#barty crouch jr headcannons

[whorediaries-09]

Hii! Okay so I was that Barty ask, so thank you for answering!!!

I was thinking it could be for a knife kink? Maybe with dialouge #4, #27 (potentially marking initials?), and #30. I was thinking the reader could be the one to use the knife, but you take this whatever way you think is best! (Only if you want to use this idea ofc!)

oh i'm drooling...

but you belong to me;

pairing- barty crouch jr. x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, blood, darkish themes. a/n- both barty and the reader are fucked up in the head in this fic. they're both death eaters sooo. also first barty fic don't come at me.

ps- i left out one of the dialogues since it didn't fit in the fic. sorry </3

prompt- knife kink + 'do whatever you want to me. i'm yours to use,' + 'mark me. mark me so everyone knows who i belong to,'

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules.

'you insolent little fucker!' you scream, bashing barty against your cold wall. your knife points at his neck, and he's wise enough, for now at least, to not do anything to agitate you further. he knows better than that, you with a knife was more dangerous than you with a wand.

'what the fuck?' he asks, trying not to notice just how attractive he found you all riled up like this. your voice cold and cruel against his eardrums. it brings him a sense of mirth which he can't describe. it makes his blood rush faster, it makes him feel hotter. he feels it crawl under his skin, gnawing at him.

'you think you can take credit for everything? when i go out and get my ass fucking kicked by everybody else, you think you'll sneak away with all the power?'

barty hissed, poking out his tongue habitually. the dark room, lit by candles, illuminated your features. your breath was hot against his mouth, as you moved closer, intentionally or not, he didn't know.

all he knew was that he felt his crotch tighten and grow painful, bulge forming against his slacks. he couldn't help it, the cold graze of the metal of your knife digging into his skin, an inch from injury roused him further.

you stared at his eyes, which dilated with every passing second. you pretended not to feel the bulge against your crotch. it had been cat and mouse between the both of you for a month or three. if you'd finally get him on his knees, begging for you with a knife at his neck, you weren't complaining.

neither would he.

'you're so pathetic,' you spit, testing the waters. 'i can feel your erection you know,' you said, digging the edge into his skin deeper, somehow still not hurting him. you felt all the walls he'd build trying to constrain himself melt, as he falls deep into your words.

he wants your knife carved into his skin. he wants you to make him bleed, to let the metal of the blade go under his skin. he wants you to carve your name out on his skin. he wants you open up his chest, sink your hands into his barred ribs. he wants you to crack them open, take out his beating heart. feel it beat quicker as you kiss him. as you explore him. as you touch him. as you feel him.

he doesn't say anything. but it's as if you know what he wants to say. you can smell the lust growing, the charged electricity growing between the both of you. in a short moment, you spin him, throwing his body on your bed.

'whatever shall i do to you?' you mock, thrashing out your knife across his clothes. they fall on your sheets like dominos when pushed. you see his bulge hard against his slacks. his eyes are glassy, almost begging, but not giving in yet.

he wants you to force him to give in.

you straddle his hips, knife against his bare chest. you feel his heart rate quicken. his hands grip your waist, and you slap them away.

'don't touch me until i tell you to,' you say, cold metal of the knife slowly passing through the layers of his skin. till droplets of blood seep out, till a wound forms.

'do whatever you want to me. i'm yours to use,' he breathes slowly, toying his tongue over his chapped lower lip. he watches your lip curl.

'i'll ruin you, barty,' you say, lips trailing over chest. it stops at his wound, lips sucking the blood onto your tongue. the metallic taste falters on your taste buds, spreading across the wet muscle before it mixes with your saliva, salvaging down your throat. he hisses at your action. he bucks his hips, clothed erection against your wet core.

'mark me,' he says, as you zip him down, 'mark me so everyone knows who i belong to,'

'oh yeah?' you say, degrading. you line your cock to your slit, pushing himself inside of you. your walls clench as you feel him fill you. you slowly drag the knife across his skin, so he feels the cold blade striking across his skin. you thrash it across the layers of his skin, forming the alphabets of your initials. blood draws out with each stroke.

he winces with which strike against his skin as he bleeds. it hurts, it burns. but the coldness of his blood against the fierce nature of his wounds is a contrast. the thought that your initials will leave a scar on his chest is a comfort.

you place your lips on the wound, the fresh blood that oozes out of his chest. you let its taste stay before you hold his mouth, pulling him closer to your face. your lips interlock with his, your tongue slipping into his mouth. his and yours saliva mixed together with his crimson blood falters as you hold him enchanted with your kiss.

'now i've marked you as mine,' you say, moving your hips slowly. you take his hands into yours, placing them on your waist. 'you hear that? now you're mine, and solely mine,' he thrusts his hips, taking the cue. you put the knife against his neck, so close to his artery. it's almost as if you can see the blood convulsing from the thick nerve.

