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kiiwiigii · 8 months

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Misunderstandings

Alec x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader is under the impression that her mate, Alec, wants nothing to do with her. He decides to prove her wrong.

Warnings:

Smutty, smut, smut, smut

Blood kink

Dom/Sub vibes

Alec speaking in Italian

I suck at summaries.

Word Count: 3,499

A/N: Requested by the ever lovely @rosedpetal Alec isn't as dark as I wanted him to be, but there's always next time. *wink, wink*

I remember the moment our eyes met. That luscious pull, full of want and desire. A red string of fate, pulling and pulling until finally, we were right there before each other. I had heard of him, of course. The witch twins had quite the reputation in the vampire world, just how they liked to keep it.

He simply stared, slightly taken aback and just as surprised as I was. To top it off, we were on opposite sides of what could have easily become a battlefield. I had been called in as a witness for the Cullens. I was somewhat of an anomaly. Only one of three known human and vampire hybrids, including Bella and Edward's child.

When Aro had extended his hand, it was all over. I was kindly invited to stay in Voltera, with Alec. Everyone was well aware of the fact that the invitation was more of an order, and I accepted. I had wanted to be near him anyways. Who wouldn't want to be near their mate?

Well, apparently mine.

I had been here for nearly three months, and he avoided me like the plague.

When we did speak, our conversations were short and stilted, and he usually wore a pained expression.

And then I heard the conversation.

I had been looking through the books on the upper floor of the library, hoping that considering all the books here, there was a section with modern day thrillers. I needed something to keep me sane.

I heard his voice from below.

"Master Marcus?"

"Alec." Marcus answered, voice soft.

"Is there any way to change it?"

I backed away from the railing slowly, pressing my back into the shelves. I could still see them both from my position, their silhouettes highlighted by the large fire in the center of the library.

"This is the second time you have asked me this, Alec." There was a warning in Marcus' tone that I had never heard before. "My answer has not changed."

"But she's part human!" Alec growled.

They were talking about me. I clasped my hands over my mouth in an effort to keep quiet, but I couldn't stop the tears. My mate didn't want me.

Marcus stood suddenly. "Be happy that you have a mate at all, boy."

Alec suddenly stiffened and looked right at me. Perhaps he smelled my tears, or maybe he finally heard the slow beat of my heart. A flurry of emotions flitted across his face, but I didn't bother to see what he landed on. Instead, I fled, for once using my vampiric speed to seek refuge in my room.

I've been hiding here for a week now. I think it's been a week; I was already losing track of time.

"Y/N?" There was a knock at the door, following the sound of Demetri's voice filtering through.

"Yes?"

"You're not naked, are you?"

The door opened slowly, and Demetri peeked his head in with a cheeky grin, before frowning as he took in the sight of me. I was sure I looked a hot mess, bundled up in a nest of comforters on the floor next to my bookshelves.

"Hey 'Metri." I sat up, giving him a small smile.

"Hey, love." He walked over before sitting on his haunches net to me. "Everyone is worried about you. No one's seen you in a week."

"'M fine."

He gave me a dubious look and I rolled my eyes and wrapped myself back up in my covers, picking up the book I'd discarded. "I'm fine, Demetri."

"When was the last time you ate?"

I paused, thinking and then shrugged. I couldn't remember. I just ate when I felt hungry.

"Well, we can't very well have you starve. Come on." He stood up and held out a hand.

"I'm fine, Demetri."

"And you're a liar, now come on."

I plopped down in my little nest out of frustration, purposely burrowing myself deeper into the covers.

"You can't make me."

"Wow, for someone who's- what? Sixty years old? You're such a child."

I glared up at him.

"I'm an adult and can take care of myself."

"Demetri, what are you doing with my mate?"

Demetri's back went ramrod straight and I immediately hid under the covers. Okay, maybe I was acting a little bit like a child. I hadn't spoken with Alec since the library incident, and I wasn't very keen to talk to him now. I peeked out from under the covers a little.

"I'm making sure that Y/N is taken care of." Demetri's voice was neutral, but I could hear the anger lying just underneath. "Something you have been failing to do since she arrived."

I gasped, wide-eyed. Demetri was treading on very thin ice. I couldn't imagine Alec taking too kindly to being challenged. Alec was quiet for a long moment, tense as he looked at Demetri.

"I can admit when I am in the wrong."

The words came haltingly, and the look on Alec's face was caught somewhere between a chastised schoolboy and sucking on a lemon.

"Thank you for taking care of her in my absence. Please leave, I can take over from here."

Demetri nodded his head, and casting one last concerned look in my direction, he left.

Alec looked at me, and I was surprised to see a look of concern on his own face. His next comment took me by surprise.

"Why are you on the floor, when you have a bed?"

"I'm aware I have a perfectly good bed. I just prefer the floor."

"What about the couch?"

"Not the same."

"That cannot be comfortable for you."

