Soap Would Use Those Neon Condoms That Glow In The Dark And Pretend His Dick Is A Lightsaber.

I'm going to pass out

Dont think y'all understand how /srs I was about making old lady yuri because they looked at each other ONE time

Imagine someone entering the room when you and Alastor Moody are making out

!! I don't own Harry Potter universe, so all credits to jkr (and fuck that terf) !!

Infos : GN reader, T rated, implicit mention of sex

My request are open!

You two were in Alastor's room at Grimmauld Place. It was the middle of the afternoon when you decided that Alastor was really good looking when reading besides you on the bed. You climbed on his thighs and put down his book.

"You look so handsome when you read..."

When you smiled and lean for a kiss, he answered with pleasure but still with a little chuckle.

"You could've let me finish my page love"

Needing to touch him, you putted a hand on his chest.

"I was too impatient for that."

You pulled him into another kiss, more intense this time. Now definitely turned on, he puts his hands on your hips to bring you closer. He was always greedy of the heat of your skin against his. You stopped the kiss only to take off your shirt. The second it was off, his hands were all over you, drowning in your soft skin. When he stopped to kiss you he immediately made up by biting and kiss your neck instead. Being sensitive here, you let out a little moan as you pressed your hips against his, in need.

During these types of make out, moody was so much focus on you that he sometimes forgot there were other people in the world. Or in the house. Who could've entered any time because he didn't had locked the room.

And that's what happened. Molly entered happily to bring your cleaned and folded laundry and let out a scream seeing you half naked and moaning on Alastor's thighs.

He immediately puts his hands around you as a way to hide you a little.

"By Merlin Molly please knock!"

"I'm-I'm sorry ! I just wanted to....!"

"I don't care ! Do do it in another room !"

Too flustered to say anything more, and maybe scared by Alastor's screams, she closed the door and ran away.

You were definitely embarrassed by the situation but you still laughed a bit.

"I don't know what traumatized Molly the most. Us, or you."

"It is not funny she could've seen..."

"But she didn't."

Seeing his worried face, you gently kissed him while stroking his hairs.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. Next time that I'll find you that handsome, I'll immediately close the door."

As these words, you won a chuckle from him. Alastor buried his face in your neck and you heard the door locking herself, certainly by a wandless spell of your lover. He kissed your neck, resuming where he stopped few minutes ago.

Guess he wasn't that mad. Or that you really had him wrapped around your finger.

In both case, you enjoyed Alastor's hands and mouth all over your body.

Moody with a reader who have self doubt leading to bad though.

!! I don't own Harry Potter and I don't support JKR !!

English isn't my first language sorry!

Thanks to @killjoylara for this idea ! I don't know if you thought of that but I still hopes that you'll like it. I deal with a lot of anxiety so sweet Moody was all I needed <3

Infos: GN reader, slight angst, kinda sad,

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Moody was a tough man. Always on guard, always on the look-out. CONSTANT VIGILANCE. That was caused by everything he went through.

He always looked after you, worried by your safety. And you knew it. But you couldn't help yourself with feeling bad these past months, even when you tried to tells you that you were such an idiot for that. You were full of doubt and anxiety. About yourself, life, other people... And it usually led to you having some bad thoughts.

Alastor knew that you were anxious, but he blamed it on the war. Until one night when you were both alone in Alastor's room at Grimmauld Place. Resting on his side, you were overthinking, again. And your lover could feel it.

"Why are you thinking of my sweet ?"

You sighed and put a hand on his chest. Your Alastor was always really aware of your moods. And you didn't know why but this night, instead of mumbling something about the war, you started to told him about everything you were doubting about and the bad thoughts that followed. And how stupid it made you feel.

You felt Alastor hand on your chin to raise your head. Your eyes meet his.

"I know how it is love. And I can guarantee you that it's not stupid. The only thing that it is, is your audacity to devalue someone I love, and to make my job for me." He caressed your cheek. "I'm the one who should be worrying. I got you, my sweet. I'll always be here to protect you."

