tickletrout asked: I feel cheeky asking for another. It's OK if you have enough prompts... But any chance of a mad eye moody/ reader and footrub? Cheers :-) Words: 408 Characters/Ship: Alastor Moody/Reader (played by Rosie Rhodendra, my own OC) Rating: HMMM Hard T? Nothing really happens but there's some suggestive language.

"Why don't you ever let me take care of you?"

You were pouting, quite unabashedly, as you stretched yourself against his flank, your soft, plush curves pressing into his gnarled side as he clumsily threw an arm around you. Neither of his eyes were looking at you in clear avoidance of the question, and you sighed as you settled your head against his shoulder, tracing the scars on his bare chest and belly with your fingers.

"I don't need to be taken care of," he grumbled finally, and you were a bit surprised that he'd even answered. He was still steadfastly avoiding your gaze, and you narrowed your eyes in exasperation.

"Everyone needs to be taken care of sometimes," you murmured, splaying your fingers against his warm skin. "And get your mind out of the gutter, 'cause that's not what I mean." You glanced up at him just in time to see him shut his mouth, and you giggled at his transparency. But your mirth turned to frustration as you rolled over slightly, placing your chin on his chest so you could look up at him. He was still staring at the ceiling, but he was also running his fingers through your short caramel curls, so at least he was paying attention.

"You do so much," you sighed, turning your head so you could hear his heartbeat only inches under your ear. "You work so hard and get so little in return." You press your lips against his scarred chest, whispering into it. "You deserve a little pampering."

At this he snorted, rolling both of his eyes, one of them spinning wildly out of control. "Pampering?" he barked. "I don't want to be mollycoddled, Rose. What does that even entail? Breakfast in bed? Soothing foot massage?"

There was a pause, and you had to bite your bottom lip to keep from bursting into a fit of giggles. He caught your struggle however, and raised his one remaining brow in question. You couldn't resist, you let out a soft titter. "Well… I mean… It's not like that would be a chore… since you've only got the one left."

His normal eye widened, and you buried your face in his chest with a squeal of shame. But then he was chuckling too, you could feel it through his ribs, in the way he wrapped both of his arms around you and pulled you up to him. "You cheeky little thing…"