him

“I’m meeting Barty” you say simply but he doesn’t need to see your face to know you have a smile on your face

He sees the middle one rolls her eyes “You know y/n you really shouldn’t be hanging out with him” she says already vexed, something the boy found rather amusing but as the comments continue his amusement fades

“She’s right y/n, he’s a Slytherin he can’t be trusted”

“That’s rather prejudice don’t you think” you say nicely and Barty smiles, you were too sweet for your own good, maybe he was holding you back, a bad influence

“Come on y/n”

“He hangs out with Rosier for Godric’s sake, his father is one of the worst”

“And the younger Black brother, you heard what happened with Sirius, he ran away from that house because they are all evil. If Regulus was anything but that he would have gone with him”

Both of those made Barty’s blood boil, the fact they had no idea what was really happening, the depression Regulus was going through without his brother, the fear of merlin Evan had for his parents.

At the same time he felt like he was going to puke, maybe your friends were right, his friends would most likey end up on the wrong side of the war whether they want it or not and...may bring him with them

“Why should who he is friends are matter? How does that define his character?” you ask looking at them

“Because he’ll become a deatheater, he will y/n, you know that and he’ll only be using you for information. His friends are future deatheaters, who he associates with shows you his real face”

“He hangs out with me so I must be a deatheater then too” you snap at them, your sharp tone surprising Barty

Your friends look shocked too “That’s not what we meant y/n, we’re saying…”

“Well stop” you silence them “You are wrong, Barty is a good person. It doesn’t matter who his friends are because they don’t define him, don’t make me believe less in him. Gordic, what would expect him to do, just not speak to anyone in his house? You know you are right about one thing, who your friends with do matter and I don’t want to be friends with any of you anymore”

Barty’s eyes widen, a smile adorning his face at your defence of his character not noticing all the stares flicking between you and him

“You don’t mean that” one manages to get out

“Yes, I do. He isn’t dark, he isn’t going to be a deatheater and if he did it’s because of people like you” you shout at them not caring who hears “You wonder why Slytherins act the way they do, keep to themselves? It’s because you see the green tie and automatically think they are bad, so how are you any better than the few that see a muggleborn and hate them. Merlin have you met some Gryffindor’s? They are just as bad but you ignore it because they're in a red tie”

Your friends were bound to silence as was most of the library, even the librarian didn’t interrupt you. Everyone you knew was there, the marauders looked shocked but Remus and Peter had small smiles creeping, Lily looked guilty at another table, Regulus and Evan looks pleasantly surprised, Pandora was just smiling at you, bless her heart, and the rest were a mixture of shock and disgust. A Gryffindor defending a Slytherin was unheard of but one publicly defending them was even more so in current climates

“Well if you excuse me” you voice had returned now to its soft nature “I have someone to…” you turn around to see Barty standing there smiling at you “…meet”

You walk up to him, taking his hand in yours and leading him out of the library.

He follows willingly and when you are out of sight of everyone else he stops you “Y/n doll slow down” he chuckles at you

You peer up at him “Sorry” you apologise, frown lines still on your face “Don’t believe them” you say firmly “Don’t let any of them get to you” you take his other hand “They are mean and wrong”

He looks at you fondly “You’re wonderful you know that right” his thumbs graze over your knuckles

You bite your smile smiling “I do now” you say quietly

One of his hands leave yours and cup your cheek “Thanks for believing in me, I was starting to think no one did” he confesses

“Well they're stupid” you say and he laughs

His fingers move to tilt your head so it’s in line with his, leaning in slowly and letting your noses brush “I like you, more than like you actually…I'm pretty sure I’m in love you”

Your eyes light up “That’s good because I’m pretty sure I love you too” you say and with your confession he wastes no more time, lips capturing yours in a soft kiss

Thank you for reading 💛

#barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #Barty crouch junior and reader #barty crouch jr x you #barty and reader #barty x y/n #marauders era #marauders fic

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avalynlestrange · 8 months

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Barty Crouch Jr

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princesspuffle8 · 29 days

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Barty Crouch Jr’s promise ring is well unique. He’s a little too involved in the dark arts and in pure blood slytherin superiority that he thinks this ring is perfect for you (whether you’re a pure blood or a slytherin is irrelevant to him).

He poetically tells you how it reminds him of Dementers in a forest at night and says that you’re his Patronus charm. It’s… disturbing but kinda romantic if you quint… really hard…

But he means well, he’s trying. He’s just not the most romantic type.