"Since when did you care about my comfort?" I snapped. "I'm just a mutt remember?"

Alec's eyes darkened.

"Watch your tone girl. You may be my mate, but I will not tolerate disrespect, even from you."

My shoulders deflated, hiding my face in my hands. "I think it'd be best for me to just leave."

"No." He followed Demetri's earlier move, and sat down on his haunches, arms resting on his knees.

"No?" I glared at him.

"You belong to me. You are my mate, and it is safer for you to be here."

"Excuse me?? You've made it clear that you don't want anything to do with me."

"It is simply because you are part human."

"Simply? Simply? News flash, Alec. You were once a human too!"

I found myself suddenly on my back, him hovering above me, with his arms caging me in. His eyes turned pitch black.

"I am all too aware of what I once was." He hissed.

"I- I can't change what I am." I could feel the tears starting to form and spill over. "If I could, if it would get you to accept me, then I would. But I shouldn't have to."

Alec jerked back slightly, wide-eyed.

"You are right." He pressed his forehead to mine. "And if I was a better man, I would not have wished for it."

He began licking away at my tears and I froze, barely daring to breathe.

"What- what are you doing?"

"Taking care of my mate. And you are mine. I will not let you go, and I will make sure that you are taken care of just as the status the mate of an elite guard deserves." I shivered when he finished, giving a small, chaste kiss to my forehead. "It seems that I have much to make up for."

Alec kissed me then. Slow and soft, pulling me out from the cocoon and sweeping me up to sit on the little couch in my sitting area. I felt oddly exposed as he pulled me in to straddle him, his back leaning into the soft cushions.

"And you- you accept me? Just like that?" I couldn't disguise the anger in my voice, a little thrown off by our new position but still pissed off.

There was a long silence as he searched for the proper words.

"That day, in the library… I had a long talk with Master Marcus. Are you aware of his story?"

I nodded. If there was something I had learned during my first few short months here, it was that Demetri and Felix were like a group of gossiping teenage girls.

"Then you can understand his demeanor. He misses her every day, and I know that I have neglected you and treated you rather…"

"Horribly?" I finished for him, and he smiled.

"I think horrible is an understatement."

"I think I must agree." I grumbled.

He let out a chuckle before letting his eyes roam over me again. "While I hold Master Marcus in high respect, I do not wish to be like him. I do not want to make the mistake of taking you for granted. You were made for me, and I you. The Fates do not make mistakes."

"Despite my being what I am?"

I found that hard to believe.

"Yes." He said quietly, but this time he didn't look me in the eyes.

I tensed around him, and I felt his grip tighten on my waist.

He was lying, but perhaps not for the reason I thought. My eyes widened in realization, and I relaxed against him.

"You know what I think?" I hummed quietly.

He looked at me from under his lashes, raising his brow ever so slightly, eyes dark with challenge. I should probably tread carefully but fuck it. I let a shaky hand run through his hair and he tilted his head back to look at me, exposing his throat. I let my other hand cup his neck, running my thumb along his jawline.

"I think that maybe… you're scared. And you have no idea how to handle it. That's what you ended up talking with Master Marcus about, isn't it? Because I'm weaker than a full-fledged vampire. Am I right? You think I can't protect myself."

Boom. Judging from the look in his eyes and the surprise on his face I had hit the nail on the head.

"You are oddly perceptive."

"Sometimes."

He paused again.

"I do not wish to lose you. I am sure word has already gotten out that one of the witch twins has a mate. I have basically painted a target on your back."

"One that I am more than willing to wear, so long as you never treat me like this again."

He relaxed and began to let his hands wander in light caresses, leaning in to give me another kiss, this one just as soft as the last.

"Never again."

"Good."

I could feel my heart swell.

"I have missed your presence." He whispered, his lips barely grazing mine. "I have missed seeing you in the castle." Kiss. "Seeing your beautiful face looking around in wonder." Kiss. "Seeing you laugh." Kiss. "And I have missed you. You have no idea how often I have imagined you here." Kiss. "In my arms." Kiss. "And even in my bed." Kiss.

Woah, woah, woah. What?

He grinned darkly at the look on my face. "Oh yes, darling. I have imagined you in my bed from the very beginning. In more positions than you could possibly imagine."

Had I not been pretty much immortal I think I would have died.

"I have imagined all of the different ways to claim you, and make sure that everyone knows you are mine." He whispered in my ear, nipping at my earlobe before sucking on it softly.

This is not where I pictured today going. I wriggled a little bit, feeling my nipples harden almost painfully. This was not fair.

"Careful, love." His voice was strained, and I felt him grow hard beneath me.

"You started it." I nearly squeaked.

"And I would like to finish it."

His hands were cold against my midsection, and I was suddenly very, very aware of the fact that I was dressed only in an oversized t-shirt and panties. He kept his eyes trained on my face, watching for every little reaction.

"If you don't want this, I can stop." He breathed, rubbing slow circles on my waist with his thumbs.

