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Fighting the urge to write a marauders era Barty Crouch Jr x reader instead of finishing my already half written fics and I'm losing
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Fighting the urge to write a marauders era Barty Crouch Jr x reader instead of finishing my already half written fics and I'm losing
Camboy!Barty & camgirl!reader was filthy rich and freshly graduated students with nothing to do but fuck and smoke weed all day and stumble upon a porn site..
Camboy!Barty & camgirl!reader started their first video by fucking on the cold marble table in a 5 star hotel in France, you were bent over the cold stone table as he pounds into you from the back, the tattoo of your backspine was all exposed. The words 'property in use.' he would grip you by the neck. Soon it went number 1 on the site.
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: I'm jerking off to this everyday
: holy shit that's hot
: A power couple sex makes me so horny
Camboy!Barty & camgirl!reader fucking after you wore a cute sheer babydoll baby blue dress for him.. on the soft white bed, you sat in his lap as he thrusted up into you.. your head thrown back onto his shoulder as his teeth bites into your shoulder.. as the filthy sound of skin slapping fills through the camera..
The video was called the infamous babydoll blue dress girl.
Camboy!Barty & camgirl!reader fucking on the window, your tits pressed against the window as the muffled moans echoes through the room, his hands stroking your tummy and rubbing your clit as he fucks into you from the back till he cums into you, full and bred.
Camboy!barty & camgirl!reader teasing each other on camera, you sucking on his thumb as his knee pushed into your clit.
Camboy!barty & camgirl!reader size difference is so well loved, barty would use it to his advantage! After he creams into your cunt he would show the camera to show off his proud work.. spread your pussy out for the camera as you squeeze the globs of cum out of your cunt.. before his fingers fucks the cum back into you again.
Camboy!barty & camgirl!reader doing requests on live, 50 dollar tip for nipple play or 30 tips for your pretty face on the camera while you licked his cock.
zvrswan ──── all works are written by me. Please do not feed my work to ai.
Tags: @proudravenclawbird <3
I suddenly had the need to write a Barty Crouch Jr x OC slow burn fanfic (mind you, i haven’t wrote a fic since like 5 years ago) so if anyone wants to read what i’ve come up with so far and give me their opinions pleaseeee let me know…
I want it to like cannon compliant (except he doesn’t die bc i don’t like sad endings) and like historically accurate (but idk anything about Uk in the 70s other than clothing lmao)
bye
edit: anyway i posted it on wattpad bc im old school let me know what you think https://www.wattpad.com/story/412353104?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=dlestrangee
"She understood him, she did. Better than anyone ever could. She just failed to understand that some people have to choose to save themselve
Now playing ! ──── nobody's son by Sabrina Carpenter.
Pairings: Barty Crouch Jr x Man's best friend!reader
Mentions: slapping, smug ahh Barty, this is Barty hate
Word count: I'm too lazy to count but it's very short
Masterlist.
i need to read and write a barty crouch jr fic immediately.
a lesson in proper behavior
Poly!Rosekiller x afab!reader
cw: spanking, d/s dynamics, dom!evan, switch!barty, sub!reader, soft bondage, daddy kink for Evan, they/them pronouns for reader, no y/n, reader wears a skirt, barty lifts reader over his shoulder, reader can physically blush, petnames, half-edited lowkey lol
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"Poppet." Though less severe in octave, Evan's voice slices knives through the previous silence in the room.
You're stood closest to the bedroom door, arms crossed over your chest in defense where it rises and falls in small fits as you huff. A fixed glare at the men stood before you.
Barty watches you with a lazy grin, though his eyes sparkle dark with an emotion that has your stomach twisting up in heated knots.
"I'm going to give you one more chance to use that smart little mouth of yours to change up your tone," Evan says. Though he's not raising his voice, his stony expression and tense stance tell you all you need to know about how displeased he is with you.
You've had an attitude all morning. Trying to refuse breakfast and scoffing in a rather annoyed state at just about anything that came out of your boyfriend's mouths. While Barty found it endlessly amusing and took it upon himself to wind you up further, Evan had little patience for your cheek. He had tried to brush it off quite a few times, which is a surprise in itself, until he attempted to get you out of your seat so he could go help you get dressed like he did every morning. You snapped at him rather fiercely, smacking his hands away and telling him to leave you the fuck alone.
