#alec hardy x reader

[owen-writes]

Trivial Matters

Alec Hardy x Male Reader

You shifted uncomfortably in the cold metal chair, the sterile room feeling oppressive. The detective across from you scrutinized a seemingly innocuous document, his eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours. You had been pulled into the station for what felt like a trivial matter, but the atmosphere hinted at something more.

As the questioning continued, the door swung open abruptly, revealing DI Alec Hardy, his stern expression conveying both frustration and concern. His blue eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of disbelief and protectiveness evident.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alec's voice cut through the room, sharp and demanding attention.

The detective interviewing you glanced up, seemingly caught off guard by Alec's sudden entrance. "DI Hardy, we're in the middle of—"

"I don't care. This is my husband," Alec asserted, his gaze unwavering as he stepped further into the room. "What are you accusing him of?"

The detective cleared his throat, attempting to regain control. "We're just following procedure, DI Hardy. Your husband is a person of interest in an ongoing investigation."

Alec's jaw clenched, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Person of interest? For what? What evidence do you have?"

The detective hesitated, exchanging a glance with his colleague. "There's been a misunderstanding. We'll sort this out."

Your heart raced as Alec took a protective stance beside you, a silent promise of support. "Misunderstanding? You're detaining my husband based on a misunderstanding?" Alec's tone held a dangerous edge.

The detective nodded, acknowledging the error. "We'll release him once we clarify a few things. Just routine questioning."

Alec's gaze never wavered from you. "You hear that, love? Routine questioning. They'll be sending us a fruit basket as an apology when this is over."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating Alec's attempt to lighten the mood despite the circumstances. The detectives continued their inquiries, but with Alec by your side, the air shifted. He had them remove your handcuffs so you could be more comfortable and his presence was a reassurance, a shield against the uncertainty that had clouded the room.

As the questions concluded, Alec extended a hand towards you. "Let's get out of here."

Walking side by side, you felt Alec's protective grip on your hand. The station's cold walls seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Alec's support.

Once outside, Alec turned to you, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism. "When I said I wanted you in handcuffs, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

You chuckled, grateful for his ability to inject humor into the situation. "I prefer your version of handcuffs, to be honest."

Alec smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's make a deal – no more getting arrested for trivial matters, yeah?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Deal. I'll leave the crime-solving to you."

Alec chuckled, leaning in for a brief kiss. "Good. I've had enough drama for one day."

As you walked away from the station, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a renewed appreciation for the strength of your bond and the protective force that was DI Alec Hardy.

[scrambledslut]

got a itch in my throat only his cock could scratch

[shuichiakainx]

Happy Birthday David 🤧❤️

[alechardyssslut]

im DESPERATE for more alec hardy smut fics!!! UGHHH

[destroyndecay]

Persuasion

pairing: alec hardy x reader

genre: fluff

summary: reader doesn't want to get out of bed, alec cuddles are too good

a/n: recently fell in love with this dilf so I had to write something small for him, definitely won't be the last one

The sound of a gentle alarm was the first thing you registered blearily opened your eyes. You were about to groan in annoyance, but your partner, Alec, immediately leaned over to a nearby side table to turn it off, followed by kissing the top of your head to soothe you. Sighing contently, you nuzzled back into his shoulder, enjoying the soft cotton of his t-shirt and breathing in his scent.

He sigh softly, rubbed his eyes and then propped himself up on his elbow to see you from a better angle.

“Darlin’,” he raspily started, raking his lanky hand through your hair to rouse you, “we hafta head up to work early today, remember? Got some evidence to sort out.” There was a hint of a smile in his voice while gazing down at his drowsy partner, but he would never admit it.

Groaning, you nuzzled your face further into his shoulder and tightened your grip around his torso.

“Alec…” You whined, holding out the “e.” He let out a deep chuckle at your desperate efforts, shaking his head to himself.

“Hey, love, look at me.” He softly insisted, before tenderly reaching for your chin and guiding your face towards his with his thumb and pointer finger.

Slightly squinting at the abrupt change of lighting, your eyes slowly adjusted and focused on the dashing face of your partner. His practically glowing brunette locks were messy and falling in his face, causing him to run a hand through it consistently. His eyes were the color of chocolate and honey, even more so with the slight sunlight hitting them, and they were gazing at you like Alec had just found a rare and precious diamond. Reaching out slightly, you brushed your thumb against his stubble near his lip.

“Hi.” You breathed dreamily, still not fully conscious. Alec’s lip ticked up in a smile.

“Alright. If ya get up right now, I’ll take ya out for dinner after we get off- that new steakhouse ya mentioned. My treat, o‘course.”

“Oh?” You questioned in amusement.

He kissed the tip of your nose. “Yep. We can stop by here after work so ya can get dolled up. I’ll even wear that sweater ya got me fer Christmas.”

“The light pink one?!” You exclaimed, eyes lighting up.

Rolling his eyes, playfully responded, “Yes, love.”

You quickly but passionately kissed him in appreciation. “Wow. Suddenly I’m not tired anymore.”

“Good. Now you can get up. Go on, then.” He smirked and motioned with a flick of his head.

You kissed his forehead one last time before gleefully swinging around your legs to the edge of the bed and standing up and stretching.

Before disappearing into your shared bathroom, you called out, “I’m gonna tell Ellie about this and ruin your moody reputation!”

“Don’t you dare!” He called out from the bedroom in fake anger, his accent coming out more with the volume of his words.

Popping your head out of the bathroom before closing the door, you locked eyes with Alec and expressed, “Love you, Alec.”

His expression softened and he sincerely responded, “Yer’s forever, darlin’.”

[valaryswrites]

🪐 where you love to get alec jealous during charity events because you know how the night ends.

warnings: female reader, afab anatomy, piv, oral sex f receiving, fingering, possessive and jealous language, unprotected sex. english is not my first language, so sorry in advance

Alec and you went to a charity event organised in Broadchurch. An event that, as always, ended up with drinks and many of his coworkers flirting with you.

Hardy got angry; of course he did. He was not openly vocal about his jealousy but a few drops of alcohol could make him gain some courage.

“You were doing it on purpose.” The man accused you with hands still in his pockets, although they were curled into a fist you couldn’t see.

“Doing what?” You asked. “Am I some kind of magician that I can make your coworkers flirt with me on purpose?” The chuckle that came out of your mouth made him feel even more frustrated.

“No.” He firmly denied. “The problem is that you were flirting back and starring at me while doing it.” He retorted, stepping closer to you.

Alec and you almost never argue; you could always manage to make him open up enough to not reach the boiling point.