"Trying to come up with excuses, Alec?"

For whatever God forsaken reason I felt like needling him and pushing his buttons. A part of the back of my brain told me that was really fucking dumb, but I wanted to see what he would do.

He growled and squeezed my waist in warning.

"I think I recall telling you to watch yourself earlier."

Oh my.

"You said to watch my tone." I raised a challenging brow.

His hands dug into my waist now, and I was certain I would have bruises there in the morning.

"Amore." Another growl of warning.

I simply leaned in to kiss him, happy to finally have my mate here with me. Knowing that he didn’t really hate me but wanted to keep me safe. He was just being a dumbass about it.

He let out a little groan as our lips met. I let my kisses roam downwards, over his cheek and to his neck, nipping and licking. His hands drifted up, thumbing over my nipples before giving them a rather hard pinch. I sucked in a harsh breath, leaning on his shoulder and grinding my hips downward. He let out a pleasured hiss, giving my nipples another pinch and smoothing his thumbs over them.

"Arms up." He demanded.

I did as he asked, and he pulled off my shirt. I immediately crossed my arms over my ample bosom, suddenly self-conscious.

"Hands behind your back, darling."

I looked at him startled. "What?"

"I will not have you hiding from me, nor will I repeat myself."

My heart leapt at his words, gripping my arms tighter.

"Sorry, it's just…"

He frowned and slowly took my hands, lowering them down until I was completely exposed from the waist up.

"You are not to be ashamed, and I will not stand for it. You are my mate. You are stunning." He said softly.

He ran his hands over my skin again, his lips following right behind with a lightness that I almost couldn't detect. And not in a sexual way, although I could still feel his hardness underneath me, but in a reverent way. Worshipping. He cupped the back of my neck and brought me in for another kiss, deeper this time.

"Now love, hands behind your back. I will not tell you again." He rasped, one hand sliding around the front of my neck and the other brushing against one of my nipples.

He gave my neck a light squeeze in warning, his thumb brushing over my jugular. This time I did as I was told, and his lips twisted into a grin that could rival the devil's.

"Good girl."

I sucked in a breath. Oh fuck.

He kept watching me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, a little dazed.

"You have to say it aloud, Y/N."

"Yes." I breathed.

"If we need to stop at any point, tell me."

"Okay."

"You are a fast learner, aren't you?" He leaned in, close to my ear. "I like that."

His hand left my throat, and he went back to cupping my breasts, kneading them softly before he bent his head and gave one a long lick, right over the nipple. Then he proceeded to suck one into his mouth, teeth edging along the sides.

"Alec." I moaned, throwing my head back.

I couldn't help it when my hips started grinding, but Alec immediately put a stop to that.

"The only pleasure you will get, is what I allow you to have."

A thrill went through me, and I opened my mouth to protest but it came out as a whine instead when he kissed me, tongue running along my lip and slipping past into my warm mouth. I then let out a shocked moan when his hands traveled further south, slipping his fingers into my panties and coming to rest on my soaked mound.

He rubbed teasingly, fingers finding my clit. Round and round and round. I squirmed against him, obscenely wet noises coming from below as he slipped two fingers inside me. His fingers began pumping in and out of me, combined with rubbing my clit, I could barely stand it.

Flushed, I pulled back a little, panting against his lips.

"Please." I whined.

"Please what?"

"Alec!"

"I want to hear you say it, Y/N."

"Alec. Please. Fuck. Me."

His eyes dilated at the sound of his name.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, I could hear the sound of something ripping, and realized that my panties were torn to shreds and dangling precariously from my hips. My warm, wet heat was exposed to the cool air, and his pants were undone, his cock out, with precum already leaking out of the tip. I panted like a whore in heat at the sight of him, eyes glazed and desperate.

He brushed his cock through my slick folds, completely in control. Then he slowly lowered me, my tight folds giving way and I let out a long moan of pleasure when he bottomed out. He was huge. I wasn't sure how he even managed to fit, or how he was going to be able to move. His arms circled around me, grasping my backside firmly.

"You managed to take my cock like a good girl. Now let's see how well you handle it."

"Wait, wait!"

He paused, looking up at me with concern.

"Can- can I move my hands now?" I pleaded.

He smirked. "No."

He thrusted his hips up without warning and I gave a shriek of pleasure. His pace was fairly brutal, and I loved every second of it. He kept sucking and licking at my neck, leaving a trail of dark, bruising love bites, and my nipples scrapped against his shirt. The pleasure was almost too overwhelming, it made the walls of my pussy clench around him.

"That's a good girl. So tight for me." He groaned into my neck. "How does it feel, taking my cock? To have me stretching you out?"

Oh fuuuuuck.

Alec was a dirty talker and I fucking loved it.

He pounded into me without mercy, and I could start to feel that delicious heat building down low.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

I didn't realize that I had been chanting aloud until Alec let out a dark chuckle.