#harry potter #writing #headcanon #fanfic #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x you #barty crouch jr x y/n #promise ring

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macaulaytwins · 9 months

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a loose part 2 to the “Sirius Black killed James Potter” nonsense of 1981

#everyone in hogwarts being like ‘uhh.. you sure?’#the idea of barty talking to sirius in azkaban and sirius is just like 😐 is so funny to me #james potter #sirius black #barty crouch jr #marauders era #marauders #slytherin skittles #starchaser #is that the james x sirius shipname? they all confuse me sometimes rip #wolfstar #jegulus #rosekiller #atyd #prongsfoot #lmao

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pearlynia · 4 months

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Regulus "who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay" Black

James "I'm a mirrorball, I can change everything about me to fit in" Potter

Sirius "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" Black

Remus "You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" Lupin

Barty "don't blame me love made me crazy" Crouch

Evan "the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" Rosier

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whysosiriushuh · 3 months

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Rosekiller orange peel theory:

Evan: Barty?

Barty: yeah

Evan: can you peel this orange for me?

Barty: oh sure *peels the fruit*

Evan:*internally kicking feet and giggling* oh...

Barty *holds out a slice for him to bite*

Barty:*squeezes the orange on his face*

Evan: ...

Barty: ...

Regulus, witness to the scene: honestly, what were you expecting

Barty:*licks the juice from Evan's face*

Regulus:.......

#In case you were wondering #yes they fucked later #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #rosekiller #regulus black #slytherin skittles #evan x barty #barty x evan

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: dubcon, stepbrother!regulus, fem!reader, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, alludes to a noncon gangbang, featuring barty and evan because do what i want

¡ marauders masterlist !

regulus' hand moves from your throat to your chin, shaking your head until you blink, pushing out a clear droplet from the corner of your eye. your mouth is parted and saliva pools within it, threatening to spill before regulus turns your head towards him, placing an open-mouthed kiss on your lips. the kiss is wet and loud, louder than the slapping of skin on skin and the squelching of your cunt as it was filled with your stepbrothers cock.

your chest concaves as he angles his hips just right, sending a shock up your spine and pushing the air from your lungs and into his mouth. his hips stutter but he doesn't stop, holding you up as your knees begin to shake.

"look," he grumbles, using the grip on your chin to make you face the boys in front of you.

the blue eyes of evan rosier stare back at you, even more intimidating with the lust swimming in his irises. his pink lips darken where his teeth gnaw on the flesh.

barty palm himself shamelessly, gripping the bulge that became more and more prominent with every strangled noise that force itself out of you. his own eyes look as crazed as ever, each depraved thought involving you, you are sure of it.

the way they watch you is degrading, gazes drinking you in and hands aching to relieve themselves. you think you even saw barty's hand slide beneath evan's waistband at one point.

but you could hardly focus on the sight in front of you with the waves of pleasure that ripple through your body. regulus' warmth pulses inside you, the throb of his hot cock soothing the jerks of his aggressive ruts.

his face is drenched and burning almost as badly as yours. the grunts and groans hold an undertone that tell you he is enjoying the extra eyes.

"regulus," evan murmurs, posh hand sliding across his own thigh.

regulus' hips stutter at his friends voice, the hand on your throat tightening enough that you dug your nails into the flesh involuntarily. he huffs in your ear, sloppily kissing your cheek as a wordless apology. you turn your head, catching his swollen lips before he can move away.

this wasn't what you had expected. when regulus' voice sung your name, you had rushed over like a loyal puppy, eyes bright and heart thumping. nerves and hesitance lingered behind the excitement as you remembered that his dearest friends were paying him a visit this week. you hadn't liked the way they looked at you as they introduced themselves, suggestive comments leaving their lips that left you thinking they knew a little too much of your relationship with your stepbrother.

you had protested, shoving regulus off as much as you could manage before his lips enveloped yours, ridding you of the thoughts of ever letting him go until he bid you away. your begging whispers in his ear had gone ignored, mumbles telling you to "just ignore them," growing more firm as he thrusted into you.

"mmm," regulus hums, mouth vibrating yours.

"you gonna let us have a go anytime soon?"

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ellecdc · 10 days

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Ooooo Mother, i'll do one better!!

