#tiny alec hardy

[tinyalechardy]

Oh god. I heard a knock at my door and found this

Tiny hardy!!!?!?!?

What happened who did this to you!?

I gotta get you all cozy. Well talk in the morning about this

[killmepleasgeantly]

For @tinyalechardy

[tinyalechardy]

Hmm what's wrong tiny hardy?

Tiny Hardy Calm down and talk. What's wrong!?

Oh, tiny hardy, calm down, it's just an artists interpretati-

I didn't say anything you litte sh-

... yeah you do that. Calm yourself down.

Eat a scotch egg. It's not that bad tiny hardy!

Eepy detectives 🥰

[should-david-be-there]

david tennant with south london's greatest dirtbag boyband @bearsintreesofficial??? sounds like a place he should be

(also listen to their new song 'hot chocolate' when it comes out on Thursday :])

[princeloww]

his name is alec hardy

[tinyalechardy]

. . .

He just put his hand in to scoop some out and drink it. He could've asked? Why didn't he just ask!?

[tinyalechardy]

"I do not know that man" -tiny alec hardy

not even subtle it’s porn

[schmweed]

[czesca]

losing my mind over alec hardy hours

[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 🖤

[tinyalechardy]

(This is silly! Please do not take it personally!)

tens lunch break, he started cooking mac n cheese, played some mini golf, waited for the mac n cheese to finish boiling and finally ate!!

[valaryswrites]

hi there!! may i ask for an alec fluff? anything you have in mind i'll be more than happy to read <3 thanks!

🪐 where you end up in alec’s flat after a birthday dinner, with a bottle of beer and some excuses

warnings: just fluff, mentions of alcohol and lots of shy-ish giggles. english is not my mother language. gender neutral reader

"Listen, I…” he sighed, nervous. “I saw you looking at me, I looked at you… pretty much all night.” He cleared his throat. “I was thinking… maybe you… want to go to my place?”

That’s what he asked you a few minutes ago. That.

It was Ellie Miller’s birthday and she organized a little gathering at her place. You were there, and Hardy was there as well.

During hours you would glance at Alec and find him staring back at you. But it was impossible to know if it was a look of curiously, kindness, anger, desire or anything similar; his glances were difficult to decipher.

But there you were now, sitting on a couch at his place. A tiny flat, poorly illuminated; you could barely see him.

You were sharing a single bottle of beer, making your fingers casually brush against each other every time. That made him euphoric.

“I didn’t expect you to accept coming over.” He confessed awkwardly after taking a sip.

“Why not?” You asked him, with a soft smile. He had one too; but his was a more nervous one. Shy.

Seeing you giggle made him feel slightly more comfortable. He took a bigger sip from the bottle and continued talking, begging his mouth to let out normal phrases and words.

"Well," He said, looking down a little bit shyly. He was never good at talking to people, much less in a situation like this one. "I… guess I was just a little surprised. You know, me and you… we don't… talk that much… usually."

“We talk at work.” You lifted a brow, but that little smirk on your face was present.

“But we talk about work.” He reminded you.

You nodded, realizing that was true. Of course it was. Now you were a little more courageous than ever, but at the station… not really. Not towards him, at least.

He handed you the bottle.

“So…” you gulped. “Why did you invite me over?”

Ah, that was obvious. But you wanted to hear it from him, and he knew he had to be honest, sincere.

"Well, as I said… I was looking at you, you were looking at me, and I felt like… I'm not usually the type of man who does this,” Hardy admitted, his breathing a little shaky. God, he was really nervous.

“Does what, exactly?” You chuckled. You were being open, friendly, even flirtatious. A little nervous, yes, but brave enough to look right into his eyes and ask the questions.

“The type of man that invites someone pretty over to his horrible apartment to have a drink in private.” He answered, followed by a chuckle as well but for the first time during hours he didn’t stutter.

“Someone pretty, huh?” You teased, handing him the bottle of beer again.