His eyes had flashed dark and in an instant he yanked you up and dragged your stumbling body through the halls and up the stairs to the bedroom, Barty on your tail watching rather delighted as you struggled against Evan's strength.
And that's brought you to your position now, glaring unkindly at your boyfriends and trying to ignore the burst of heat coiling in your stomach at the knowledge of your impending punishment.
Evan gives you a chance to apologize, and you certainly don't take it. Once you've encompassed yourself in one of these bratty little moods there is little that can be done to pull you out of your haze that doesn't involve physical consequences.
"I don't have anything to apologize for." You hiss, straightening up your posture and lifting your chin in a haughty manner.
Evan's jaw ticks and your pulse jumps when you see him unbutton his cuffs, pushing the white fabric up his forearms. "Junior," he says, catching the maniacal boy's attention and capturing him in a silent conversation.
A split second later Barty's smirk widens and he turns back towards you, stalking up to your form like a cat that's set his eye on a rather tasty little mouse. He opens his arms wide as he creeps towards you, ducking his head and starting to coo at you similar to one drawing a frisky little kitty out from their hiding place.
"It's alright, treasure. Why don't you come here, hmm?" Barty purrs.
Your gaze quickly darts between Barty and Evan, a nervous energy bubbling up inside of you when it finally dawns that you're really in for it. Your foot shuffles back but Barty's faster, lunging for you in a quick step and snatching your body up into his arms. You let out a shocked gasp when your suddenly flung over his shoulder. Head spinning from the quick manhandling, Barty walks you towards Evan and unceremoniously dumps your limp body onto the mattress with a soft thud.
You hastily scramble to sit up, heart thudding in your chest when you catch sight of both men towering over you at the foot of the bed. Evan steps closer to you, pressing his hands to his knees to meet your eye level. It's a patronizing display.
When he catches onto your nervousness he finally smiles, and its certainly not nice. His lips pull up into a mean grin, deep eyes lined with cruel enjoyment.
"Where's all that bite, pet?" he coos, tilting his head. "C'mon now.”
You but the inside of your cheek hard. “Daddy—“ you start to attempt an apology but are quickly stopped when Evan lets out an empty laugh.
“Oh, no. Don’t even start,” he cuts you off.
Your voice gets caught in your throat and you look to Barty for help. Sometimes he’ll come to your rescue, wrapping you up in his arms and cooing your innocence to Evan. But the dark amusement lingering on his lips lets you know he’s most definitely not in that kind of mood today.
“Awe, baby,” Barty croons, something evil cooking up behind his eyes. He turns to Evan. “I think the silk ties would do them good. What do you think, Rosie?” He asks casually.
Your stomach plummets, mouth parting to protest but your throat fills with cotton.
Evan hums in agreement, passing behind Barty with a quick squeeze to the shorter mans shoulder, before he ventures to the dreaded chest of drawers.
Distracted by the sight of Evan picking out a few silk ties, you’re caught off guard when Barry grabs your legs and tugs you down the mattress, forcing you onto your back. His hands slip under your thighs and he pushes your knees to your ears in a way that has you gasping and flushing with embarrassment.
He holds the back of your knees in one ringed hand while he surveys the mess between your thighs with a maniacal grin. Your underwear is sticky with arousal.
"Knew it." He gloats. "Rosie you gotta get a look at this."
As Evan walks over you cover your face, feeling flushed and embarrassed to be found out. You feel a colder hand grab under the back of your right knee and push it open and you can feel Evan’s gaze looking over your mess. You keep your face hidden under your palms all the while. Until strong thumb rubs up the length of your covered slit and your hips jolt down.
After a moment he lets go and taps your knee. “You remember your alerts?” And then when you nod your head, “Hands, pet.”
With a shaky breath you lift your hands from your face, blinking up wearily. You sheepishly lift your wrists towards Evan, pushing them together at the pulse and sending him a pleading look.
While Barty coos and kisses your knee, unable to resist his affections for your sweet nervous face, Evan doesn't spare you any sympathy. He firmly takes hold of your wrists and expertly knots them together with emerald green silk.
Your eyes dart between Barty's sweet expression and then to Evan's impassive face. "I'm sorry..." you whisper.