But oh, god… you did enjoy getting him all jealous and possessive. It’s not like it happened very often, just a few times. But every time would end up with him fucking you senseless. Guess that’s the reason why you enjoy doing it, and why he enjoys getting angry enough to tear you apart when you get home.

“You looked like a damn teenager.” He speaks again. “You love the attention.”

“Ah, come on.” You insisted, about to laugh. “I don’t need any man’s attention.“

“Really?” The detective asked sarcastically, getting close enough to trap you in between him and the kitchen counter. You could sense you were going to end up sitting over it soon.

Now he was starting to enjoy this little exchange of wits between you and him. He pushed your legs slightly apart with his knee, securing your body right there. He pressed it forward enough so your clit could feel the pressure and friction over your dress. The way you bit your lip made the man chuckle.

Glancing down at his trousers, you noticed how hard he was. Not a little and not trying to hide it; fully hard.

Fast enough to make him hiss, you grabbed his cock over the fabric.

“Is this what you were after while behaving like a bitch?” Hardy asked, but this time his voice sounded like a whisper; there was a groan he was trying to suppress.

You squeezed his cock once more, and the way he moaned made you unconsciously grind your center against his knee.

“You’re so hard, it’s pathetic.” You said, gritting your teeth.

“And you’re getting off against my knee…” he retorted, his hand travelling to the nape of your neck and then up to tangle his fingers in your hair. His free hand gripping your hip tightly.

You licked your lips and couldn’t contain a giggle.

“We always do the same thing after every event.” You say.

“Because you always behave the same way every time.” Alec shot back, wiggling his knee slowly to get you even more turned on.

“I behave like that so we can end up like this every time…” you whisper, sliding your hand under his trousers, not even caring about the belt that was bothering your wrist. He was not only hard, but leaking.

“You like to rile me up so I’ll take you apart.” Hardy’s hips pushed against yours once more. He was desperate to get your hand to touch him under the fabric. “I know you do.” He assured you.

Slowly and playfully, your fingers battled with his belt.

“Bloody hell…” he murmured. “The way I’m going to fuck you tonight…” the man said, more to himself than to you. Either way, made you press yourself more against his kneecap. “You’re going to ruin my trousers.” There was already a damp spot over the fabric, and it was your fault. But you didn’t care, and Alec cared even less. If something, it got him harder.

“You’re already ruining them yourself…” you bit back, after sliding your hand under his pants to palm him properly, only to realise he was leaking a little. “Your tiny cock can’t contain itself.”

Hardy chuckled; he was not tiny, not really.

“It’s because is so tiny that you scream like you do every time I’m stretching you?” Now he was being extra filthy and playful.

It was not usual for you to see that part of Hardy; it was hidden underneath all that serious facade. But every time it came out, you’d end up walking funny the next morning.

According to Alec, it’s pretty easy to get him turned on. He thinks he’s so pathetic that the fact that you’ve given him a chance makes him hard at least once a day.

“Get atop the counter…” he whispered in your ear, as he removed his knee from your core and gave you some space. You did a little jump and sat over the kitchen counter, legs spreading enough for him to stand between them. “There we go…” he murmured, running both hands over your thighs.

That might be his favourite part of you; your legs. The detective would love to be sat in the couch with your legs over his, he’d love watching you getting dressed and sliding your trousers over them, and of course, every time you’d put one of them over his shoulder to let him get a taste of you.

“Your coworker, that Greg guy from the forensic team…”you started again, trying to get him to get irritated again. “He complimented my dress more than one time…”

“Do you think I enjoy seeing some bloke I work with drool over you like an idiot?” He asked, his hand now stopping their caressing on your thighs to knead them. “I should’ve taken you to the bathroom the moment I caught you teasing me…”

“Yeah?” You feigned innocence. Since it was not normal to have him this naughty, you wanted to hear more.

“Yeah.” Hardy nodded one time. “Bend you over the sink and leave the door open so they can see that you’re taken…”

You couldn’t contain a moan that came with brows furrowed; he was being really courageous.

His right hand travelled under your dress and he found out you were not wearing any underwear. And that you were wet as fuck.

“Cheeky lass.” He chuckled once he noticed that, his hips pressing against your leg to seek for some friction. “Do you think my subordinates would’ve stopped drooling if they saw you like this? Mhm?” Alec insisted, but he wasn’t looking for an answer. “With no underwear, no witty comebacks and totally soaked for me?”

Of course, now you wanted to reply with a witty comeback. But you couldn’t; each and every word you tried to let out was replaced by a gasp when you felt his middle finger half inside you.

Hardy’s hands were beautiful; veiny with long, thin fingers that would curl up beautifully every time they were inside your pussy.

Even though he tried to seem possessive and in charge this time; he was still a simple and desperate man for you. He was breathing in and out with little sounds that betrayed him.

Alec couldn’t contain himself anymore when his middle finger disappeared and appear inside you.

“I want you to come in my mouth…” he let out, a submissive tone escaping from the back of his throat.

“God, Alec…” you whimpered, arching your back and moving your hips forward to meet more of his fingers.

“Lay down a bit…” he insisted. You complied. At that point, you would’ve done anything he told you to do.

Once your back hit the cold surface of the kitchen counter, he wasted no time in grabbing a nearby chair and placing in front of you.

He sat there, on a chair, in front of your exposed sex. It was ridiculous; you were his meal.

Hardy undid his tie and then went for it, licking a long and slow stripe all over your swollen folds. You could swear you heard him let out a little “mhm” once he did.

“Fuck, Hardy…” you breathed out. You would only call him by his last name during these heated moments.

His tongue was totally out and his saliva was mixing perfectly with your arousal, making a mess on his chin. A mess that, of course, he would lick clean afterwards. His nose was pressing beautifully against your clit, giving you a beautiful sight when you glanced down at him.

The detective, with his eyes closed, completely focused on eating you out as if you were his favourite dish.

You managed to sit a little and realized where his hands were. One of them over your belly, keeping you in place. The other one was around his cock, moving up and down at a rapid pace.

You couldn’t help it once you saw that; you needed him to be inside you.

“Fuck, baby…” you said in between moans, tangling your fingers on his hair and pulling softly to make him look at you.

And what a fantastic image; his hair all messy, his lips parted and his chin all moist with your juices. He ran his tongue over it as you predicted.

Hardy was about to protest; he wanted you to come in his mouth, he said. But you pushed him back on the chair, and wasted no time in sitting on his lap. Almost immediately you started to lower yourself over his cock.

“F-fuck, love, I’m not… I don’t have a condom on…” he warned you.

“I’m on the pill, I want you to come inside me…” you almost begged.

Once he nodded, you finally took his cock inside you. It was the perfect fit, apparently.