What about the boys (established relationship) being needy over reader?? Like something she does or says or wears.

ooooooooof good one babes

okay, mature content ahead: viewer discretion is advised

James:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

certified simp, there would be no question what was going through his mind when he get's needy like this

glassy eyes just ogling you

following you around like a lost puppy - his friends would joke that you had him on some invisible leash

probably has a hand on you at all times

I see him getting a little whiny: "can we go now?" "the party's almost over, right?" "they won't miss us for a few minutes?"

whatever ends up happening afterwards is rushed and frantic - it's very obvious how absolutely desperate he was for you

Sirius:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

I don't think he lets you make a full round of the party before he's pulling you up to his dorm and locking the door

"Siri! I was talking to Emmeline!"

He'd scoff at you as he started shedding his clothes. "You come down stairs looking like that and expect me not to want to jump your bones immediately? Fuck, look at you; who even gave you permission to look this good, huh?"

idk about you but that sentence alone would have me in a puddle

ravishes you - you both look like a right mess afterwards

he takes about 30 seconds to revert back to his dishevelled rockstar appearance (which is so unfair because it took you a little longer to get ready tonight)

he dutifully helps you get redressed - the whole nine yards. Hair, makeup, outfit; though he makes sure some of the marks he's decorated your skin with are visible... "they compliment the ensemble, doll face"

Remus:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

he's got a good pokerface, but there'd be signs

he'd be a little quieter during conversations - most of his attention placed on you, one of his hands would be near his mouth as he played with his lips (like a nervous tick, almost like he really wants a cigarette right now)

but this man's M.O.? Get you feeling just as needy as he is

he would ask you to dance - and it'd be sinful: your back pressed up against his front as your hips sways in sync to the beat

his hands would be all over you: running up and down your thighs, slipping under the skirt of your dress, arms wrapping around your middle, gentle kisses pressed to your ears and neck

he'd have you so wound up and when you finally turn in his lap to ask him if he wanted to go upstairs, he'd smile at you and say "great idea, dove. I don't think they'll miss us for a little while."

get's exactly what he wanted and somehow it had been your idea

Regulus:

you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that

I think it would piss him off a little bit, quite frankly - how dare you come down stairs looking that good and acting like you weren't knocking the wind out of Regulus? (and likely every other partygoer there)

I think because he's feeling slightly jealous/a little peeved at you, he'd keep his distance at the party; but you would feel his eyes on you all night

his predatory gaze watching you as you navigate the party, sending threatening glares at anyone getting too close or was looking for too long

finally as the party is dying down, you're halfway through a conversation with Dorcas when you feel a looming presence behind you

"We're leaving." He says simply, taking your elbow and ushering you towards the dorm rooms.

you try to scold him for interrupting your conversation and rudely dragging you away from the party

he narrows his eyes and looks you up and down: "you don't get to show up to the party looking like sex on a stick and then berate me for finally getting you alone"

you smirk at him. "if you wanted me alone so bad, all you had to do was ask"

"Well, here I am." "I'm all yours, reg"

Barty:

you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that

your foot has barely hit the last step before you're hastily thrown over Barty's shoulder and he's running to his dorm room

"But Barty! The party!"

"Fuck the party! There are more important things to do."

you guys never make it back to the party - a shame too, you really liked that dress....the one that was since ripped off of your body and sat in a pile on the floor

"Don't worry treasure, I'll buy you 40 more of those dresses; though I can't promise they won't end up in the same state"

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littleliterarylesbian · 9 months

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Evan Rosier who's trying to convince his sister's girlfriend to leave her for him but it's only because he wants to be legally named Evan Evans and this is the objectively funniest way to do it.

Barty, his own boyfriend, is all for the notion, Pandora, said sister, is less than amused.

#evan is on his knees begging lily for a chance simply for the shits and giggles #“please ill be so much better for you then her ill be the best boyfriend you ever had”#now the real question is would lily play along or also just sigh and try to get hin to stop #marauders era #marauders #harry potter #evan rosier #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #lily evans #pandora lovegood #pantheon #pandora rosier #pandalily #pandlily #pandora x lily #rosekiller #rosier twins #slytherin skittles #.theadcanons

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luizd3ad · 21 days

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NFWMB | Barty Crouch Jr x Reader Blurb

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Pairing: Young! Barty Crouch Jr x GN! reader

WC: 180

TW: angry Barty, Talks of Bullying, Barty being protective, so slight angst, no use of Y/N

Authors Note: Just a little blurb for an idea I got while listening to hozier. I've just been having Barty brain rot lately.