"But I'm..."

"Perfect. As you are." He gently kissed your lips. "I wouldn't be here if you were some idiot who can't even curse. I know that you can protect yourself." He scoffed. "You even protect me when I'm too focused on protecting you."

And just like that, with his sweet words who sounded just right, a tears rolled down your cheek.

"I feel so silly... You've been through so much and I... I just feel so bad for so little..."

"And I'll be mad if I hear you saying anything bad about yourself again." He wiped away your tears. "It's gonna be tough. But it's gonna be alright. I'll help you to see yourself like I see you. Like you really are. Just like you did with me."

This night he hold you tight as you cried in his arms, whispering some sweet words to you. Your bad thoughts wouldn't go away in a few minutes. But he was here. He'll always be. And you knew that from now, making you better will be his mission everyday. You were here for each other, and it was the only thing that you both needed to continue and chase happiness.

And at last !! the baddies

Finaly they are all here !!!!!! The full recap/height chart will be ready soon :3c

ALSO ! I modified Padme's one a little (redid the portrait a bit and some other minor details), and added Sabé :)))) dw about it <3

[COMMISIONS]

[PART 1] - [PART 2] - [PART 3]

Yapping below vvv

Had a lot of fun with Palpatine's outfit !! She gets to dress dramaticaly like the rich influencial nabooian (?) woman she is (the gown is heavily inspired by a 1998 Dior dress) ! Of course after the creation of the empire she doesn't do that anymore :( evil old lady in a bathrobe didn't bother to brush her air for 20 years... Good for her ig

I must admit.... Dooku's design is the most indulgent one here, it's targeted to *me* specifically fjfkdk like this outfit (minus the cape...for now) would be something I would wear, the dracula vibes because it's christopher lee and I have no problem what so ever with the hammer draculas, the feminine tall older woman- so yeah maybe I pushed the sith vibes a bit, and gave her the shadow the hedgehog color palette... But this is one of my faves design here sue me

For Boba I redesigned the og trilogy look a little bit, by taking some elements from disney's design and adding a bit of my own flaire to it :) and giving her a *big gun*

And for the first time..... You can trully appreciate how tiny Boba is jdndk big gun for tiny butch

Vader is just Vader- what do you want from me this is one of the best designs ever created djdk I'm not changing anything here (but this *is* one of the best Vader I ever drew jfkdkd don't know what I did different but he looks great !)

And Sabé is here now !! nothing to do with the fact I stumbled upon the Sabédala ship and it has occupied my mind ever since jfkfj Anyway ! Had a lot of fun with the flame dress (I know it doesn't contrast well with Padmé's, but I really wanted to do this one :(( the over handmaiden's outfits weren't as iconic imo)

PS : link to a post explaining why Vader uses he/him and Anakin she/her

Now you're just somebody that I used to know... 💔

WHAT I'LL WRITE

My request are open! Please ask me to make something

I'll write:

Imagine, headcanons, nsfw, sfw,...

I'll not write :

-18/+18, incest

I'll write for :

- Harry Potter : Alastor Moody (Maybe Snape, Lucius Malefoy and Narcissa but you can ask other one too)

- Star Wars : count Dooku, general alliegiant Pryde, Ventress, Qui-Gon, Hondo, bad batch (omega only in platonic), Mace Windu, Plo Koon, Kit Fisto, Thrawn

- Inside job: Glenn, Myc, Andre, JR, AB

- Toriko: Zebra, Sunny, Coco (you can ask for others characters ^^)

I'll surely add more stuff !

Anakin: I have no fears.

Rex: One day, Ahsoka may be taller than you

Anakin: I have one fear

Too Good to Be True

“Mad-Eye” Moody was lying in bed, his body fully relaxed, same as his mind. His only eye leisurely wandered the walls of the room, dimly lit by the light of a new day breaking through the curtains, while his thoughts drifted further. He wondered if all this could turn out to be just a dream? After all, can a person feel so happy outside of a dream? And if this wasn’t a dream, how on Earth then did he deserve to draw such a lucky ticket?

