#barty x sirius

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

sirius smokes cigarettes and makes fun of barty cos he vapes. they fuck about it

multiple times

[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.”

[decaffeinatedpaperobject]

i say jegulus-wolfstar to moonwater-prongsfoot, and now i raise you bartylus-wolfstar to moonwater-bitchkiller

[del-stars]

thinking about post-prank bitchkiller again ugh. thinking about how barty would see it before sirius does: that this is just a phase for him, something he's going through - that once sirius' friends accept him back, he isn't going to talk to barty anymore, he isn't going to want to fuck in empty classrooms where they could get caught anymore, he isn't going to want to fly drunk on his broom or experiment with potions to see how fucked up they can get anymore. sirius' increasingly violent self-destructiveness is the product of a temporary circumstance, nothing more. but this is barty's life, this is the way he's always been, and he has been tricked into thinking he found someone who understood it. that is humiliating. he can see this even when sirius can't, and so he begins to resent sirius, all while clinging more and more desperately onto him because he knows it's fleeting. it's going to end - sirius is going to go back to a more normal and much healthier version of himself, and barty is going to be stuck like this, forever. the only thing he can do is try to yank sirius so far down that he doesn't remember how to climb back up.

[c4mrynp]

I've come to the conclusion that no matter what ship (as long as its gay) Sirius likes his men tall.

[ecstarry]

"The Hunt" barty x monty x sirius

for @del-stars @moon-seas @velanavis & @star4daisy

“You pick.” Barty had been nursing the same glass for an hour. He was bored, horny, and at this point, desperate. It wasn’t even about finding someone to suck him off—he craved everything that came before that. He got off on the rush of the hunt.

Barty was a fucking town bicycle—everyone got a ride. He was a whore, but as soon as he’d burned through an entire bar’s clientele, the novelty wore off, and he’d find a new pool of people to entertain him.

Which had brought him here. A shitty bar with a hot bartender who, no matter how much Barty batted his eyelashes, wouldn’t so much as smirk.

“Why do you want me to pick? I’m not the one fucking them,” Sirius said, laughing.

Barty’s curiosity piqued. He leaned against the counter, meeting Sirius’ gaze. “I want to know who your type is.”

“Why?”

“Indulge me.”

“Fine.” Sirius put down the last glass he’d been cleaning and cracked open a beer for himself. “I like them older.”

Barty pointed at a guy who seemed to be in his mid-thirties.

“Come on, Barty.” Sirius took a sip of his drink.

“I mean actually older. Like ‘they know how to make you come quickly because they get tired after ten minutes of fucking you’ older.” Sirius’ pupils dilated as his gaze locked on someone across the bar.

A man—easily pushing fifty—emerged from the bathroom. He was tall, his button-down slightly unbuttoned to reveal a hint of collarbone and a gold necklace. Barty scanned him, taking particular interest in his hands. No wedding ring. A shame—Barty had a thing for corrupting married men.

“Okay,” Barty said with a grin.

“I don’t even know if he’s gay.”

Barty shot Sirius a mocking look.

“Fine. Of course, he’s gay,” Sirius muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the man. “But he’s not interested.”

Barty slid off his seat and walked toward the man, settling on the stool next to him.

“Buy me a drink,” Barty said, pushing his empty glass forward.

“I’m gonna need to see some ID, kid.”

Obedient as ever, Barty pulled out his ID, licked the back of the card, and pressed it to his forehead. He could feel Sirius’ heavy gaze from across the room—no doubt blushing, and under those loose jeans, probably sporting a growing bulge.

“Nice picture—” The man leaned in slightly, squinting at the card. “—Bartemius.”

“Barty,” he corrected.

“Junior,” the man added. “I’m Fleamont.”

“You know another one?”

Fleamont smirked. “Something like that.” He finished the last of his drink in one swallow. “What are you drinking, Barty?”

“Whatever the pretty boy over there wants,” Barty said, gesturing toward Sirius, who hadn’t taken his eyes off them for a second.

A glint sparked in Fleamont’s eye as he glanced at Sirius, clearly clocking how pink his cheeks had turned under the attention.

“What are we having?” Fleamont asked.

Sirius grabbed his drink and poured it down the sink. “I’m on the clock. I can’t drink.”

Fleamont smirked. “Good boy.”

As if summoned, Sirius began walking toward them. Barty was still horny and fucking desperate—but now, he wasn’t bored.

The rest of the night blurred into a haze. The last customers left, leaving just the three of them. Sirius was no longer behind the bar but sitting beside Barty.

“I think we should play spin the bottle,” Barty said. The suggestion earned a loud laugh from Fleamont and a sharp glare from Sirius.

“I know you’re probably someone’s daddy and have no idea how the game works, so let me show you.”

Barty spun the bottle. Without waiting for it to stop, he turned and yanked Sirius’ shirt, pulling their lips together. Sirius moaned into the kiss. His lips were soft, and Barty wanted to bite them, to open him up. Sirius’ hands slid to Barty’s thighs, gripping tightly. The more Barty pulled back, the closer Sirius leaned in, his mouth chasing him.

Barty tugged on Sirius’ hair, guiding his mouth to his neck. Fleamont’s dark eyes gleamed with lust as he watched. Sirius lost himself, shifting closer and closer until he was practically seated on Barty’s lap.

With one hand, Barty pulled Fleamont toward the other side of his neck. Slowly, he dropped his head back, letting their tongues, teeth, and hands explore him—and each other.

The high of the hunt was intoxicating, but sometimes, the prey tasted just as sweet.

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

Marauders incorrect quotes

Barty: you know, I blame james for all this

Barty: and sirius too. I blame him

Sirius: what did I do?

Barty: I’m sure you did something

[le-suspect]

barty is thrown into the cell next to sirius'. they both hate this and appreciate the irony of finding themselves ending up in the same place as the person they despised for years. they spend the first week arguing and insulting and screaming at each other.

and then one particular bad night barty wakes up from a nightmare and found sirius talking to the regulus star. next things you know they're sharing stories about regulus, sirius from when they were children, and barty from when they were teenage boys at hogwarts.

they end up bonding over the person they both love and their grief. they both appreciate the irony in their only source of comfort being the person they despised for years.

[siriusblackdevotee]

Barty<- ->Sirius

[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.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

I NEED someone to write barty with a split tongue

for kinktober for fun for fluff with regulus with Evan with reader with Treasure with Lily with Remus with James with Sirius With Bella

I don’t care but I need it right now or I’ll die

[del-stars]

every time i see that someone ships barty x sirius it’s like ohhhh okay so ur really cunty. ur like a hot bitch who serves cunt all the time. love that

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

barty crouch jr you nasty bitch you wanted to fuck both black brothers at the same time whore !!!!!!!!!!!!

[lady-stardust-sirius]

Loving my jewellery I may or may not have stolen barty’s shirt

[forensic-b1tch-aiden]

What in the BitchKiller?

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

hear me out:

if it's barty x evan or barty x regulus then barty's in ravenclaw (canon)

if it's barty x sirius then barty's in slytherin