"Please." I begged.

He seemed to break.

"Hang on to me."

My hands immediately went to grab his shoulders, clutching at his shirt. I was pretty sure I heard a rip, but I was too lost in the sensation of being, you know, fucked out of my mind. One of his hands slipped down low again, his deft fingers circling my clit.

"Vieni per me, tesoro." He then proceeded to bite into my neck, right in the dip where it met my shoulder, and the sharp pain sent a wave of pleasure through me.

Mixing with the pleasure of his cock and the stimulation of my clit it was enough to send me crashing over the edge. I came hard, Alec's mouth muffling my own, swallowing my cries. His hands tangled in my hair, giving it a light pull. I could taste my blood in his mouth, and I found that I liked it. I swiped my tongue over his lips to get more.

Alec let out a surprised gasp, pulling back, his hips slowing down to shallow thrusts. His face was smeared with a little of my blood, and I leaned back in, giving him a lick before delving back into his mouth with a kiss, enjoying the taste of him and my blood mixed.

"Fuck." He groaned against my lips.

I dared to take a bit of control and ground down hard, making sure to squeeze the walls of my pussy to the point where he almost couldn't move.

"Fuck!"

Alec went rigid and then spasmed as he came.

We stayed like that, breathing hard for a moment, before he finally pulled out of me with an obscenely wet popping noise. I blushed and he simply gave me a grin. An actual grin instead of the devilish one I had come to know.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I nodded quickly, practically glowing with happiness.

"Words, amore."

I giggled. "Yes, love. More than okay."

"Good, because I'm ready to have you moaning my name again." He whispered, licking away the blood I had smeared on my own face. "Preferably in my bed."

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Translations (Provided via Google): Vieni per me, tesoro.: Come for me, darling. Amore: Love

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Starved (Alec Hardy)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are: open and encouraged

Summary: Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

CW: oral (reader receiving), no pronouns but reader does have a vagina, vaginal fingering, squirting, overstimulation

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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There was just something about the way that Alec spoke that enraptured you. The accent, the way his lips moved around the words. His tongue. God, Alec’s tongue. The amount of time you had spent fantasising about having Alec’s tongue buried inside you was, well, ridiculous.

“Eh, love? You alright? Not sayin’ much.”

You’re only pulled about halfway out of the trance when you reply-

“Sorry- thinking about your tongue.” It only takes a further second for you to snap completely out of it and realise what you’ve just said. “Oh, shit.”

Your cheeks go beet red and you slap a hand over your face in mild horror. Alec’s not usually a cocky bastard, but the way a smirk twists its way across his lips just drips with sin. Your breath hitches and Alec’s fingers reach out to caress up your thigh. Unconsciously, your leg twitches into his fingers. A silent plea for more.

“What ‘bout it? Huh? Thinkin’ ‘bout my tongue?”

You bite your lip as his grin turns darker. You nod, and his fingers trail up your thigh towards your sides. He moves closer. You can see the bulge growing in his trousers. It’s all you can do not to whimper- the memories of having him buried inside you to the hilt, fucking into you- oh this had to stop. But then again, you didn’t want it to.

“Yeah,” you reply breathily. “God, I want your tongue on my clit.”

Alec chuckles at your bold statement. Now that was unexpected of you.

“Spread your fuckin’ legs then, darlin’,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A moment later he’s beside you and pulling your chair away from the table. You let out a sound that’s halfway between a whimper and a yelp and spread your legs for him as he kicks your feet apart softly.

Another moment and he’s between your legs, spreading your folds with his fingers and licking a flat stripe up your clit. You groan, sinking back in the chair and you feel the puff of air hit your core as he chuckles at your reaction.

“Please, Alec?”

Alec doesn’t make you beg. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucks it into his mouth and flicks the tip of his tongue back and forth over you mercilessly. His fingers reach around to grip at your ass and tug you closer to the edge of the chair. He eats you like a man starved, salivating at the taste of your pretty little cunt.

“Oh, I could eat you for days,” he groans, breaking away to catch his breath. Your hips wiggle as the stimulation stops and as recompense, he pushes two fingers inside you, eyes entranced by the view of them inside you. Your cunt clenches around them and he laughs. “You like that, eh? Bet you do. Love having your pretty pussy stuffed like this.”

Your head drops back against the chair and you spread your legs impossibly wider. Alec approves if the way he crooks his fingers just right for you is any idea.

Another moment and his fingers are pulling out and his tongue is replacing them. Alec has to press himself as close to your flesh as possible to get his tongue as far as he can into your hole. You cry out, fingers digging into his scalp and holding him there.

Alec flicks his tongue inside you and rubs the tip of his nose against your clit as he does so. You keen, thighs trembling with the effort of not closing around his head and popping his eardrums.

One of his hands snakes around your thigh so his thumb can rub at your swollen clit.