“Ah, Christ…” he bit his lower lip and his eyes were like the eyes of a puppy. His precious dominant facade was a past memory. “Fuck me, fuck me hard…” he insisted, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

You started to ride him just how he liked it; hard, fast and loud. Or at least that’s what gets him to come in seconds.

It was obscene; the noises, the moaning and the fact that you were fucking like that on a chair in the middle of your kitchen.

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come…” Hardy warned you, his voice almost broken. His hands were no longer over you; he had no strength to do it. Only pleasure and desperation.

The sight of his face while getting ridden by you made you come right there, almost by surprise. Your walls clenched around his cock and that made him orgasm as well. Your body ended all wrapped around his, while his come dripped out of you.

“Mphm…” he murmured nothing, still unable to formulate a proper sentence. You giggled, and then he finally spoke. “When… when is the next charity event, lass?”

[raz-writes-the-thing]

first masterlist

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masterlist masterpost

fandoms are in alphabetical order

BAD SAMARITAN

Cale Erendreich x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

It's The Dominance Of The Thing - (Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Cale wants you to ride his boot.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Your Devil - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

You want Cale to get a little dressed up for the trick or treaters on Halloween. Cale is less than impressed.

Names A Plenty - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

Cale wants to know why you have a book of baby names.

BROADCHURCH

Alec Hardy x Reader

Headcanons

Alec taking fem!readers virginity HCS 18+ ONLY

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Confessional Feelings - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

You find your feelings for Alec exposed after running into him after his date.

Unconditional Support - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

It takes a while for you to get used to receiving love and affection, but this time it was just a little too much.

Starving - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

Rough Around the Edges - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

You and Alec have been working on expanding yourselves in the bedroom. Today Alec wants to try something new

Mortified - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader fem anatomy) 18+ ONLY

Being in the office so late usually meant that you had complete privacy- though that doesn't account for people leaving things behind, does it?

Crimes of Essex Proportions - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec's stuck on his case. You just so happen to know exactly what he needs to know.

Tomorrow Problem - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Sometimes all you need for a little fun is, like, twelve drinks and a good laugh.

Deep, Deep Down - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Your menstrual cycle was always the worst, but Alec does his best to make it better.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Alec Hardy Drabble - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec doesn't know how to deal with the fact that you think he's a DILF

Your DILF - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Alec decides to own the fact that he's a DILF

Interested - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Alec's interested in receiving some attention from behind, if you know what I mean.

Enticing - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Alec comes home and ruins your anniversary surprise for himself.

Missed - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

Alec's been away for a while. It's safe to say he missed you.

Out In The Sticks - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

It's high time you forced Alec to take a vacation.

Bullshite Doctors - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader)

Alec is shocked by the type of care females get at the doctors.

DOCTOR WHO

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Blowjob HCS 18+ ONLY

Relationship HCS 18+ ONLY

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Running Towards Something - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor is in need of some comfort after a nightmare.

Nightmares No More - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It's no surprise that your nightmares pick up again since beginning travelling with the Doctor, but the Doctor has just the fix.

Almost Too Far Gone - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

It's when the Doctor starts messing with things he shouldn't that you realise that you're growing afraid of him. Is it time to slip away unnoticed?

Riled Up - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

The Doctor grows tired of you trying to work him up.

In It For The Long Haul - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

Almost dying repeatedly will wear anyone down eventually, and you're not sure how much more of this you can take.

Could Have Been On A Picnic - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

You're pretty sure the Doctor cooks things like this up specifically to irk you. After all, you could have been on a picnic today.

Best of Friends With A Little Extra - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: “People who’re just friends don’t do shit like this, and you know it.”

Nothing At All- (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

Your feelings for the Doctor are outed, and you're pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way. Thank God you're wrong, eh?

Cocktails and Confessions - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

You don't mean to confess your love, but in your defence, you are about three and a half whiskies deep.

Perhaps It's Time - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

You think you're finally ready to have your cherry popped.

Love Drunk - (Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader) 18+ ONLY

The Doctor jerks you off. That's it, that's the fic.

Accountability - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

You're gone, and it's the Doctor's fault. How is he supposed to live with himself now?

Trans Pride - (Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader)

You can't believe the Doctor didn't know you were trans.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Mild angst/fluff Ten Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

"The world needs more people like you / "Do it or die trying!"

DW Prompt Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

"I'm here to save your sad little ass." / "Hey! My ass isn't little. It's.... average size."

DW Prompt Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

"What did you do?" / "Nothing you can't get me out of jail for!" / "Not again!"

DW Prompt Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

"You know, this reminds me of the time I met the president."

DW Prompt Drabble - (Tenth Reader x GN!Reader)

Prompt: “I’m about to say ‘shut up’ and if you respond with a ridiculously flirtatious ‘make me’ I will slap you.”

DW Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor comes into contact with some (non-sexual) stimulants

Touchy (Drabble) - Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

The Doctor asks about your touchy nature.

For Research Purposes - (Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader)

In order to save the universe, you're pretty sure you need to kiss the Doctor again. There's no harm in trying...

Marks - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

The Doctor really enjoys seeing his marks on your skin.

GOOD OMENS (TV)

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

How They'd Deal With Anger Issue!Reader

How They'd Take Care of You HCS

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

Angel's Blood - (Aziraphale x GN!Vampire!Reader + a hint of Crowley) 18+ ONLY

It's entirely an accident when you discover Angel's blood is an aphrodisiac for Vampires.

Demon's Blood - (Aziraphale x Crowley x Fem!Vampire!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Part two to 'Angel's Blood.' You've tried, Aziraphale. It's high time you tried Crowley, too.

A Fair Few Questions - (Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader)

In which the Reader finds out Aziraphale and Crowley are Supernatural entities and has a fair few questions for them.

Snack Foods - (Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader)

You're originally from the US and are feeling homesick. Your partners somehow just always know what to do to make you feel better.

Crotch-Punching Distance - (Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader)

Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel- or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Is really getting on your nerves.

Follow on drabble post

Birth One, Get One Free - (Aziraphale x Crowley x Fem!Reader)

You're the birth mother of The Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Prince of this World and Lord of Darkness and you find you need Crowley's help with making sure you get to keep your little Antichrist.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Movie Magic - (Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader)

Aziraphale and Crowley comfort the reader after a bad day.

Five More Minutes (Drabble) - (Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader)

Your partners catch you singing under your breath.

Sleepy Things (Drabble) - (Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader)

Aziraphale and Crowley sleep much, but they love to cuddle you to sleep when the opportunity arises.

Warming Up (Drabble) - (Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader)

You're cold. Aziraphale and Crowley can't have that, can they?

Show To Catch - (Aziraphale x (fem!presenting!)Crowley x GN!Reader)

Prompt: "Everything would be a lot easier if you fucking sat still."

