#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.

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: I like my men how I like my coffee - strong and sweet.

Even: I like my men how I like my coffee - dark, and handsome.

Barty: I like my men how I like my coffee - able to keep me up all night.

Dorcas: I like my men how I like my coffee - I don't like coffee.

Pandora *in the sweetest voice*: I like my men how I like my coffee - ground up and in my freezer.

[wereokarentwemoony]

Barty, Pandora, Peter, Mary, and Lily are left handed.

James, Remus, Regulus, Evan, Marlene, and Dorcas are all right handed.

Sirius was supposed to be left handed but his parents made him only use his right and now he’s right handed.

[traumatizedforthebit]

My Mauraders era headcannons!

Starting off strong- Ships:

• Platonic moonwater and/or fake dating to make James & Sirius jealous (and vise versa for prongsfoot)

• Bartylus was 100% a “horny teenagers figuring shit out” type of relationship, basically fwb with strong platonic love. Regulus also played a huge part in Rosekiller getting together

• Wolfstar being incredibly PDA for the bit, being obnoxiously all over each other in public, I’m talking aggressively horny & absolutely filthy, but in private being gentle & slow

• Jegulus where James never really got past the butterflies faze, being married for years and still freaking the fuck out when Reg flirts with him. Transmasc Regulus being confident/demanding and cis James absolutely melting for it

• Rosekiller but it’s needy attention whore Barty and Evan who will completely ignore him just to make him more needy, but also soft and snuggly when they want to be

• Enemies to lovers Dorlene

General character HCs:

• Trans masc reg ( @my-castles-crumbling ‘s clandestine my beloved)

• French Black brothers

• POC Rosier twins

• Tattoo artist Evan

• Tattooed af Barty

• POC James

• Peter is 100% a girls girl, incredible taste in fashion and a huge gossip

• Lily is not the Hermione 1.0 geniuses character, she’s a good student but not really outstanding

• Reg and Sirius have a healthy relationship

• Bi James

• Aroace spectrum Peter

• Chronically ill/ mobility aid user Remus

• Barty is an incredible artist (seriously if you haven’t read choke chain by amandarin_orange21 you haven’t lived)

• Literally anyone being trans masc (I’m transmasc, any transmasc character and you’ll see my feet kicking)

• Rosekiller open relationship and/or just flirting with any and everyone

• Sirius & James tell eachother absolutely everything, no matter how personal, Same with Dorcas & Reg

• Regulus, Barty, Evan Trio

• Hopeless romantic James

• Pandora is a cat person okay this is just fact

• Dorcas is the Skittles mom friend

• platonic Jilly but James is just a dumbass and Lily makes sure he doesn’t die

I definitely have more I just can’t think of them right now

Okay now just random stuff not necessarily HCs:

• Im such a sucker for a collage AU, Barty, Evan & Reg roommates

• Truth or dare type confessions oh my god yes

• surprisingly I like streamer AUs a lot where Chat is shipping them (cough cough, feel free to recommend some)

• again trans Regulus black getting the respect he deserves

• skittles being absolutely feral

• Best friends brother/ Brothers best friend Jegulus

• Roadtrip AU

• Rosekillerstarchaser or Barty/Evan/Regulus

• Study buddies moonwater

• Texting/groupchats

Okey dokey that’s all that comes to mind but prepare for more (and please ask questions I could talk about this forever)

[forthestarsx]

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

[florence-not-italy]

Hi,

I thought I'd ask you for some Dorcas Meadows headcannons as per your post!

(p.s., is it okay if this isn't anonymous? I'm just genuinely curious and I feel like I might accidentally miss your answer if I ask anonymously?)

yesss ofc it's fine it's not anon xx eek I LOVE dorcas.

- she collects pop tabs off of drink cans. not for any particular reason, just because.

- dorcas hardly ever sleeps in her bed. the other girls in her dorm aren't very nice so she just bunks up with the boys.

- barty does her braids. he'd never admit it, but he loves styling her hair.

- regulus was her lesbian realisation moment... she snogged him one fourth year party and realised NEVER AGAIN.

- she's on the slytherin quidditch team, although she doesn't even really like the sport. but it means she misses lessons biweekly to practice, so she participates anyway.

- dorcas is concerningly willing to eat inedible things. once she's drunk enough, she'll happily attempt to eat random objects in the common room.

- she blackmailed james in exchange for his help talking to marlene. she threatened to expose his relationship with regulus to sirius. if regulus ever found out, he would kill her.

- pandora was her first female kiss. it was for practice, and pandora's idea. dorcas just went along with it so she had experience if she ever got with marlene.

- she has a diary that she keeps in a hole in her mattress. evan found it once, and it was the most humbling, humiliating experience ever.

reblog with anymore headcannons!! i love this girl

[zsrntyouil]

Mary likes to make handmade gifts for her friends. She'll crochet cute clothes or little accessories for Pandora, Peter, Lily or Remus. She'll make jewlery for Dorcas, James or Evan. She bakes for Marlene, Sirius, Barty or Regulus. You'll never see her hands empty, she's always making origamis, a flower crown or a cute pin.

Her love language is gift giving and she makes it known.