“Fuh-huh-uuck,” you moan, grinding your hips against his mouth and thumb. He feels so good, and there’s no way you’re not going to cum on his tongue in the next few seconds. “Fuck, Alec- shit- I’m- I’m close. God, please.”

Alec laughs into your cunt as best he can with his tongue buried halfway into your core and he moves his thumb faster. You twitch and shake as the stimulation brings you closer and closer before-

“Oh, God- fucking fuck- fuck, Alec!”

Your fingers yank against his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue as you ride out your high. Waves of pleasure roll over you while the continuing stimulation on your clit makes you shudder and twitch.

He pulls his face away from your sopping cunt once he’s had his fill of your pussy and you grin tiredly at the blissful, wet mess that is his face. You can see your slick on his cheeks and chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his spare hand. The sight of him panting, eyes black with lust does things to you.

All of a sudden, his fingers are rubbing against your clit again hard and fast. You yelp, hips twisting to try and get away from the overstimulation. He tuts and refuses to relent. Your hips buck off the chair, fingers white-knuckling the edge of the table.

And you cum again. But this time, you do the unthinkable and squirt. All over him. You’re shocked through the haze of pure pleasure coursing through your system, though it doesn’t stop you from making sounds a porn star wishes they could emulate. He’s grinning like a loon, rubbing at your clit like a man possessed until you have to basically all but kick him off you.

The noise that escapes him sounds quite like disbelief, and while the main thing you can focus on is the pulsing of your overstimulated clit, you still manage a shaky “shut up.”

“Never,” is his reply.

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soulless-bex · 1 month

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was listening to music while driving, as one does, when my brain, the silly little thing goes:

wouldn’t it be funny if dick grayson killed the joker (who stays dead because he deserves to be) for killing jason and goes through a whole breakdown over whether or not jason would approve of what he did, ultimately deciding that no, jason the happy robin would not be happy with his big brother, no matter how strained their relationship may have been before his death, killing a man out of revenge

cue jason as red hood, pre identify reveal, asking nightwing about what happened to the joker (because of course bruce had it covered up, because in his twisted little mind, a vigilante permanently taking out the mass murderer who is singlehandedly the number one cause of death in gotham would break the gothamites’ trust in them). nightwing admits, because since the joker is dead jason doesn’t have a reason to push the dramatics as much, he’s just fucking with the bats and keeping crime alley safe, and jason has his turn at a breakdown because he just found out someone actually avenged him

emotional reunion. everyone is happy. the end.

#yes it was If I Killed Someone For You by alec benjamin that brought this on #yes i almost made myself cry while i was DRIVING #yes i know it’s unsafe. no my brain doesn’t know that. obviously.#dc fanfiction #dc fanfic prompt #nightwing #dick grayson #jason todd #red hood #the joker dies. fuck him.#i should write that. try my hand at a little angst #but for now it will exist as this silly little prompt and make people suffer on tumblr #both from the story and from the fact that it doesn’t (as far as im aware) exist in fic format #fanfic prompt #music makes my brain go brrr #overactive imagination #its a problem at this point #but lets ignore that

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mayfieldss · 8 months

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Hate is a strong word - Alec Hardy

Warnings: me writing for another old man, language, mentions of crime??? not spell checked or proofread

Summary: Alec hates everyone. He hates everything, even the ground he stands on, so it would make sense that he disliked you just as much, right?

It had been a long day for Alec Hardy. One full of bright smiles from strangers that made his skin crawl in disbelief, and people with little to no thoughts when he needed assistance at work. Not that he would properly admit he needed assistance, but rather resources to speed up what seemed to be a never-ending process.

You'd been with him for an extensive part of the day too, wandering about the place and sifting through evidence and information rather silently. You weren't usually so quiet, but today there was a shift, an empty gap where your voice should have been, playing against Alec's ears.

He doesn't say anything about it. He knows he should, that it is what a real friend would do, but is he your friend? He's not quite sure where the line is drawn, especially when the relationships he's had in the past—the ones where coworkers became more—had ended badly.

Besides, Alec hadn't been the best friend or coworker lately, to anyone, let alone you. He'd been stressed, and still is, yelling out to people who had little to no common sense when it came to solving a crime. He understood if you didn't want to speak to him, and everyone else in the offices had resorted to silence when he passed, but he did in fact like your voice surrounding him when he was thinking too much. He was always thinking too much.

"Y'alright?" he dares to ask, glancing up from the computer screen only briefly to make sure you've heard him. You seem startled, and nod quickly, as though you'd not wanted him to notice something was off. As if you'd not expected him to notice, which seems to make Alec feel worse.

"Yeah, m'fine." you send him something of a smile, though it doesn't seem entirely real, or reassuring. The attempt was made though, and Alec decides that it's best not to push things. He should push it, he thinks, he should check on you properly, like a normal and reasonable person. But he doesn't.