Little Moaner - (Crowley x GN!Reader + smidge of Zira)

Crowley has the shits with you and he's being petty about it.

Bear It All - (Aziraphale x Crowley + GN!Reader)

You reflect on the fact that you love Crowley and he doesn't love you back quite the way you want him to.

Aziraphale x Reader

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

Much Better - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

You've had a long day, but that's okay. Aziraphale always knows just what to do.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

What Would They Think? - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: “What would they think if they could see you now, hm?” 

Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Angel!Crowley HCs for Shy!Singer!Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Paper Boat - (Crowley x Reader)

Crowley needs a little comfort but has trouble asking for it.

Going Steady? - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Reader comes out to Crowley as gay, and it comes to light that Crowley was rather interested too.

No Pity for the Wicked - (Crowley x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Crowley fucks the reader in the Bentley (post-S2)

Flushed (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Reader doesn't expect Aziraphale to be at the Bookshop when they show up in nothing but a trench coat. Crowley teasing Reader ensues.

Untitled - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

The Reader has had a Day(tm) and comes to Crowley for comfort.

Helping Hand - (Crowley x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Crowley catches you reading a NSFW novel and gives you a helping hand.

Not Just Friends, Then? - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

FWB!Reader accidentally tells Crowley they love him.

Last Meal - (Crowley x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Crowley really, really, likes to eat you out.

Better Hurry - (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: “if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

Bentley Shenanigans - (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Crowley needs to relieve some frustrations after that shitshow of a birthday party.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

"I'm Inside Your Walls" - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

Reader visits Crowley's flat for the first time.

Good Toys - (Fem!Presenting!Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Prompt: “I am going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty head.”

Little Minx - (Fem!Presenting!Crowley x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

It's nice to lay in and snuggle.

PRIMEVAL (TV SHOW)

Connor Temple x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Wolverine or Spider-Man? - (Connor Temple x GN!Reader)

You meet Connor at the bar. He's pleasantly surprised by the topic of conversation.

PRODIGAL SON

Martin Whitly x Reader

Martin Whitley HCS X X

Soft!Dom Martin HCS

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Science Behind the Madness - (Martin Whitly x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

You're lucky to have a sexual partner so versed in the science behind the female orgasm.

Study Materials - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

Martin loves your singing voice. How convenient that it helps you study.

A Collared Occasion - (Martin Whitly x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Martin gets you a collar.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Martin Whitly Drabble - Martin Whitly x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY

Prompt: “you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me.” (but not smutty)

Cute As A Button (Drabble) - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

Martin will do anything to make you smile.

Kisses - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

You really want to cover Martin in kisses. What a shame his guard is distracted.

No Crowds, Thanks - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

You're not a fan of crowds, but Martin always keeps you safe.

Just A Trim? - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Martin asks if he should get a haircut. You don't think he should.

SECRET SMILE

Brendan Block x Reader

Brendan charm HCs

THE WALKING DEAD (TV)

Negan x Reader

Full-Legnth Fics (600 words plus)

Negan x GN!Virgin!Reader HCs

Distraction - (Negan x Reader) 18+ ONLY

Negan consoles the reader by offering them a distraction from their recent break-up.

Binders and Bonding - (Negan x GN!Reader)

Negan catches the Reader trying on a binder.

That Smile - (Negan x TransMale!Reader)

Negan offers some very Negan-esque support when he discovers that the Reader has had to deal with some transphobic issues at the Sanctuary.

Dirty Girl - (Negan x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Negan fucks the reader up against a fence.

Acquired Tastes - (Negan x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Negan likes to see just what it takes to wake you up sometimes.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Suds (Drabble) - (Negan x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

You invite Negan to come shower with you.

Not Little Red - (Negan x GN!Reader) 18+ ONLY

You really shouldn't enjoy egging Negan on as much as you do.

Against the Rules - (Negan x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

Negan returns to encourage the Reader to be bad for him. He just needs to let off some steam.

[holdmytesseract]

Guys...

Guess who's re-watching Broadchurch because her flu-suffering ass is tied to the sofa ?

Exactly. Me.

Guess who saw this grumpy Scottish teddy bear here again and felt immediately taken back in time when she was a mad fangirl for him?

Exactly. Me. And let me tell you... The crush is still crushing. 👀🫠

And now guess who started to write a oneshot for said grumpy Scottish teddy bear?

Yep, that's also correct. Me. 🫡

[munsons-maiden]

𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | DI Alec Hardy x female reader 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | based on this request: Alec uses handcuffs (smut but it's sweet and soft) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 | 1.1k 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | SMUT (DON'T READ if you're under 18!), a tiny bit of edging, handcuffs 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 | my Alec Hardy sideblog is @bloodytwittah. I also write for Crowley (Good Omens) over at @stargazing-crowley 🖤

“Please.”

Your whisper fills the silence of the office, warm breath mingling with his as you arch into his touches, his kisses, chasing every fleeting brush of his fingertips on your skin like it’s a lifeline and you’re caught in a storm.

Well, he is.

And you’ll happily drown in him, in the way his scent is engulfing you, the pine-needle smell of his cologne forever entangled with the ever-present salt in the air.

“Patience is a virtue,” Alec drawls, a quiet laugh painting his voice.

“And stalling is a vice,” you shoot back, but it comes out rather breathless.

Alec has spent what feels like an eternity kissing you, teasing you, fingertips brushing over all the sweet spots where you so desperately need him the most yet never lingering long enough to do anything but stoke your need for him further, letting you chase those fleeting touches nevertheless with growing despair. And impatience.

You can feel his erection pressing against your leg, the outline of it very visible beneath the navy fabric of his pants, but each time you wrap your legs around his waist to drag him closer, drag him right where you need him, he angles himself away from you with a soft, deep chuckle.

You discarded his tie a while ago, and his white dress shirt is undone, revealing his chest, the fine scar running over his sternum where they fixed his heart mere months ago, and the way his dark hair is messy and ruffled – not by the sea breeze for once but by your fingers – makes him look like he should be on the poster for some highly expensive perfume ad.

“We could consult Reverend Coates about the matter,” Alec chuckles softly now, his hot breath ghosting over the side of your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your pulse point, the soft scratch of his beard sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

Your own quip is swallowed by a string of moans as Alec’s fingers stop tracing circles on the inside of your thighs to wander higher, to the spot just above your clit, and you desperately roll your hips up to grind against his fingertips.

But the moans turn into a frustrated groan as he pulls his fingers out of reach once more.

“So impatient,” he breathes. You can feel his smile against your pulse point.

“Alec Hardy,” you tease softly, “Did I just catch you smiling?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Got a reputation to uphold.”