'and you're going to fuck me,' you breathe, as his thrusting eradicates, unrhythmic and desperate. you catch a moan in your throat as his tip hits your g-spot. 'you-you're going to fuck me till you've ruined yourself for anyone but me,'

'i'm going to,' he groans, your walls clenching around his cock with your core tightening, the pleasure of orgasm on the brink of release. 'ruin myself, just for you, darling,'

it's more of a promise, and one of the few genuine things he'd promised you. you breath harer, not being able to control your moans and groans anymore.

'i'm going to,' your head falls backwards, the pleasure almost escaping, 'f-fuck, i'm going to cum,' you say.

'me too, darling,' he says, his thrusts now sloppy.

'together,' you order. he nods, and you pull him closer by curling your hands behind his sweaty neck, and plant your lips over his, kissing him deeply, swallowing all his moans and gasps as you clench and release around him, and he simultaneously releases inside you. he fucks you through the wave of release before his cock softens inside you. his cum flows down on the sheets, and you wince, sensitive.

'you belong to me,'

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[actuallyitskal]

i feel like barty crouch jr is the type of a person that seems like a rebel (and is a rebel) in a very punk, angsty way, but than wins an award for 100% attendance at school.

meanwhile evan is getting high with dorcas and peter in their dorm room, while having a reputation of a great student, and lowkey a prep boy.

[actuallyitskal]

evan trying to bail barty out of muggle prison:

[forthestarsx]

headcannon: barty’s one of those people to just randomly bite their boyfriend for no specific reason

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Marauders era things I will take no criticism for

Minerva McGonagall is a QUEEN

Remus is incredibly tall but has the most fucked up posture

Sirius Black had the best eyeliner game ever

Marlene McKinnon was a raging lesbian and would take offense to being called straight

If your last name is or was at some point ‘Black’ you are automatically a dramatic little shit

Mary and Regulus would share curly hair-care tips.

James’ soul is red (crimson)

Sirius’ is purple

Euphemia Potter is an amazing mother in every universe

Regulus had summer freckles

BARTY WAS SMART!!!

And I’m not sure why, but Evan LOVES oranges (the fruit)

James has a degrading kink

Pandora would sometimes lie and tell people she had fake visions to get them to fuck off or psych them out and only the skittles knew her tell for when she’s lying.

Thank you for listening to mu ted talk

[percesdead]

james and sirius would always make these heroic, dramatic reasons for remus' scars whenever 1st-2nd years asked where remus got them from. yeah. remus is a dragon slaying, troll wrestling, centaur taming badass w chronic knee pain from just being too cool. if you were wondering

[actuallyitskal]

YESSS

he was absolutely unhinged at all times - but in the same way sirius was (as a person who's just kind of fucked up but still in loveable way) - however the second harry was somewhat involved he just went ABSOLUTELY off the rails.

i truly believe he'd highfive himself after the draco -> fretka incident

"this one for my best man - r.a.b!"

i have this headcannon that, when “Moody” aka Barty was teaching DADA it was literally just Harry’s class he went batshit on, not any of the others, purely because it was yet another way to torment James Potter aka his best-friend’s ex

[beataylorsversion]

christmas marauders headcannons day 3:

effie would always owl a basket of her home made mince pies to marlene during the holidays as she knew how hard things were for marls at home

every year marlene would wait hopefully by the window and slowly her heart began to heal again

[theres-an-endless-starry-sky]

Both James and Regulus forget to hydrate all the time, surprisingly it’s Barty (“ drink the water regulus I swear to Merlin”) and Sirius (“this skin doesn’t happen naturally!” Before aggressively back tracking) who reminds them

[lilyofthevalleyys]

Evan would drop multiple hints about what he wants for his birthday and think Barty didn’t pick up on them, then when it’s his birthday, Barty gets him that thing, ten times better.

[whorediaries-09]

hey hun! how bout a #9 choking and maybe some #6 degradation with the one and only barty crouch jr? im a simp for that man and a sucker for your writing!!!

hell ya, babe.

twisted pleasure;

pairing- landlord!barty crouch jr x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, substances. a/n- the obsession is so strong guys?!

prompt- choking + degradation.

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules.

the wooden staircase in the corridor creeps into your room. they creak with the heavy steps which you recognize to be your landlord's. cold fear grips you. it's been almost a week after the due date of the month. you still hadn't paid your rent. and you knew he was extremely particular about the dates.

'open the door!' his voice boomed first, then came the obnoxious loud knock. you rushed into your room, trying to put on proper clothes. you were fresh out the shower. in nothing but a faux silk nightdress. you weren't expecting anyone.

especially not him.

'i'm coming!' you scream, but it's covered by the overpowered sound of the door bursting open. barty enters the apartment, and you see him getting overwhelmed by the smell of pot in the living room.