He raises an unimpressed brow. "Is that so? Finally feeling sorry now that the consequences are settling in, hmm? Well it's just quite unfortunate for you that I haven't an ounce of belief that you mean it yet." He grabs your bound wrists and with a suprising show of strength, pulls you up to stand. You stumble uneasily, trying to catch your footing on the hardwood floor but you're not standing for long. Evan sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you right back down over his lap, stomach splayed over his thighs and ass propped up on his knee.
You gasp, tummy turning in that rush of adrenaline as your head falls into Barty's awaiting lap, the boy conveniently perched right next to Evan. Your wrists lay over the front of Evan's thigh, dangling helplessly towards the ground.
The blonde haired boy slips a hand under your skirt and pushes it up over your lower back, your flimsy little panties the only protection. That is until his fingers hook into the waistband and drag them down to your knees. Your hips twitch as the gust of cool air licking at your glossy cunt.
You dig your flushed cheek into Barty's thigh and he dutifully threads a hand through your hair to scratch gently at your scalp. It soothes you just a bit, but all sense of calm is quickly gone when Evan's palm rubs over your ass.
"You should know the drill by now, poppet. If you’ve got something to say, then say it. And then we'll hear your proper apology after. Don't get forget your manners.”
An achiness tugs behind your navel and you breath heavy against Barty's leg. "I uhm- I'm so sorry, Daddy. A— And Bee. I was being disrespectful for no reason--"
"--You were being a brat," Barty cuts in.
The tips of your ears go hot. "I was being a brat," You revise with a thick swallow. " A-And I want to show you how sorry I am..."
Its silent for a moment as Evan smoothes is palm over your ass.
"Stuttering, pet. You know better." He sighs.
You squeeze your eyes shut tight, humiliated at his less than pleased response and bracing for the dreaded impact of his heavy hand. You know this is supposed to be a punishment, but the erotic nature of your position and the treatment of your boys you just can’t help it. You subtly squeeze your thighs together, cunt pulsing as you await.
“Ten to start.”
Your only warning before his open palm cracks down on the fatty flesh of your right asscheek. You let out a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as the burn settles.
Meticulous with everything he does, Evan takes his sweet time peppering rough spanks over your bottom. His palm flat and swatting incessantly as your skin tingles hot.
You pant into Barty’s leg, open-mouthed and struggling to keep from squeaking with every hit. Evan doesn’t appreciate excessive whining during a spanking and you’re really not trying to make it worse on yourself and raise his displeasure with you.
It makes it even harder that the impact of his hand has your cunt pulsing with every spank, fighting against the twitch of your hips as your pussy drools for attention. Wet dribbles down your thigh.
Barty messages his fingers into your nape. “Shh, baby. Be good for your Daddy, hmm?” He reminds you, voice soft but lined with enjoyment.
Tears prickle behind your eyes, heat rising in your sinuses as Evan nears the tenth spank. The burn is starting to become too hot, and your hips shift out of your control. Barty swipes his thumb under your eyes, collecting a stray droplet and rubbing it into your flushed cheek. He looks like he’s resisting the urge to lean down and lick it clean.
Evan presses his hand to your lower back, instantly stilling you. “You’re almost done, precious. Don’t start with it now,” he murmurs. The impact gets rougher as he aims that last few to your sit spots, right at the junction between your ass and thigh.
Fuck that’s gonna hurt tomorrow.
By the tenth spank you finally choke out a sob, slumping weakly against your two boyfriend’s thighs.
“Oh, good job, sweet treasure,” Barty coos.
Your body trembles, sweet sniffles sounding out in the room as the adrenaline your body starts to settle. You feel Evan’s palm gently rub over your tender skin. It certainly doesn’t help to ease the pain.
“You did very well, babydoll,” Evan murmurs. He rubs your bottom for a few more moments to make sure that sting really sets in before he finally gives you reprieve. He then smooths his palm up your spine in soothing strokes, letting you ride out your bubbling sobs.
Both boys are attentive to giving you physical affection while you calm down.
“You feeling alright, precious?” Evan asks, his voice much softer than his stern tone from before.
You nod. “Yeah, better.”
“Alright. Let’s stand up then, I want to hear your apology.”
Barty grabs you by the waist and aids you seemingly as you can’t push yourself up with your hands tied. You wobble slightly as you move to stand in front of the boys, teary-eyed and snotty.