“And of course we wouldn’t want anyone at Broadchurch PD know you’re not as grumpy as you seem.”

“I am grumpy,” Alec quips with a whisper that sends a shiver of need through your body, “Just not when I’m with you.”

Butterflies soar in your chest at his words, and your fingertips in his hair tighten as you pull him into a searing kiss.

“Still. Payback’s gonna be a bitch,” you announce as you pull away just enough to catch your breath, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall over the closed door to his office. Ever since you’ve started dating Alec Hardy, nightly overtime hours have lost their unbidden-ness.

When Alec chuckles softly in response, resuming to map your throat with his lips knowing damn well what it’s doing to you, you feel your own grin curve your lips.

Two can play this game.

Still grinning, you untangle one of your hands from where you’ve been raking your fingers through his soft chocolate hair and let it roam down, underneath the skirt you chose this morning in the hopes it would come in handy later – and good lord, it does.

“What –“ Alec breathes, pulling away from your throat to stare at you, and your grin turns into a sultry smirk as your own fingers spread the wetness that’s been pooling between your thighs as you let your head fall back a little.

His eyes have been darkened by arousal before, but at your little performance, they’ve grown almost black now. It’s nearly enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

“I’m perfectly capable of finishing the job on my own,” you drawl, letting a lewd moan spill from your lips for effect as your fingertips start circling your clit.

It feels good.

It feels amazing.

It doesn’t feel half as amazing as it would if it were his fingers, though, and the cheeky expression on his handsome features tells you he knows that.

For a few moments, Alec stays where he is, eyes dark and devouring as he watches you, before he closes the few inches between the two of you with another searing kiss, his hands leaving your waist to gently grasp your wrists, pulling your hands away.

There’s no firmness in his grasp. If you wanted to, you could easily tear your hands out of his grip.

He’d never be rough with you. He’d never take control without asking for your permission first – Alec Hardy has never been anything but sweet and gentle with you.

Bantering has always been part of your relationship long before you let him into your bed, and it extends into every aspect of your relationship. Which is probably why sex with Alec Hardy is the best you ever had.

And which is probably one of the reasons why, despite his always-mildly-annoyed, grumpy exterior, it didn’t take long for you to fall for Alec Hardy in the first place.

As he gently pushes your hands behind your back, feverish kisses deepening, his clothed erection brushes against your core, and this time, it’s Alec who moans first, a deep, half-suppressed moan spilling from his throat as you roll your hips against him, desperate for more friction, for more of those sinful, sweet noises from him –

A soft click makes your eyes fly open to meet Alec’s smug little smirk.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” you gasp, eyes wide.

His grin turns even cheekier. “Yeah I did.”

The handcuffs he just closed around your wrists rattle softly as you test them, cool metal against your wrists.

“You’re under arrest,” Alec drawls, his Scottish accent growing thicker with his own arousal as he trails sloppy, feverish kisses down the side of your throat, over your collarbone, hands slowly unbuttoning your blouse to unveil the lacy black bra underneath telling him exactly what you were hoping for when you got dressed this morning, “For obstruction of police work.”

“Payback,” you breathe, arching into his kisses and unable to suppress a soft, breathless giggle, “Will be such a bitch, Alec Hardy.”

Your voice breaks as you watch him kneel before you, dark eyes sparking with arousal and affection and just the perfect amount of cheekiness as they hold yours.

He places a single, almost chaste kiss to the inside of your thighs before he breathes, “Then I better start making it up to you now.”

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 🖤

[denaliwrites]

Take A Break, Take Me Down

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: Alec's had enough of your shit and, frankly, so have you.

Soundtrack: bodyache by Purity Ring

Requests: man idk anymore just send stuff, if i get to it i get to it

Warnings: Chronic Migraines both in fic and irl. Send help.

"Surely ye cannae live like this," a gruff Scottish voice says from behind you. The telltale I just woke up and it's gonna be everyone's fucking problem until I've had three cups of coffee voice of your boss.

"I can, and don't call me Shirley," you snipe back without looking up.

"Augh, youths," he says with mild and (hopefully) unserious disdain. You elect not to remind him that you're closer to him in age than you are to his daughter. "Are ye able to work?"

"Well, I'm damn well gonna try."

He rolls his eyes, and with the paradoxical harshness of admonishment and the softness of empathy, he sets a bottle of migraine medication on your desk.

You wait until he's settled into his office so as not to seem desperate, then greedily stuff your mouth with a dose and swallow it dry. It's a miserable experience, you never did understand how anyone could do it, but hey. Here you are, in dire need of relief and with no sugar to help the medicine go down.

Alec doesn't bother you for about an hour and a half, during which absolutely none of your work gets done. Staring at the screen hurts. Standing and walking hurt. Breathing hurts. Everything sucks. Why is your own head constantly revolting against you?

He seems to notice you struggling but gives you enough time that, were the medicine going to work, it would've done so. Seeing how you're still ready to dive headfirst into a bottle of sumatriptan, though, he finally comes over, alerting you to his presence by dropping a manilla folder onto your desk. Lighter than if something had been slammed, but still direct enough to garner attention. Lucky him.

You refuse to look up, not because of him but because of the lights, so you're forced to only hear the sigh and not see the exasperated look that accompanies it.

"All right," he says in a gentle but dismissive tone. "Up ye get. Let's go."

You're tempted to protest, to pout even, but you somehow manage to resist. Instead, you wordlessly obey, swaying on the way up.

He catches hold of you and clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Guess I'm drivin' ye home," he sighs as he pulls you towards the exit. You definitely want to protest, but you are practically limp and certainly at his mercy. He looks at you, and you look back miserably. "I expected more ifs, ands or buts, honestly."

You shrug, and then he's easing you into the passenger seat, and then somehow, blessedly, you are home. You don't know where the time went or how you got here, but you're not about to complain. You're more than ready to curl up into a tight little ball under the covers and never see the light of day again -- okay, maybe that's a little dramatic. At least for the next day or so, anyway.

He gets your keys, unlocks the door, ushers you in. Again, you are outside one moment, and being gently lowered onto your bed the next. It's all a bit hazy. The pain is making things blur. Time, mostly.

You can't even be bothered to get out of your work clothes, only to shed your shoes before you weasel your way under the blanket and curl up.

"Can I get ye anything?" that Scottish drawl asks from behind you. Why is he always behind you?

"Chocolate milkshake...?"

There is a longsuffering sigh, and then the sound of footsteps growing more and more distant. After some time you think maybe he's left for good, gone back to work or perhaps decided to take the day.

Then, the footsteps return, heading towards you. They pause. You hear something being placed on the nightstand next to you. And then the footsteps recede again. Moments later you receive a text. Begrudgingly, you look into the blinding light of your phone's screen.