You knew Alec wasn't easy to get along with, though that didn't stop you from trying. He was the living embodiment of pessimism, and even then you were willing—willing to try and be a friend, a companion in the harsh reality that was your workplace. But after a while it could get tiring, and you weren't stupid. When Alec was mad, it wasn't worth the fight.

Today, you stayed silent, tired and unwilling to befriend someone who didn't want the mere contact of another human being in the current moment, if at all. And somehow, you saw a change in him. Only small, but there.

He'd raised his head, and asked how you were. You weren't sure what to do with that, and you'd answered how you would anyone, an unconvincing but reasonable answer that anyone who asks said question wants to hear.

And then there was quiet, a heavy peace between the both of you as you worked.

You had expected it all to end there, but the next day it all seemed to return in a wave of repetitiveness similar to that of television advertisements. Alec walked at your side, a sway in his step as he looked out toward the ocean, arms swinging in a pattern as he set the pace. He always walked fast, and it probably wasn't that good for him, not that he cared.

"You sure you're alright?" he isn't looking at you as he's says it, he's scared to do that, to make it too formal, too pointed. He also knows the question startles you a little, just as it had done the day before.

"Why d'you keep asking me that?" the frown that creases your forehead is one Alec now acknowledges as he shifts his gaze to your face, unsure how to answer.

"You're not acting like yourself—like usual." he puts it simply, plainly, hoping he can get through just enough emotion to make the statement substantial.

"I told you I was fine."

"Yeah, but it didn't sound like the truth, did it?" He doesn't want to turn this into a fight. It shouldn't have to be a fight because he shouldn't care enough to make it one, but he does.

"Because when a coworker asks how you are, they don't really want to know." You sound more agitated than you should. It's just a question, but it's the kind of question a lot of people don't like to be asked, you included. Alec doesn't like the subject either when it applies to him. He's avoided giving an answer of his own when you've asked him many times before.

"But I do want to know!" at some point Alec stopped walking, destination long forgotten in favor of this moment. You pause yourself, turning to him with nothing less than the purest frustration.

"Why on earth would you want to know?" the genuine confusion that laces the words is like a cut against Alec's skin, though he doesn't let himself bleed. It may have been dawning on him, just how much his distant personality affected others. "You hate it here, in this town with these people, with me and the office and the ocean. You hate everything!" Something's come over you, something you've been wanting to say for a while. "I never understood why you couldn't be happy for more than a second. I actually don't think I've seen you smile once since you came here, and I tried so hard to be your friend on this case, because god forbid I let you drown yourself in loneliness. But you never give anything back, so why do you want to know how I am?"

"Because I don't hate you," he doesn't dare say it too loud, because honestly he finds some embarrassment in the fact. Not that he enjoys your company but that he has only just made this realization now. "I tried to though, believe me. But I couldn't."

That forces you to focus and fall into a short silence. One that allows Alec time to say more, though he doesn't have much else on his mind. "So, how are you?"

There's a moment where you don't say anything, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore accompanies the light smile that begins to creep upon your lips. It's a gentle kind of grin, as though your pleased with yourself at long last, before you mumble a response.

"I'm a lot better now."

To that Alec allows himself to chuckle, taking the first step to start your journey once more. "Good. Now, let's get going before this gets sappy."

He has to move on from it fast, because god forbid he let his feelings catch up to him again. Though he does feel a little better, knowing you're okay.

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alecvolturiswifeforever · 2 months

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Valentine’s day blurbs 💌 (A.V, D.V, F.V, J.V)

warnings: none!

a/n: happy valentine’s day! mwah kisses for you all💋💋

(no one understands how HARD it is to figure out different scenarios for each character without them seeming similar. these were also written at 2AM… sorry if this sucks!)

Alec:

ʚɞ

“Hello my love”

Your giggles quickly turned into loud laughs as Alec pulls you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck to stable yourself as he manages to burrow his head into the crook of your neck softly pressing kisses onto the supple skin.

“How was your day?” You speak softly, stroking his hair and pressing a delicate kiss to his temple. He lifts his head to press a kiss to your lips in return before he answers… hesitantly.

“It was… fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Mhmm”

A moment of silence washes over you both before you narrow your eyes at him.

“What are you hiding?”

You raise an eyebrow at his… apathy and he breaks his stoic facade, the expression being replaced by his signature smirk.

“I cannot keep anything from you, can I?” He groans loudly, tipping his head back “…I have a surprise for you.”

The way your eyes light up makes him smile at you softly, brushing a hand to stroke your cheek “You do?”

“I do, however it requires you to close your eyes.” You huff in frustration but do as you are told regardless. You feel him stand with you in his arms, bridal style, accidently letting out a squeal. He chuckles at you before speeding up to the door of your shared chambers, placing you on your feet.

He guides you to enter before softly whispering, coaxing you to open your eyes. Your mouth drops open at the sight in front of you. The room was lit by soft twinkling fairy lights, surrounding the ceiling and draping across the fireplace which was already lit and warming the room. The largest of couches was set up with blanket and cushions, TV already on and at the ready. Next to the couch a small bowl of your favourite sweet treats sat, as well as a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

You felt your face form a pout as happy tears filled your eyes, turning to wrap your arms around him gently.

“You like it? I was thinking we can relax and have a bath together, and then we can watch some movies… whatever you want..” He whispers softly. You pull away and wipe your eyes, making him pout at you gently.

“I love it! I love you! You’re so cute when you’re all soft like this.” You squeal as he abruptly throws you over his shoulder and onto the bed, climbing atop of you and grazing his teeth playfully along the column of your neck.

“You better not let anyone hear you say that, or I’ll eat you.”

ʚɞ

Demetri:

ʚɞ

You were woken by soft kisses pressed to your shoulder, drifting across your neck and up your cheek. A soft yawn comes from your lips as you sit up, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

Demetri remains laying next to you, gazing up at you with nothing but love in his eyes. He softly strokes your hip as he smiles.

“Good morning, tesoro. Happy Valentine’s Day.” He speaks softly and you groan, falling into his chest and snuggling back into him. He chuckles at you before sitting you up again and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He pouts at you playfully and just narrowly avoids you swipe at him in response. “Come, you have to get up. I intend to spoil you today.”

“You spoil me everyday!” You whine “It’s too early!”

“My love it’s ten in the morning. I already let you sleep in today. You can’t sleep the whole day away-“ You interrupt with a groan and he laughs at you. “Just for me? Please?”

You make the mistake of peeking up at him, seeing the puppy eyes he is giving you. You melt at the sight, forcing yourself to sit up and wake up for the day. Only then do you notice two suitcases packed by the door, quickly turning to raise an eyebrow at him. Surely he does not have to leave for a mission - a long mission - on today of all days?

“Where you going?” You question and he sends you a wink before pulling you close.

“Where are we going.” He corrects, brushing your hair back from your face.

“We?” You gasp before hopping onto his lap, let’s either side of his own “Where? Where? Tell me!”

“It’s a surprise, I’m sure you’ll love it.” He smirks before leaning closer. “But first, I wouldn’t mind a little indulging for a moment, hm?”

His lips ghosts your own and you melt into him, putty in his hands. You place your hands gently on his chest, feeling his own massaging soft circles upon your waist before drifting down to your hips.

“Yes sir..”

ʚɞ

Felix:

ʚɞ

“Love! … Felix! … Felix!” You try to gain his attention and he holds a hand out, asking for your patience with the phone still pressed to his ear. You pout as said hand cups your face, brushing your lower lip gently and travelling down to stroke your jaw. Soft tingles run across your body as he does so, the blaze of arousal beginning to ignite in your lower stomach yet again.

The two of you had been staying for a few weeks away in Paris, perfectly aligning with Valentine’s Day (you were almost one hundred percent certain Felix had planned it that way, though he would never admit it) and the two of you had to… hold back. You didn’t not want to destroy another hotel room with your antics. After a few more excruciating minutes, he finally put the phone down. You practically pounced on him. He caught you, hands beneath you to hold you up as you pressed kisses to his face.

“My love, you need to start getting ready.”

You pulled back in alarm: “Ready for what?”

He placed you on your feet, pulling the sleep shirt you were wearing over your head, softly grazing his cold fingers across your collarbones and down your ribcage.

“Well… firstly we are going sightseeing-“

“Where?!”

“Wherever you want to go, pretty girl, and then I will be taking you shopping. We have some very special plans for tonight.”

“What kind of special plans?” You eyed him skeptically, wondering where his mind was heading.

“Plans that require you to wear one of those fancy dresses I adore seeing you in… though perhaps I shall treat you to something much more enticing for me to see you in later. That is all I will be revealing. Hurry along, mia dolce ragazza. We have places to be”

Your face flushes a deep red at his innuendo, though you knew he wasn’t kidding. If there was one thing Felix loved even more than you, it was spoiling you. And that is exactly what he planned to do.

ʚɞ

Jane:

ʚɞ

It seems as if your mate was avoiding you… and if the flower arrangement followed by the sweet message she had placed directly next to the beautiful bouquet was enough to go by, you would say she was rather embarrassed. She was never one to be a loving partner to say the least. Though even she knew the occasion called for it.

It seemed every attempt you made at stalking her down, she managed to figure out and evade you once more. You had no other option. Slowly, you snuck up on her as she stood outside the training room, pressing her into one of the alcoves suddenly in order not to be seen (she would absolutely die of embarrassment if you were caught canoodling like two teenagers) and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, wrapping your arms around her small frame.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love” You mumbled into her shoulder, pressing closer to her as she hummed in acknowledgment. You felt her wrap her own arms around you, and smiled softly to yourself. “Thank you for my flowers this morning.”