Evan tsks, summoning a handkerchief from the side table to wipe up your nose. “Blow,” he says.
Once you’re cleaned up a bit Evan pulls you in closer, his eyebrow raised and expression expectant. Barty smiles at you encouragingly.
You take a deep breath, eyes darting equally between both of your boyfriends and looking awfully remorseful. “I-I’m sorry. For behaving so poorly earlier. I was being a brat for- for no reason and I wasn’t listening to either of you like should have.”
Evan smooths his hands up and down your waist. “And why were you acting out so poorly, hm?”
There it is. He’s caught you.
You feel your face burn. “Well I… I suppose I just… wanted attention.”
His eyes glimmer with amusement accompanied by an uptick of his mouth. “Oh, is that all? You were feeling like we weren’t giving you enough attention?”
Barty laughs.
You evade their gaze, feeling embarrassed. When he says it like that it sounds silly.
You huff softly. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Alright, precious. How about a little cuddle then, hm? I think that’ll do the trick,” Evan murmurs as he moves to untie the silk form your wrists. He raises them to his mouth and kisses each respectively, then directing them over to Barty so he can do the same.
“Oh, yes, what a splendid idea, Rosie!” And barty practically jumps to scoop you up and pull you into their laps.
You giggle softly, feeling a lovely warmth in your chest as they rub their hands over you and kiss at your face.
You’d never admit to Evan, but maybe a punishment every now and then is worth it if it gets them doting on you sweetly like this.
Barty x Reader
Just a little blurb i wrote. like 400 words i think.
The Slytherins were definitely ones for trouble, all the way. But nobody can saw they were that surprised when the A/C went out with a misfired hex. Even so, when it did, people weren’t prepared to sweat every time they came to the dorms or to the common room. People were already trying to find rooms to stay in, with their partners or friends from other houses so they weren’t subject to the heat. Unfortunately for you, You and your boyfriend are both slytherins, and he refuses to sleep anywhere but his own bed. ANd of course, he also insists he can’t sleep without you.
Usually that sentiment would earn him a laugh and maybe a kiss or two, but right now you were sweating so badly under his massive body and blankets. He doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, already drifting asleep with his head buried against your stomach.
“Barty, I love you but for the sake of our relationship get off me before I melt.” you whine, pushing him off you and sitting up, he frowns. And his sleepy state makes him more adorable, so when he gives you huge puppy eyes you just have to lay back down. For a while he just watches you, seemingly testing whether you’ll get back up again before he opts to hold your hand.
Despite everything, this was a rather good compromise. Barty never liked the thought of someone being close enough to touch and not doing so. He hates the thought of loving someone but never showing it, and the best way he learned how was to touch you reverently. To slow himself down and truly adore you the way he should.
Sure, you were still a little sweaty, and you had to get up and pull your hair back because it was sticking to your skin, but his hand slipped right back into yours as soon as you came back. And you liked knowing he was aware of when you came or left, you liked knowing he saw when you were uncomfortable and was willing to compromise. Ultimately you loved him. And that was enough for you to eventually pull him back into your side.
He grinned against your skin, laying one arm around you loosely which you were grateful for. “Knew you couldn’t stay away from me.” before falling back into a deep sleep. Loving the woman in his arms the best way he knew how.
Idk if they have a/c's at hogwarts, but for the purpose of this fic they do.
Taking reqs!!
(border I made, I did not intend to copy anyone so I apologize if this looks similar to anyone else's, I'll change it if it is)
tattoo artist!Barty Crouch jr⋆˚.༄
𓆝 .˚⋆ always carries a notebook with him, because he never knows when inspiration strikes. He also just wants an excuse to not contribute to some convorsations (when Regulus and Dorcas start debating about the meaning of some book)
𓆟.˚⋆ he doesn't have a set style. I think he does a lot of cyber sigilsm and blackwork, but also dabbles in abstract and lettering, maybe even some cartoo style. Never touches realism though, his ego definetly tells him he could do it, but it's too boring for him. He just doesn't get the appeal.
𓆞.˚⋆ gives you all of your tattoos and piercings (if you want some obvi) and reguraly tries to convince you to give him a tattoo aswell. He does not care that you have no idea what the right depth or angle or whatever is, he just wants his girls name or initial on him, written by his girl.