[percesdead]

barty posing for his mugshot

[ajthecrayon]

4 AM thought - But do you think Barty craves skin-to-skin contact? Just pure, holding someone tenderly with their shirts off. Someone tracing gentle patterns into his skin, talking about nothing and everything with that person. Even if Barty is not a gentle person to anyone who observed him from the outside.

I think Regulus and Evan would be an exception to that. Barty has a lot going on in his life, pressure from his father mostly. Putting up a front around other Slytherins. Or even Ravenclaw if that's where you prefer to sort our boy of the hour.

Evan and Regulus don't dare comment how late at night he's climbing into their beds, shirtless. The first time it happened it was Evan. Tugging silently at his shirt. Evan first thought Barty was trying to get him out of bed for some prank... But when his eyes adjusted to the dark. He spotted the clouded look in Barty's eyes, the way his forehead wrinkled up in stress. After a few moments of Evan trying to get Barty to tell him what he wanted. "Take off your shirt." was whispered from him.

Evan really just wanted to get to sleep so he just scoffed and removed his shirt allowing Barty to climb in under the covers next to him. What he didn't expect was Barty to shove himself so deeply into his space. His nose pressed into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. Their sides pressing into each other. Barty's ribs digging into his own almost uncomfortably. It became a common occurrence after that. Typically after stressful days.

If Evan wasn't available, or feeling particularly irritable with his curtains charmed shut, Regulus became his go to. Regulus at first just about hexed the poor boy for startling him awake. But recognized the distant and pleading look in Barty's eyes, commonly seeing it in himself. He relented, allowing Barty to pull his shirt off for him. Barty held Regulus gently. A stark difference from the eager and all consuming way he placed himself in Evans arms. He was gentle. And Regulus reflected that onto him ten fold.

ANYWAY goodnight. I think about Barty a lot clearly.

[mudkip-enthusiast18]

Favorite rosekiller headcanons??

aaaaaa I’m so happy about thissss tyyyyy :DD

here’s a bunch of miscellaneous ones I was able to think of over the course of today :3 (in no particular order and a mix of modern and canon compliant and muggle and every au LMAO)

I’ve talked about this before but barty has separation anxiety and can’t sleep without holding/being held by evan

Barty’s love language is physical touch and evan’s is quality time so they’re completely inseparable they’re always together

Barty is always touching evan in some way whether it be a hug, or holding his hand, or an arm around his shoulder or waist, or resting a hand on his arm or cuddling or wtv else

They know each other inside and out and so completely they can have full conversations just looking at each other not talking

they both hate crying in front of other people and do it extremely rarely but when it’s just the 2 of them they start sobbing at literally anything super easily

evan fell first (started crushing on barty all the way back in first year) and barty fell harder (realized all at once one day in sixth year after years of feelings subconsciously piling up and had a mega crash out to dorcas about it)

Their fav dates are when they just sit in bed and cuddle and watch movies and eat snacks and yap about wtv they’re watching cause they’re both massive nerds

evan loves pineapple pizza and barty despises it and refuses to try it on principle (italian) (he’ll never ever admit it but he tried it once and actually thinks it’s the best creation in all of ever) (evan knows this and teases him about it)

They’re disgustingly affectionate and everyone hates them for it /hj

Barty’s name in evan’s phone is “pain in the ass (love of my life 💛)” and evan’s name in barty’s phone is “my angel 🖤”

They have like ten billion matching tattoos/tattoos dedicated to each other <3333

barty calls evan evie, ev, rosie, angel, sweetheart, love, darling, my love, my rose, babe, he hardly ever calls evan by his actual name, only when the topic/situation is very very serious

evan uses bartys name a lot more (and by that I mean barty and not bartemius cause I hc that Barty never EVER uses his full name cause he hates it sm and even gets it legally changed as an adult), but he also call him bee, bat, baby, darling, mon amour

they have a cat w the most outrageously complicated name ever + like 4 reptiles (a ball python, 2 crested geckos and a chameleon methinks (?))

they have a bio daughter (transmasc evan truther here!!! <3) and she’s 2 years younger than luna (and best friends w her)

way way later down the line (when their daughter is 16) they adopt 2 other kids cause barty always had a dream of adopting and/or fostering to get kids out of shitty home life situations like his

(their kids are like fully formed ocs in my brain (except for names cause I suck at naming ocs,,,,,,,) but that’s the base of my happy au family hc for them)

they live in hogsmeade cause barty teaches history of magic at hogwarts (I still can’t decide what Evan does tho probably cause I project so stupidly heavily on to him and I can’t choose a career for myself but shhhhhhhhh)

extremely self-indulgent but evan’s a massive massive Pokémon fan and has been since he was like 9 and into all the aspects (cards, games, manga, anime, etc) whearas barty never was super interested but then evan started convincing him to open packs together and barty got sucked in through the powerful forces of gambling addiction

they’re both super into art (barty likes pottery and any kind of abstraction, evan likes pencil sketching and acrylic landscapes and they both like spraypainting)

I just scrolled back up after writing that last one and holy shit that’s a lot of yapping 💀😭

i like them a super normal amount I promise (could keep going for much much much longer)

I’m gonna end it here TY AGAIN FOR ASKING <3

[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.

[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

[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

[juniorlore]

when barty was a kid, he would meticulously set up his lego so his dad would step on them, it got to the point where lego was banned from the crouch household

this 100% leads to barty being a lego adult sorry i don’t make the rules