Let me know if you need anything else.

You smile as you grab the milkshake and pull it under the covers with you.

[twelfthgnome]

Beggin’

(Broadchurch) Alec Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Alec has no concept of time and barges in Y/N’s house to investigate. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, face riding/sitting, oral sex (f receiving), slight praise, no beta we die like his heart

She'd just come out of the shower, hair up in a half hearted bun. Y/N was exhausted, the current case was on her mind. A murder, that was evident. The victim was an old woman in her home, a single gunshot to the chest and her house ransacked. But it didn't look right.

As she changed into some comfy short shorts and an oversized Elvis Presley t-shirt, she visualized the scene in her head. It just wasn't right. She remembered a little purple jewelry box up near the dresser, and it didn't appear to be opened. She made a mental note to check that out, along with the neighbors alibi and how sound could transfer in a duplex.

Of course she knew when she agreed to be a Detective Sergeant that it was going to be time consuming, that this career would become you to an extent. And she wanted that. After she accidentally stumbled into this career and saw her first scene, she knew that was what she wanted with her life. But she hadn't realized that that would mean when she does even the most basic functions, her brain would be so wholly preoccupied. She took her hair out, brushed her teeth, pulled the covers down then went to turn out the lights before climbing into them. And all throughout it, she was speculating about silencers and times of death.

Her head had barely hit the pillow before she heard a banging at her front door. She laid there for a moment, contemplating her options. It was either some tragedy has happened or some idiot come to hurt her. And quite frankly she knew she could hold her own. Y/N wasn't a fool, she wasn't going to go answer it without precaution. She quickly went and retrieved a bread knife from the kitchen before going to the door.

The knife was in position when she opened it. Instead of finding some craved criminal, or even some sobbing family member, she found her boyfriend/boss with a box of papers.

"Alec? It's one in the morning."

His eyes narrowed at the sight of her. He looked tired, but he did always look just a little tired. His hair was messed up and his beard just a touch scruffy.

"I don't trust Anderson."

"What?" She asked. He didn't answer as he walked into her house and deposited the box of files on her kitchen table. She didn't mind Alec coming over, hell she loved the chance to see him, but this was all a little unprompted for her.

"Y/N, didya get anything on Imogen Walker? I don't like her. I also don't like this bloke, who does he think he is? Fucking hell," Alec started pulling stuff out to work on.

Y/N wanted to protest, but she also knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep even if she tried. This was at least productive and she got to spend time with him. She grabbed a blanket from the living room, wrapped it around herself, and sat down at the table.

"Imogen has a few misdemeanors but nothing of this caliber, nothing that would suggest murder." She said, "As for Gary, he did have a stay in the hospital back in his twenties for mental illness. I requested the documents for the diagnosis and behavior during the stay but they probably won't come in until later today or tomorrow. I think you need to focus on her niece, her alibi is shaky at best."

If Y/N focused on DI Alec Hardy's face, she might have seen the shadow of a smile on his lips that he quickly hid with other possible motives and questions. He'd never say so, but he loved these moments. The times when he could share what he was truly passionate about with someone that he truly loved ... Those moments were the best. All he would need was Daisy cracking jokes in the corner for this moment to be complete.

It was long after the sun came up before Y/N finally decided to make some tea for the two of them. She told Alec who grumbled a one worded response she didn't bother to try and understand. Maybe it was Alec or the case, but she strangely wasn't tired. Her mind kept whirling with all the possibilities and she enjoyed the time with Alec.

"Y/N! Do you have the SOCO reports from the car in there?" Hardy called to her. "I need to call -"

He stopped, looking at her from above his glasses, his lips still perched out from his words that fell forgotten. She gave him a strange look, placing the two cuppas down on the table then passing him the SOCO report he'd wanted. Yet he still stared, didn't even bother to say a word. "Hardy?"

DI Alec Hardy was not a man of many words, but when he needed to use words he always had the right thing to say. Or at least he believed it to be the right thing to say. But now, in a moment when words would definitely be helpful, he had nothing. He just stared like a man gone wild. Y/N didn't even know what he was staring at, and she shifted awkwardly on her feet. Which drew extra attention.

"Alec? What're you looking at?"

He seemed to snap out of it, shoving his glasses up his nose and glancing back down at the paper. Y/N didn't know what to make of it, but thought perhaps he was exhausted. She pulled the kitchen chair to her, putting a leg on either side so she could rest her chest on the back of it while she read. And yet again, she looked up to see his warm brown eyes trapped on her and her body.

"Alec?" He didn't answer. "Alec! What's going on?"

Alec adjusted in his seat and said calmly, "nothing."

"Bull."

"Nothing is wrong. Can we continue?"

She felt silly for a moment, maybe she was exaggerating. Then she propped a leg on the chair and she saw his eyes wander again. Okay enough was enough. "Alec, what the hell?"

"Y/N-"

"Oh ho, don't Y/N me to try and get out of answering my question. What's got you looking at me at all weird?"

A pink started to spread on his cheeks and ears, but he looked away. No way, she thought. There's no way 'shitface' just blushed. Yes they'd been dating and she knew he was more than that nickname, but sometimes the occasion calling for it. Like when was blushing early in the morning for no reason, and she'd never seen him blush unless they were making love. Oh. Oh. Her eyes widened, and she felt a little smile on her lips. She stood up slowly, watching the way he tried to fight his gaze from following after.

"Alec, anything you want to tell me?" Y/N went and sat down on the edge of the table in front of him. He swallowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Darling, I would never laugh."

He rolled his eyes and looked away, not having the strength to say it while looking at her. He swiped his glasses off and groaned. "I... those shorts. I really like those shorts."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was not quite the answer she was expecting. "The shorts?"

"Your thighs, they... I like seeing them."

Her mouth fell open in a little o, adjusting her legs slightly as though thinking about them meant she had to move them. He likes her thighs, enough to distract him from work. Alec saw this reaction and immediately flushed darker, "you think I'm stupid."

"Gosh, no, no, no not at all," she said, "I just didn't know."

He still seemed embarrassed. Alec grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face, going to grab his work again. But Y/N felt bad, she certainly hadn't meant it like that, she would never shame him for something in the bedroom. She just wanted to know. And she found it very sweet that he found her so attractive. It made her feel sexy.

With a gentle touch she made him set his paper down. He looked with wide eyes. Y/N moved with slow, deliberate movements so Alec could take the time to digest it all. She carefully climbed onto his chair until her thighs were straddling him in his seat, though she hovered above him. She could see his adam's apple bob up and down as she placed her weight on him, leaning forward to take his glasses off. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. She smiled, "hi."