Summary: Someone made you cry and Barty isn’t having it.

⊱ ─────── ஓ๑∗๑ஓ ────── ⊰

“Who did it?”

You look up at a furious looking Barty Crouch jr, with your tear stained face you shake your head lightly.

“Leave it alone Barty.. Please” You say letting out a sigh and looking down at your hands.

“Angel. I’m only going to ask one more time before I burn this whole bloody school down.”

Barty says crouching down in front of you to make you look him in the eyes.

“Who did this? Who made my angel cry?”

Barty says tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and looking more serious than you think you’ve ever seen him be before, it was actually quite unnerving if you're being honest.

“Mulciber and Avery.. They were calling me names and just being cruel..”

Barty nods his head slowly and stands up and kisses the top of your head.

“I'll be back, angel.”

“Barty please don't do anything, just leave it be.”

“Can’t.”

Barty says walking to the door of your dorm and he looks at you one more time before leaving, saying.

“Nothing Fucks with my baby.”

⊱ ────── ஓ๑∗๑ஓ ─────── ⊰

#barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr x reader #barty x reader #slytherin skittles #Spotify #bartemius crouch jr #bartemus crouch junior #the marauders #marauders #harry potter #hogwarts houses #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hozier #blurb #the brainrot is real #Barty Crouch jr x you

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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Congrats on 1k love!!! Im so happy for you, you deserve all the love 🩶

Could i request a ravenclaw!reader who's a little volatile (i suppose like dark acadameia) that the slytherins have kind of adopted (because shes volatile not violent and they think its cute). But shes been in a relationship with Remus on the down low and they realise at a halloween party?

I imagine Remus as an angel while reader is a devil and the slytherins were already concerned by the costume but then they notice you and Remus and just loose their marbles. Barty's having a meltdown, evans im shock and Sirius is cackling because Regulus is trying to stand tall but Remus is so much bigger than him its just impossible.

Anyway, tysm for your wonderful self and feel free to twist this however fits you, love!!

Hi lovely, thank you so much! I'm assuming you meant this to be for the Fade Into You part of the celebration since it's a specific reader, and also I don't know the Slytherin boys very well so I feel like my characterization could be wayyyyy off but I hope this is alright!

join the party

Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader ♡ 930 words

You’re dancing with your friends when your drink is plucked suddenly from your hand.

“Hey!” You spin around to find the thief, and then your tone changes completely. “Hey, Remus, you came!” You crash into him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Remus hugs you back the best he’s able, a drink in each hand. “And you wore your costume!” You grin as you pull away, resting a hand on either side of his face to admire how soft and sweet he looks in seraphim white. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”

Said cheeks grow warm under your hands. “That’s Sirius’ touch.”

“You look very pretty.” He grins, and you stand on tiptoe to whisper sweetly in his ear, “Now give me back my drink, pretty boy.”

Remus’ smile doesn’t waver, but he becomes a tad more serious about the eyes. “How many have you had?”

“Oh, don’t be such a drag, Lupin,” Barty pipes up, coming up behind you to sling an arm around your shoulder. “She’s fine, and not that it’s any business of yours, but we won’t let anything happen to her.”

“She just seems like maybe she’s had enough,” Remus replies, and his tone is far from unkind, but there’s an edge of admonishment to it that has Barty bristling noticeably. He turns back to you, voice softening. “What do you say, lovely, want to go sit down for a little while?”

You look at Barty, who raises an eyebrow at you. Behind him, Reggie stands with his arms crossed, looking bored with the whole thing.

“I won’t be gone long,” you say in apology, and Barty scoffs disgustedly, but releases you.

“Fine, go play with your costume buddy,” he says. “We’ll be here when you get sick of him.”

You take Remus’ hand in one of yours, flipping Barty off with the other.

“Are we really going to sit down?” you whisper hopefully, and Remus chuckles.

“Yeah, we are. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re not exactly walking in a straight line right now.”

You grin, tugging at his hand playfully. “That’s just ‘cause I’m a rebel. The boys would never let me hang out with them if I walked the straight and narrow.”

“That so?” Remus hums, pulling you down onto a couch beside him. “Have I mentioned how nice you look yet? You really do.”

“I’m not supposed to look nice.” You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to him. “I’m a devil, Rem. I’m supposed to look hot and salacious.”

