#barty crouch fanart

[wtchyvibes]

[alexsays-no]

Ice-skating love ♡♡♡

[nexistellar]

yeah.

[peachrtistic]

Have you ever considered drawing rosekiller ? I honestly think they'd slay in your art style !! Also I wanna drop by and say your art is fantastic and makes me all warm and soft inside. Have a great day ♡

🌹 🔪

[webbluvrsugar]

losing your virginity to Barty Crouch Jr. (or..more of this au.)

- click that link for what happens afterwards!

cw: virgin reader, sort of manipulative Barty, female reader, no use of y/n.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” That’s what he whispered in your ear as he prepped you for it.

Again, Barty shouldn’t be doing this to you, it’s cruel. His initial plan was to get information from you not to kiss you, pretend he loves you, not to get you under his bed and actually fuck you, much worse, be your first when he’s not even a hundred percent sure that he loves you.

But he guesses one thing just led to another, you two started kissing and unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, like always, he ended up fucking himself up because he was thinking too much with his dick instead of actually using his brain.

Now, he’s slowly drilling into you, listening carefully to the sounds you make while the pain subdues and you start leaning to embrace the pleasure — the pleasure he’s providing you.

“Barty,” you moan, hide your face in his chest in shame, he doesn’t let you do that for much longer though, he’s already bringing a hand to tilt your head back to him.

“I know, I know, it hurts,” he coos, leans down to press a soft kiss into your jaw. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mh — Mhmm.” You closed your eyes, take in a sharp breath and tighten the grip your legs provide against his waist.

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He whispers under his breath. “Let’s see if you like it like this,” he starts fucking you faster, a loud moan escapes you as you toss your head back into his pillow, one of your hands gripping onto the warmth of his skin, your nails leaving a mark.

“Yes — like that!” You gasp, a strain of moans start escaping your lips with every thrust he gives right against that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Yeah? Like that?” He chuckles, gently feeds you his dick right in that pace that you seem to like.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll give you more of that.”

[last-great-all-american-bitch]

"Barty was a mean death eater" jkr just doesn't know the character she created like I do

[moniefires]

fem rosekiller 🐍🐍🐍

[regglilbean]

they share cigarettes 🚬🚬

[nekokvmaa]

Properly drew Barty for the first time

Here was the ref, Carrington is physically and mentally Barty to me and no one is changing my mind

[dairekt-cat]

I really idk

[reggies-fake-horcrux]

this is THE barty crouch jr song

[wtchyvibes]

Barty and Evan at a house party at Regulus's place—they'd definitely sneak off to the bathroom to casually get high. (Though, I doubt Regulus would be too thrilled about it)

[alexsays-no]

Regulus being a bitch and Rosekiller being Rosekiller

[redr0sewrites]

rosekiller wip

(reference photo:)

[webbluvrsugar]

Getting tricked by Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty didn’t want to do this to you, the sweet, hufflepuff girl that stayed late hours in the library, studying and reading whatever book you could find, the girl that sometimes skips lunch to help Hagrid and his multiple variations of animals. Really, he didn’t, but he had to, Voldemort was asking for information that his father in the ministry wouldn’t provide to him, and you were the perfect opportunity, your parents also worked for the ministry, surely they knew things he could use, surely it wouldn’t be so hard to exploit them out of you by pressing the right buttons.

So he did exactly that, followed you around the castle and helped you out with your books, listened to whatever you wanted to talk about to form some kind of connection with you and it worked out smoothly, it didn’t take long to make you swoon, a few hair twirls and cheek rubs and you went from complete strangers to kissing on each other’s dorms after curfew, to having you on his bed, to him taking your virginity and making it good for you. He hadn’t meant to go this far, but now with your naked body over his as he caresses your hair, his other hand carrying his cigarette in two fingers, he’s pensive about everything he’s done, because sure, he’s already got what he wanted from you, Voldemort has what he wants but he just can’t let you go.

“Really, that’s what they said?” He mumbles, as if he’s paying attention to anything you’re saying.

“Mhm.. they’re asses.” You whisper back, head slightly buried on his chest as he keeps the same mind-numbing motion on your hair. You stay silent for a while, he can tell you’re thinking, one eyebrow raising, encouraging you to speak. “So,” you look up to him, a soft, blissful sigh escaping you. “Are we… dating now?”

Right, that question, the one he’s been trying to avoid the last few weeks, he’s even surprised you’ve only asked now, but it’s fitting, he just took your virginity, made you attached to him forever, made himself a permanent memory in your head, he doesn’t blame you for asking, he just doesn’t know what to say.

“Hm..” he hums, eyes going up to the ceiling, it’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just that he never considered a relationship, you don’t know he’s a death eater and he’s not the type of guy you could present to your parents, but he likes the way you speak, the way you act and feel, it brings moments of peace to his restless mind.

“Yes, we are.” He looks back down at you, a small smile peering at his lips as he sees the way you light up, as if he just made your whole world in that exact same moment and he’s almost proud of himself, he doesn’t know how long this will last, but he’ll make sure to keep you happy and clueless while it does. “Feels right, doesn’t it?” He smirks.

“Yes… it does.” You chuckle, looking back down to his chest.

“Good.” He nods, one hand going down to deliver a smack to your ass. “Wouldn’t lose a body like that.”

“Hey!” You try to correct him, he only huffs out a low laugh.

“What? I’m only telling the truth.” His thumb goes down to caress your cheek, taking a long draw of the cigarette before blowing the smoke in the air, the faint scent of tobacco lingering.

He’s never seen himself this soft.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t know who’s tricking who.

[mickf1g]

hey