'you filthy bitch!' he says, charging towards you. you back towards the wall, the anger in his voice booming. it's so obvious. and yet you feel more of your oxytocin in your blood rather than just adrenaline. maybe it's because of how insanely attractive he looks with his hair scattered all around his face. or his pupils which are full of spite focused on you.

'i'm sorry,' you manage to whisper out, at least pretending to be scared. you didn't want him to know you were getting turned on. 'i got fired last week. they closed the place-'

'you got the time and money to pay for pot but you ain't got time to pay me my rent? i'll call the fucking cops on you if you don't pay up right now!'

'i'm so sorry, mr. crouch,'

before anymore words were spoken, his hand was around your throat.

'sorry? i gotta pay my bills you know? you fucking whore! you'll pay up, or i'll do unimaginable things to do. bet you would like that wouldn't ya? silly little thing.'

he huffed, his mouth so close to your nose. his hand, touch so hot on your skin. unconsciously, you bucked your hips towards his crotch.

'oh look at the dumb slut. she likes it when i degrade her. don't you?' he mocked you, increasing the pressure of his thumbs on your arteries.

'god, i'll do anything if you will give me a few more days,' you manage to gurgle out. he smiles, running his tongue over his teeth.

'you bitch. i'll make you do anything i want, if that's what it takes me to get you to pay the fuck up.' and it's hell broken loose. he's tearing your nightdress down, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze. he spits between the valley of your breasts, pushing your head further into the wall-if that was even possible. with this other hand, he teases your clit.

'look at you, whore. no panties. and so wet for me, already. you like this huh?'

you stand speechless, letting his rough fingers scissor you open.

'look at you, so turned on for your landlord's cock. ever touched yourself thinking about me, slut?'

it happens so fast, as if in a flash. he's pulling his pants down, wrapping his legs around your waist.

'fuck,' you whimper. he pushes himself into you. it's a fast, burning yet delicious stretch and it makes you lose the strength of your knees. you bite your lip as his hips ruts into yours, profanities and his name falling off your lips like a chant. he's breathing heavy into your ears, cutting off the oxygen flow to your brain.

'dumb, cumslut, for my cock,' your walls pulsate around him at his words, and he smirks. he takes out his phone from his shirt pocket, and opens his camera.

'i'll film us. touch your dumb little cunt when you need me. then call me, i'll fuck you even better than those little fingers of yours can.'

he's relentless, scandalous while he abuses your pussy. your eyes roll backwards with each thrust, his cock hitting your spot perfectly. it's a rhythm and a roll of his hips, along with the force of his hand against your neck that makes you loose your decency and you're begging for him.

'barty, please,' he muffles his growl against your hair, destroying in the name of exploring your guts, and you're letting out breathy moans with the furious orgasm that coils within you.

'beg, beg for my cock,' whore, he croons, and your back scratches against wall he holds you against.

'please, please-barty-shit...' you moan. you feel dizzy, and your orgasm so on the edge consumes you from within and you babble incoherent words. he laughs, and there's a cruel mirth behind his voice.

your pussy walls, flutter around his cock, and he pounds into you, rocks into you and with each thrust, your slickness welcomes him, and it consumes you and him both. your clit rubs deliciously on his torso and simultaneously, his cock hits your sweet spot. your throat rips out a fetishized moan and you're breaking apart on his cock, while he's chasing his own release. your orgasm clutches his cock so tight, he resents the force on your own throat, and menacingly you wonder how he's not suffocated you to death yet.

'st-stop-' you beg, but he doesn't acknowledge you. he's chasing his own release, and the way you grip him drives him into a high of insanity.

'oh? is this too much for this poor cunt?' he mocks-and before the either of you know it, he's painting the walls of your abused cunt with his cum. it's filthy, his cum dripping onto the floor of his apartment from your used hole. you unwrap your shaking legs from his waist, and he lets go off your throat. you cough and splutter, taking in heavy breaths as he makes you kneel on the floor. he sits beside you, holding your hair while you struggle with your breathes.

[lilysandhyacinths]

hear me out…

Asian Evan Rosier and Hispanic Barty Crouch JR

[nerdinabook]

Okay I have a thought....

Marauders and their fav Christmas songs...

Remus: Santa, Can't You Hear Me by Kelly Clarkson and Ariana Grande (Remus would also love Christmas Shoes but can't listen to it without thinking of his mom and crying so he only listens to it once a year)

Sirius: Holidays by Conan Gray (duh it's Conan of course Sirius is gonna eat it up)

James: When Christmas Comes to Town from the Polar Express (you can't tell me he doesn't cry listening to this)

Peter: Wrap me up by Jimmy Fallon and Meghan Trainor (Peter would end up forcing everyone to duet with him at some point through the season)

Lily: Where Are You Christmas from The Grinch (mainly I think her vocals would sound so good at this)

Marlene: Buy me Presents by Sabrina Carpenter (the sass!)