Remus graces you with a smile, brushing a piece of hair from in front of your eye. “You do look hot, but you look nice too. I don’t think you can help that one, dovey.”

“Yeah?” You bat your eyelashes, moving into his lap. Remus’ eyebrow quirks up slightly, cheeks glittering with the movement, but he doesn’t stop you. “Is it just that I radiate sweetness?” You kiss his jaw. “And patience?” Remus’ cheek is faintly pink where you press your lips. “Innocence, certainly,” you tease, breath hot on his ear, “but what else?”

“Dove,” he whispers, “I think your friends are watching.”

“Hm?” You look up, and sure enough, Regulus, Barty, and Evan are standing just a few feet away by the punch bowl, expressions ranging from bewilderment to abject horror. “Oh. Oops.”

“I—I can’t,” Barty sputters. “I can’t be seeing this. Are you plastered? Get off him.”

You don’t, but Remus does it for you, standing and setting you on your feet as Regulus stalks forward. He stops with his arms crossed in front of the two of you.

“Is this who you’ve been ditching us for lately?” he asks you.

You start to reply, but Barty talks over you. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, there’s no way. There’s no way.”

Others have started migrating toward you to watch the show, among them Remus’ friends. Normally you wouldn't care, but Remus is beginning to squirm, so you try to calm things down for his benefit.

“You guys are overreacting,” you say, as peaceably as you’re capable of. “As if it really matters what house my boyfriend is in.”

“Boyfriend?” Barty despairs, and you should have known better than to think anything could quell his dramatics once they’ve begun. “God, as if the costumes weren’t bad enough, you have to throw lovey-dovey terms like boyfriend around.”

A peal of laughter sounds from somewhere nearby, and you look around to find Sirius, eyes already wet with mirth as he watches his younger brother. “Reggie,” he manages between giggles, “are you trying to look taller than him?”

Reg raises an unimpressed brow, and anyone who didn’t know him well might not notice the flicker of embarrassment in his gaze. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, but his posture is better than you’ve ever seen it, his neck elongated in an attempt to look Remus in the eyes without having to tilt his head.

“Reg.” Sirius swipes under his eyes. “You may be taller than me, but you’re never gonna get all the way up there.” “Alright,” you say decisively, taking Remus’ hand and proceeding to push past Regulus’ stiff form. You shoot Evan a half-apologetic look as you go by, still standing frozen like he’s been stupefied, and Barty follows your movement with eyes blown wide. “Just for that, we’re going back to you guys’ dorm, Black. And we’re going to fuck, loudly, all night.” You shoot your most winning smile in his direction, even as Remus’ face takes on a fiery hue beneath the white glitter. “I wouldn’t recommend coming home. Goodnight!”

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siriuslygay1981 · 13 days

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Barty shifted to the side, his heart beating rapidly. He felt shaky and like he might throw up. Clearing his throat he let his eyes jump to where Evan sat next to him casually.

He looked fucking beautiful,like always. His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind, his face slightly flushed. Barty watched with no little amount of affection as Evan closed his eyes and smiled.

"I love you." The words were out of his mouth before the words even formed in his mind.

The leafs around them rustled, the wind pushing against them. Bartys mouth open and closed, his stomach forming a black pit.

Fuck.

"uh.." Evan said awkwardly

"oh-" it felt like the word was punched out of him. Breathless and full of pain.

"yea...no YEA i-i was just- mm I'm going to..."

His limbs felt weird, his whole body felt out of place, his cheeks were warm with embarrassment. He cursed himself out mentally as he scrambled up and ran to the castle with a crumpling face and a breaking heart.

He didn't hear the faint call of his name too busy berating himself, he wiped at his face angrily and forced himself to keep going.

Way to go, ruin another friendship you idiot

__

Evan sat at the lake dumbfounded.

What the fuck.

He stared at the spot where Barty bolted from, his eyebrows pinched together. His heart thudding against his chest wildly, he pushed his hair out of his face as he tried to process everything that just happened.

What the fuck.

#quote prompt #rosekiller #barty jr #bartemius crouch junior #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #'unrequited' love #challenge: write less than 1k words for a oneshot #i actually suceeded i think #IDK i didnt see the word count #marauders era #marauders fandom #dead gay wizards from the 70s #i always write too much i just need a simple but still good oneshot #like you do too much bestie #barty x evan

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