He immediately got embarrassed. Of course he did.

"Don't make me repeat it…" He mumbled, taking the bottle in his hands and looking at it, just to avoid your teasing eyes. “It doesn’t… sound good, me saying it?” He asked, starting to feel his heart pounding rapidly inside his body.

“No, no, it does.” You assured him quickly. You knew Alec Hardy was shy and reserved, and that meant you had to make him feel good. Because he was, indeed, good. “It’s just that… I mean, you never flirted with me before.”

Hardy smiled softly, glad that you didn’t find it weird.

"That’s because I never felt like I had a chance with you." he admitted, letting an embarrassed laugh escape. "I work with you. I can’t go around flirting with you and acting like… you know, a fool. It wouldn’t be appropriate."

“Well, I’ve flirted with you many times. I’m not sure you noticed.” You informed, now taking the bottle off his hands. He smiled at that.

“I…” He blinked a few times, nervous again. “I guess I never noticed, no.” a little sigh escaped from his throat. One of regret, maybe. “I mean, I definitely noticed tonight, though.”

Again, he reached out and took the bottle off your hands. Then, the detective took a sip, not breaking eye contact. Now he was making you feel nervous.

He was getting comfortable with you. Jackpot.

“I guess we both know why we ended up here.” You said with courage, licking your lips unconsciously when you saw him licking the remains of the beer that were wetting his lips.

“Do we?” Hardy chuckled.

You took the bottle. Again. Seemed like a little game, like a little fight over some beer. An excuse to touch hands.

“I think we do.” You nodded a few times slowly, enough to convince him.

Alec looked down to his feet and then back at you. But he couldn’t stand the silence, the tension. That tension he hadn’t felt in years. It made him anxious and even unsure.

Instead of breaking that silence, he decided to take the bottle off your hands again. But you gripped it harder.

When the detective realized that, he frowned. But on the corner of his mouth there was a tiny curve. A smirk.

“Come on, lass. Let it go.” He insisted, trying hard not to blush. The feel of your fingers against his palm was killing him.

You wouldn’t give it up. So he decided to resort to a different approach.

The man stared right into your eyes, and the smirk grew more devious. He pulled the bottle slowly towards him, making you come closer. The couch was getting smaller all of a sudden.

Your knees touched. And he lost it.

Hardy let go of his grip on the bottle just to be able to put his hands on the nape of your neck, making both your heads almost collide against each other. His nose was brushing yours, and your mouth watered.

Without words or questions, he pulled you into a kiss. It was soft at first, although it grew sloppy and wet quickly. In his head, the detective was screaming at himself to be patient; it was his first kiss after a long, long time.

Tongues intertwined and a bottle of beer in between your bodies, you both learned to relax and give in slowly, letting the passion accommodate.

Once the kiss was over and some soft panting appeared while your foreheads touched, you spoke;

“That bottle… it’s been empty for ten minutes.” You whispered barely audible, with a soft laughter.

“I know.” Hardy admitted.

[should-david-be-there]

david tennant w just a regular, completely normal, definitely not a stooge, audience member/hen party member/international tourist/loud snack eater/stalls row j seat 1 occupant

[princeloww]

hiya on my tiny tennant blog - im so sorry if your ask has been sitting in the inbox for AGEES I've been majorly busy (and majorly sick) so haven't gotten around to a lot of them yet. there are also some that i have to wait to actually do so please bear that in mind.*

*for example, there's a fair/carnival one which sounds super cute/fun but the next funfair isn't in my town until summer

thank you for the asks and sorry for the huge wait!!!! @thetinytennant

[tinyalechardy]

The mini one is alarmed by you too. He wants to know where you came from and how you exists.

He wants to know if you like wafer cookies and if you have a Miller too?

Have you ever been arrested

Mini you wants to know

No. I'm a bit alarmed by the mini one.

[tinyalechardy]

Hes okay guys. He's okay! He got some wafer cookies last night and a stern phone call from Miller