Dorcas: Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande (the year before she and Marlene got together she would listen to this and think about her the year after when they were together she would sing a slowed down version to her)

Mary: Christmas Tree Farm by Taylor Swift (all the girls would love it but Mary was the one busting it out the most)

Regulus: Merry Christmas, please don't call by the Bleachers (uurggg this song is just so Regulus coded!!!)

Evan: You're a mean one Mr Grinch (people think it's because he is trying to say he is like the Grinch and is mean but he can't not listen to it and think of the happy times in his childhood with Pandora)

Barty: Carol of the Bells (its giving prestige its giving hauntingly beautiful)

Pandora: You're a mean one Mr Grinch (people think it's because she is kinda quirky and so of course hut really the same reason as Evan)

Tbh I'm still learning about Evan and Bartys characters so forgive me if you think differently.

[asmo-d3us]

James Potter Headcanons

Pansexual

He/him and they/them pronouns

Animagus is a deer

Latino and always speaks in fast Spanish when angry or excited and it’s so amusing to watch

Never studies yet somehow gets amazing grades and results in exams

Had severe ADHD and sometimes forgets to take his medication so Marlene always reminds him, and sometimes when she isn’t there, Barty notices it and gives subtle nudges to James, and when James looks at him he sees him holding out his medication. He never forgot, no matter what, and James will always be grateful

Used to be childhood friends with Marlene and Barty

Was forced to stop talking to barty because of how different they were, even though his parents wanted him to come back since they missed him

When he started dating regulus, he was forced to start talking with barty again, and they had a weird moment where they stared into each others eyes and cried silently, before hugging and then acting like nothing happened the next day.

he was obsessed with the idea of lily but not her as a person, especially because his parents expected them to be together so the pressure got to his head, but after meeting regulus he began to fall in love

james is a people-pleaser so he never really opens up and nobody has ever seen him breakdown other then barty, marlene, remus, and regulus

the first time james cried in front of sirius was when they found out regulus died. sirius was so shocked at his reaction that he began to cry harder and cradled james in his arms

he misses barty to death

has obvious bipolar disorder but he’s in denial, remus agreed not to tell anyone yet

james never opens up to anyone since he thinks his job is to make everyone happy. for some reason, barty and regulus (slytherins) were the only ones who were there for him and understood him in such a deep level

people would come to him for therapy, venting, help, advice, etc. but he never had anyone there for him

people called him egotistical and cocky but in reality it’s just a facade to seem cool because he never really liked who he truly was

pretty good actor, his friends never caught on to his fake behavior, but when remus, regulus, and marlene did, (barty did to, he just didn’t talk about it, he only gave silent nudges to let james know he’s right there.) they tried their best to comfort him.

NAPS, loves naps

if one light is on he CANNOT sleep

broken multiple pairs of glasses after falling asleep in them

him and sirius are like brothers, but that breaks his heart because of regulus

mamas boy

mcgonagall has a soft spot for him

a hugger, seriously so touchy he sometimes gets super insecure bc he’s worried ppl will be annoyed. the only people who encouraged this was the marauders + marlene (barty wasn’t a big toucher himself but he would comfort james with humor if he asked)

ruffles everyone’s hair

natural leader, sometimes overthinks and begins to worry that he’s using people and ordering them around bossily

he loves everyone so fucking much and he’s indecisive as fuck

he sings in the shower

he has a diary that he writes in with a glittery gel pen

[labyrinthhofmymind]

pandora would LOVEEEE doing tarot readings on everyone, like EVERYONEEEEE

marlene, regulus, remus, lily, and dorcas wouldn’t believe the readings at first

meanwhile james, peter, sirius, mary, barty, and evan are all obsessed with it, and wholeheartedly believe everything pandora says

it’s only when pandora reads that marlene, regulus, lily, and dorcas all have crushes on people of different houses (dorcas, james, pandora, marlene) that they start to believe it

same as when pandora tells remus he’s in love with his bestfriend

meanwhile pandora just wanted lily to go out with her and accidentally told the rest of them the same prediction

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Just a reminder that James would draw little hearts on your page, Remus would annotate books for you to read, Sirius would let you braid his hair, Peter would always make sure you‘ ’d eaten that day, Lily would bake you cook when you’re feeling down, Mary would stay up all night with you to talk about whatever, Marlene would stay with you when you’re sad, dorcas would get you little gifts, Barty would help you with whatever ‘psycho’ and ‘weird’ idea you have, Evan would help you feel safe wherever you are, Regulus would live little notes in your textbook, pandora would press flowers for you and Emmeline would draw pretty pictures of you to remind you of how beautiful you are

if they wouldn’t, I would <3