His large hands came to rest on her thighs almost instinctively, squeezing the flesh there. From under her, she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. It made her rock her hips just slightly to meet it. He let out a hiss, grip tightening. She quite liked him holding her there, the way he ran his hands down the length of her thighs with a tight grip. He cherished them.

"Y/N..." he murmured, eyes half shut as he lifted a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned in and captured his lips with her own, exploring the kiss and grinding against his hips as he branded her with his touch. She always loved the feeling of his kisses, the way he fell into her touch like it was instinctual. His jaw was always delightfully scratchy and she loved to run her fingers along his beard.

When they broke and their foreheads fell against each other, each gasping for breath, he spoke softly. "Darling.. I have a request."

Alec didn't often ask for much in the bedroom. Y/N certainly wasn't trying to prevent him, he just tended to stay quiet. So she pressed a soft kiss to his scratchy beard and nodded for him to continue. He swallowed nervously before continuing, "I've this fantasy. I've only had it for you."

Alec got embarrassed sometimes when talking about sex. Oh sure, he was great during the act. But he always treated any fantasies or ideas as something stupid and silly. But Y/N didn't think that, she wanted to make it pleasurable for the both of them. If he was willing to do things for her, then she would be willing to do things for him. In a voice that came out far huskier than she intended, she said, "I want to hear it."

"I, I want you to sit on my face."

Her eyebrows shot up and she pulled away to look at him, to check that was what he wanted. His flush got darker and he tried to turn away, but she grabbed his face before he could. The corner of her mouth quirked up, "Alec Hardy, even in your fantasies you want to go down on me. Are you sure that's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, his gaze intense. She nodded an affirmation and got off, offering a hand for him to take as she guided him into the bedroom. "Tell me where you want us."

Alec nodded. He began to take off his clothing, tossing them on the chair in the corner. Then he got onto the bed near the headboard and told you to strip as well. Here came the part he got excited about, even if excited for Alec meant a pair of wild eyebrows lifted high.

Now naked, Y/N went from the edge of the bed and crawled up to him, showing off her assets. He took a deep shaking breath. She situated herself so her cunt was right above Alec's head, thighs already shaking slightly but she was determined to stay above. Then she felt his hands grab at the back of her thighs, pulling her down.

"Alec!" She squealed, "I can't! What if I hurt you?"

"Hurt you?" He asked in an incredulous way, as though the thought was the furthest thing from his mind. "How could you hurt me?"

"My weight on you.."

He answered what he believed to be a silly question with a silly answer, and dragged her down squarely on his mouth. She laughed a little as she settled, but his hot tongue on her clit was enough to distract her to silence. Well, not silence, but certainly not laughter.

This was a sensation unlike any she'd had. Alec had gone down on her before and it was bloody fantastic, she always left panting and delirious with pleasure. But this seemed to open a whole new wave of sensations. He came into it with a crazed intensity, yearning to taste every part of her he could. His touch was everywhere, hot as it skimmed over her skin and seared her. His lips were plush as they parted to let his tongue slide along her folds, tasting her. That delightful beard was going to cause a rash tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she rocked her hips to meet his tongue's ministrations.

She tasted like sweat and sex and everything good in the world, if he could bottle it up he would. Though in the back of his mind he knew Y/N worried about crushing him with her weight, it was that sensation of being fully engulfed by her that he was so attracted to. Those burning thighs were right by his head, holding him there and clenching with each stroke of pleasure. He held onto them tightly, letting her know just how much he enjoyed it. It was better than just regular oral, it was deeper and intimate. One look up at her was enough to make him shudder and hold her tighter. She looked like a goddess, head thrown back with those raspy little moans pouring from her. Her breasts heaved on her chest, begging to be touched. If he died then and there, with the image of her above him, he'd die a very happy man.

Y/N gasped his name over and over, rolling her hips and meeting his expert tongue. He was everywhere, scorching all of her. Alec’s touch was making her dizzy with pleasure and if she wasn’t careful she’d never leave her spot here. That coil inside of her started to tighten, twisting as tingles were sent all throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm coming, tightening and tightening until with a sobbing gasp she came on Alec Hardy’s tongue.

He never stopped for one second, just lapping at her oversensitive clit until he could feel her coming down from her high. Then he adjusted, helping guide her down his body so he was sitting and she was straddling him. She melted against his chest, head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, breaths uneven.

“Oh my god,” she said finally.

Alec kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, “thank you, darling.”

She gave him a thumbs up, “you tell me all your fantasies, love, because holy fuck.”

Alec nodded, “duly noted.”

“Shut up,” she said, burying her face deeper into him with a smile.

[dupert-writing]

I'd be fool not to love you

[Alec Hardy/Reader]

• Gender Neutral Reader

• Genre: Short, Hurt/comfort

Summary: There have been a misunderstanding between you and Alec.

Polish Version

You came home by a cab over half an hour ago. You were about to strip down and jump into the shower when the sound of the doorbell ringing through your house stopped you.

You frowned, wondering who the hell would come to visit so late on a Saturday. Putting your shirt back on, you grabbed your pepper spray and walked over to the door, opening it hesitantly.

Your boyfriend stood on the other side, looking a little confused, and a bit apologetic.

You sighed, placing your papper spray on the table by the door.

"I hope you came to apologize, and not scold me for leaving your stupid police party without a word." You crossed your arms over your chest, stepping back a bit to let him in. You tried to hide your hurt behind a curtain of anger.

"What exactly do I have to apologize for?" He frowned, crossing the threshold of your apartment, his gaze never leaving yours. "I came to ask what happened. You left without a word. I was worried."

"Really?" You snorted, feeling a pang of regret in your heart. "You didn't care about me before. You seemed to be having a great time with- who is she exactly? A secretary?"

"An intern." He corrected you. "Come on. I only talked to her for fifteen minutes."

"Almost an hour." Now it was your turn to correct him.

"What? No..." He hesitated, his brow furrowing even more. You yourself were surprised that it was possible. "I'm sure it didn't take that long..."

You sighed, having had enough of this small talk; you felt tears gathering in your eyes and looked away from him. You were angry, hurt and a bit humiliated that Alec had left you alone to talk to some girl who could be his daughter.

"You could have at least noticed that I left a little sooner." You mumbled and headed to the kitchen, leaving him in the hallway. You heard the rustle of shoes being taken off, followed by quiet footsteps heading your way. One of the things you loved about Alec was that even on the rare occasions when you argued, he tried not to do things that annoyed you, like walking into the house with his shoes on.

You turned to him and immediately regretted it when you saw his beaten puppy™ expression; the one that always made your heart melt and any hostility towards him evaporate.

"I realized as soon as you left. I couldn't catch up with you." He explained, stepping closer and grabbing your hand. "I couldn't drive or call a cab because my phone is in your purse, so I walked."