He ran his hand over the creased sheets on the other side of the bed and smiled, listening to the quiet splashing of water coming from the bathroom.

He no longer felt lonely. Since the moment he met her, she had never let him feel lonely again. She accepted him with all his scars and rough edges, with all his oddities and weird traits, and - as she insisted - with numerous virtues. Although Moody thought she was exaggerating, he chose not to dissuade her. The tenderness her eyes emitted as she listed his strong points, trying to prove there were plenty of reasons to love him, disarmed him. If she wanted to consider him a hero, so be it.

The door creaked open, and a neat silhouette of a woman appeared in the semi-darkness. She seemed even more slender in his large shirt that she borrowed. The old Auror’s heart raced. Still a little rumpled after sleep, with crumpled curls carelessly sticking out of the mane of her hair, she didn’t need to look flawless for him to consider her a goddess.

She gave him a gentle smile, so familiar, intended only for him, and he returned it gratefully. They needed no words to tell how much they loved each other - their looks, gestures and touches spoke for them.

With a soft fluttering of affection spreading in his chest, Moody watched her approach the window. She drew the curtains open to let some light in, and, leaning on the windowsill, as she usually did, took a moment to look out on the street.

When she turned around, her face lit up with a wide smile.

“How’s the weather?” he stretched out his hand, inviting her back into his embrace. “Seems fine.”

“It’s perfect!”

With a playful smirk she stepped over his wooden leg - only Merlin knows how it ended up in that corner after the previous night - and returned to bed. She crawled under the blanket, and sank into the hold of a man. He stroked her shoulder, that was left uncovered, and pulled the blanket up, squeezing her tighter. She snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and absorbing the warmth of his body. She had never known a safer place than the grasp of his strong arms.

“I feel so good with you, Alastor,” she whispered.

It would never stop astounding him, how it had happened, but he knew she meant it.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he whispered back, planting a kiss on her forehead.

She looked up at him. Without that magical eye his features seemed so much softer. She reached out to caress his face, streaked with cobwebs of wrinkles and scars, but still attractive to her eyes, and he caught his breath at the tenderness of her touch. She was proud to have the privilege of seeing him in a plain and honest way - caring, delicate, sensitive. The warmth of his glance wrenched something inside of her - every time - and she felt the urge to assure him how much he was needed, how much he was loved - over and over again. She smiled fondly and leaned closer. Her lips covered his with sincerity and devotion, and he responded eagerly, just as tender, savoring her taste, her warmth, her love.

The longer it lasted, the more they needed. The sparks of passion twirling in intermingled flows of their hot breathing kept flaring with growing intensity.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit the window with a loud clatter. They both flinched.

“So, the weather’s perfect?” Moody rasped suspiciously, displeased it made them break apart.

“It is,” she grinned, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Perfect for staying in bed the whole day!” She rolled over onto her back, drawing him along.

He laughed, doing justice to her successful attempt to outwit him.

“And what do we do then?” quite aware of her answer, he asked suggestively, looming over her.

Her arms wrapped around his nape, she pulled him closer, forcing him to press her to bed with the weight of his body. “Proceed with what we started last night?”

“I thought we left no unfinished business,” he whispered teasingly into her ear, slowly covering her neck with soft kisses, and she let out a sigh of enjoyment.

Fingers tangled into his hair, she held him close, guiding him up to face her. “You sure?”

“Well, I guess, there might be a few more different ways to do this,” he mumbled into her mouth before their lips merged together.

His grip tightened, and she gasped in desperate anticipation.

If this was a dream, “Mad-Eye” Moody wished he would never wake up.

price: i think you have PTSD

ghost: yeah i have PTSD

ghost: Proficient Talent for Sucking Di-

price: we ALSO need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism