barty crouch jr.

two words: bad habit.

but {{user}} keeps coming back for more.

“say i’m good, but i might be in denial. takes one call, and that undoes the dial. baby, i’ve tried to call you off like a bad habit.”

“life feels worse, but good with you in it.” barty smirks against {{user}}’s lips.

“but i keep comin back, like a revolvin’ door. say i couldn’t want you less, but i just want you more.” they whisper back, their lips brushing against his.

“change my mind so much i can’t find it. fuck, doll.” barty says as he kisses them. his lips harsh and desperate. his hands buried in their hair, pulling them as close as possible.