"Are you kidding? It's two and a half kilometres." Now you felt bad for being jealous and leaving without a word. You hung your head, biting the inside of your cheek. "I'm sorry." You mumbled quietly, looking at your feet. "I forgot I had your phone in my purse. And I'm sorry for leaving you."

You didn't get a verbal response from Alec, he lifted your intertwined hands and placed a soft kiss on your palm. His other hand grabbed your chin and lifted your head to look at him.

"I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have let Janet drag me away from you. She doesn't stop chattering when she's drunk." He explained, both of his hands now on your hips. "You have to know that I'm not interested in her in any way. You're the only one who matters to me."

Your heart started beating faster. Despite a year and a half of being together, Hardy managed to make you feel the same way you did when you first met. All your life, you could never understand people who lost their minds while in love until you met that grumpy detective. Those calm brown eyes and slightly messy hair had already found a permanent home in your heart.

"I think we had a little communication problem today," you admitted, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips softly. "It'll never happen again. Next time, I'll just hit you."

"Alright, I'd like to see that," he replied, his lips forming a small smile. You loved it when he did that; smiling. Before you started dating, it wasn't something you saw often, but now, with you, there were times when he would smile all the time.

"I think I should make it up to you somehow," you whispered into his ear and lightly nibbled on it. You smiled in satisfaction, feeling a shiver run through the detective's body.

“I think I have a few ideas,” he replied quietly, pressing your lips together.

[scrambledslut]

when my phone storage is full and i start deleting memories instead of pictures of my favorite old men

[shuichiakainx]

[ophelia-writes-fics]

hold me close and hold me fast [alec hardy x reader]

It's winter in Broadchurch, and you've noticed a habit of Alec's.

Tags: GN!reader, fluff, romantic fluff, established relationship

Word Count: ~900

TWs/CWs: none, this is pure self-indulgent fluff :)

It was another frigid Broadchurch winter. The entire town had been covered in a blanket of snow and ice that was six inches thick and refusing to let up anytime soon. But despite the endless bad weather, life didn’t stop, so every morning you went to work as usual, and Alec went to the police station. He worked long, exhausting hours, and he was usually either gone before you woke up or out until after you went to bed.

You always knew exactly when he came home on late nights, though. Because if Alec was one thing, it was a goddamn stubborn bastard, and he was a stubborn bastard who refused to wear gloves, a scarf, or a hat in the winter. 

No matter how much you pestered him about it, no matter how you insisted he’d get cold, he would swear up and down that a coat was enough and he “didn’t need all that stuff”. And yet, every single night that winter, he’d come home, change into pajamas, climb into bed with you, and put his freezing cold hands under your shirt to warm them up. 

It would have annoyed the hell out of you, but when you finally confronted him about it, he looked so taken aback that you realized he’d had no idea he was doing it. Still, he’d apologized, and from then on, every time he came in late, he’d be absolutely sure that his hands were kept outside of your clothes. 

That is, while he was awake. 

After another few nights of being woken up by freezing hands clutching your chest, you quickly came to a conclusion: whether he wanted to or not, Alec would subconsciously seek out your body heat to warm himself up the moment he drifted off to sleep. 

As the weather got colder and colder, you woke up dozens of times to Alec holding you close like you were a teddy bear - every limb wrapped around you, ice-cold hands under your shirt, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It didn’t even bother you anymore. It was adorable, honestly. You knew he’d get all prickly and deny it if you told him, but he really was such a sweetheart, even in his sleep. The peaceful look on his face as he cuddled you made your heart melt every damn time, and no amount of cold hands could compare to how much you loved seeing him happy. 

Still, you really wished he would wear some damn gloves once in a while; if not for you, then to avoid getting frostbite when it was below zero outside. So, that winter, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You took your knitting bag everywhere you went, working on your projects whenever you had downtime, making sure Alec never saw what you were working on. Within a couple of weeks, you had a hat, a thick scarf, and a pair of mittens all completed, so you decided on a plan: on your day off, you’d wait until Alec left for work, then wrap the gift and meet him down at the police station to surprise him. And that was exactly what you did. 

---

“Darlin’, what’s goin’ on? What’re you doing here?” A worried look crossed Alec’s face as he met you at the door. 

“No, everything’s all right! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you reassured him, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. “I brought you a gift and figured I’d surprise you, that’s all!” 

You handed him the small parcel and watched with anticipation as he opened it, revealing the multicolored pile of warm winter clothes. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“Do you like them?” you asked, a bit nervously. 

He looked up at you, a shocked smile on his face. “Did you make all this?” 

You nodded, and before you knew it, Alec was at your side, embracing you so tightly your feet left the ground for a moment. 

“They’re beautiful, love,” Alec murmured, still smiling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

Your heart fluttered with pride. 

---

The next morning, you were at the breakfast table when Alec was leaving for work. Something was different this morning, however. 

“Hmm, someone seems to be dressed rather warmly today,” you teased gently. “Whatever happened to ‘Oh, I just need a coat, darling, I’ll be fine without a hat or a scarf or gloves’?”

He gave you a playful glance of warning, then smiled. “Well, someone put a lot of effort into making sure I’ll be warm, and it’d be a shame to let all that beautiful work go to waste, hmm?” He leaned in and caressed your cheek as he kissed you goodbye, whispered a quick ‘I love you’, then he was gone. 

---

As the winter wore on, it was much the same as all the winters before it, except two things had changed. 

One, Alec never left the house without the winter clothes you’d made him. He treasured them, and you could always tell - he handled them with so much care, folding them gently every night when he got home and running a loving hand over them every now and then when he thought you wouldn’t notice. 

And two, Alec never came home with freezing cold hands again. 

And you were absolutely delighted to find out that even when he kept warm during the day, he still held you close in his sleep, every single night.

A/N: thank you for reading! i know this is a shorter one and it's a bit silly. honestly, i really just wanted to give alec some love, he's such a sweetheart and the poor thing needs a break lmao. i'll be back soon with some smut! as always, feel free to like/rb/comment/whatever else, and my requests are always open! :)

🍓 this fic's title is from the english version of 'la vie en rose' 🍓

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masterlist!

daryl dixon ♡

🔥= smut

Mine 🔥

Surprise

Caring

Tease

Vamp!Daryl Drabble

I need ya.

Daryl smoking drabble

A Little Bit Dangerous, But, Baby, That's How I Want It 🔥

Family

Torture 🔥

Golden

Ride a Cowboy

For You

Teacher's Pet 🔥

more norman characters ♡

Funny Sonny - Late Night Impulses 🔥

other characters ♡

Eddie Brock - First Time

Alec Hardy - Persuasion