The Scent Of You

- You look like a good Vi 🥊

INSIDE JOB : THE SEQUEL

HI YALL!!!!! I FINALLY FINISHED THE POSTER OF THIS BIG AND PASSIONATE PROJECT OF MINE

poster reveal below !!

( original show created by Shion Takeuchi )

It'd be sososo appreciated if you shared this poster with people you know would like it/inside job fans,, repost it in another socials (if you have ♡) or just tell em about this possible new show so it can reach more people and audience!!

Thank you so much for all the likes,, and support to my posts related to the project. Like,, I don't even have words for how much that means to me. The action of just liking,, commenting or reblogging literally makes my day. And knowing that people cares and is interested about is just so worth it. . .

I can't thank yall enough,, so I hope this show is all worth the effort and love. Thank you once again for everything,, and we'll meet again very soon. Bye !!

Merle x Reader

Merle: I ain’t worth that

Me: To me you’re worth everything

Merle: You don’t know the shit I’ve done. You could do better than me. Easily

Me: But I want you

Merle turns to look at you, bewildered. How could someone as sweet as you want a man like him?

Merle: Why? I don’t understand

Me: You have a kind heart but you hide behind your vulgar jokes and snide remarks. It’s just a shield. You want to be able to open up but every time you have you’ve been hurt and now you reject the mere idea of it. But I want to show you I’m not going anywhere. That, actually, I love you

Merle: Don’t say that. Don’t give me hope

Me: You’re allowed to feel. Let me in. Let me love you

Merle: …what if you meet someone better?

Me: Better? How? You know…I wouldn’t even be thinking like that. Not anymore. Not after falling in love with you. It’s only you, Merle

Merle: …I’m scared

Me: I know. Me too

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.

MASTERLIST

Here you'll find every thing that I've writted !

All my fandoms/rules

Star Wars:

Enric Pryde :

Imagine Pryde catching feelings for his assistant

Dooku :

NSFW alphabet

Imagine Count Dooku being your sugar daddy

Mace Windu :

NSFW ALPHABET (Jedi reader)

Harry Potter:

Alastor Moody:

Imagine Alastor Moody realizing that you have feelings for him (and finally accepting them)

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

Imagine having a date with Alastor Moody

Moody with a reader who have self doubts leading to bad thoughts

NSFW alphabet

Imagine giving a head to Alastor Moody

SFW alphabet

Imagine telling Alastor Moody that you can't have children

Alastor Moody x reader who have piercings and/or tattoos

Random Alastor Moody NSFW headcanons

Married life with Alastor Moody would include

Imagine Alastor Moody proposing in front of a crowd

Moody's reaction to a drunk, flirty and touchy reader

Lord of the rings/The hobbit:

Saruman :

Imagine Saruman being jealous

The Walking Dead :

Merle :

Fluff relationship headcanons

Spiderman :

Hobie :

Drabble : 3am

I'd eat her out like she ate this lobster in season 1

lock me in a room with her, and i’ll show piltover and zaun a real incident 😼

“Can mutuals DM you?” Buddy I’d let them cum in my mouth

Lollipop 🍓

You feel eyes burn into you and look up. You pull the lollipop from your lips.

“You good there?” You say with a smirk.

Daryl clears his throat and bows his head back to his crossbow. He just tuts in response.

“Don’t act like you weren’t just staring.” Your eyes bore into his head, prompting him to give you a real answer.

“I wasn’t.” He says, still not looking at you.

“Sure.” You drag the word out and turn back to your book. You stick your tongue out and gently place the lollipop on it, licking it slowly. The feeling of being watched comes back and you do your best not to smile. You put the lollipop back in your mouth and drag it out again so it makes a popping noise.

“See something you like, Dixon?” You turn to him and smirk. He’s visibly blushing this time.

He doesn’t respond though this time, as he avoids your eye.

You close your book, getting up and stand in front of him. He looks up at you, bewilderment on his face. His eyes dart from smirking, pink-stained lollipop lips, to your eyes and back again.

“Whacha doin’?” He tries to lean back but he’s already pressed against the wall.

Without a word, you pull the lollipop out of your mouth again, dragging it down your tongue before popping back into your mouth. You let your lips slowly pucker when you pull it back out.

“Me? I’m just sucking on this lollipop.” You say innocently.

“I see tha’.” He replies, nervously. “Why you doin’ it in ma face?”

“‘Cause I can feel your eyes burning into me. Honey, I can show you what else this mouth does.” You wink.

He blushes. “What? I…” He fumbles over his words. “Stop.”

“Then stop staring. You’re like a horny teenage boy.” You tease. “It’s quite adorable actually.”

“Shut up.” He looks away again, trying to refocus on his bow but his fingers fumble.

You reach out and tilt his chin up. His eyes immediately find yours and they’re soft this time, making you melt a little inside. You reach forward, placing a slightly sticky kiss on his stubbly cheek. His skin feels hot and rough against your lips, addictive.

You whisper in his ear. “Offer still stands, by the way. Think about it. I know I will.”

You pull away as his hand comes up to his face. “Wha…” his voice trails off. You wink and walk back to your book, as if nothing has happened.

Merle Dixon & his hands