You felt her smile against your neck, only for a moment, and you pulled her away to watch her face gently. She mumbled out a soft ‘you’re welcome’, though judging by the way she avoided your eyes, you knew that if she could blush she would be the brightest shade of red.

You giggled at her and she scowled at you.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you…” You tease and her frown deepens.

“Amore…”

“I��m sorry you’re just too cute when you’re like this.”

She growls at you, one of her dainty hands moving up to grip your jaw. A whimper escapes you, although your smile widens as she glares at you before sighing, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

“I am like this with you and only you. No one else is to know.” You roll your eyes, kissing her gently again.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re evil. I know”

ʚɞ

tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen

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dspd · 3 months

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What if Hardison naming his van Lucille is a shout-out to watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air after school and, like a lot of latchkey/lonely kids, forming an attachment to Uncle Phil while daydreaming about being wanted and loved and chosen, the way a lot of kids in the system feel.

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#alec hardison #leverage #I can see him writing self insert and hurt/comfort found family fanfic #like yes he has Nana but i think he wanted an uncle Phil if he couldn't have a dad

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modrntravlr · 4 months

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i drew curtains closed - alec hardy

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

cw: vague references to sex (like the vaguest) during literal showering together

summary: When Alec finds out you've been sick after not seeing you for a few days, he takes a step back from work to comfort you and nurse you back to health.

Title from The Great War by Taylor Swift

wc: 3.1K

In all honesty, Alec had been planning on paying a visit to your flat that evening since he woke up that morning. He had spent yet another late night at the station, swearing he was close to a break and would come across something he had missed if he only put in a couple more hours of reviewing the statements he and Miller had taken so far. It was by no means unusual behaviour from him, but since you two had started seeing each other, he tried his best not to go more than a day without taking a break to see you, even if it meant just grabbing a quick lunch together, and if he didn’t get to see you today, it would’ve been his third full day away from you. Just like he did every morning, he sent you a message, this time ending it with the promise of seeing you that evening, even if it meant showing up at your doorstep long after the sun had gone down. He knew it was unfair to you, being put on the back burner simply because he was in the midst of one of his unhealthy work obsessions.

As far as Alec was concerned, the morning passed by as normal as any other morning would. He got ready for work as quickly as his body would allow him to, and set off back to the station, after only a couple hours of sleep, where he met up with Miller and the rest of his team, debriefing them on his findings from the night before and calling out assignments. He and Miller would be out most of the day, poking around every crevice of the small town that they could find, leaving no stone unturned. Also like most mornings, he kept his phone in his coat pocket, never taking it out knowing that any calls or messages from his team would come through Miller. It wasn’t until they finally decided to take a break to grab some lunch that he gave his phone a thought, pulling it out to see if he had received any calls or messages from either you or perhaps Daisy. Like most days, there had been nothing from Daisy–she only seemed to reach out to him when she wanted something, or had gotten into a fight with her mother, pleading for him to side with her and tell Tess that she was being unreasonable, even though she knows he’d never contradict her parenting decisions. Unlike most days, however, there hadn’t been a reply from you to his message that he had sent that morning, nor had there been a missed call or voicemail. Despite being a bit unusual, Alec didn’t give too much thought to it, quickly deciding you must have slept in late and had to rush off to work, or maybe your work day had just been busy, leaving you with no time to check your phone or fashion a response. He returned his phone back to its usual space in his coat after sending another short message letting you know he still had every intention of seeing you that evening.

The afternoon had been just as normal as the morning. Some people from his team had come across a witness that they had initially missed, and they without hesitation went to the station and gave Alec their official statement. With a success like that and eager to see you, he sent his team home early with the promise of a hard day’s work tomorrow before returning to his office to finish up the last of the urgent paperwork regarding the witness statement and tidying his desk. When all work was accounted for and all sensitive documents filed away under lock and key, not to be surveyed until he returned to them in the morning, he left the station. As he got into his car, allowing the engine to warm up and tossing his coat into the passenger seat, he once again pulled out his phone, this time finding a message from Daisy asking if he could please convince Tess to give her permission to go to a concert that weekend with some friends from school, to which he replied he was not in objection to, however her mother, as always, had the final say. To not have heard from you for one morning was one thing, but to not have received a reply well into the afternoon was certainly another, and certainly not something you’d have done under any normal circumstances. Alec would’ve been lying if he had said the first thing that ran through his head wasn’t that you were more upset by his neglect of you over the previous few days than you had let on to, leading you to now ignore him, but the thought left him nearly as fast as it had come. He knew for a fact he was no stranger to bottling up his true feelings, refusing to communicate, but he also knew that you certainly were not the type. The two of you hardly ever had any arguments or miscommunications, but that was all attributed to the fact that you insisted on making your feelings, wants, and needs known, thus forcing him to make an attempt at getting into the habit of doing the same. He was sure that if you truly had been so upset by his absence, you would have told him before it got to the point of feeling the need to ignore him, meaning your silence had to be the result of something being very, very wrong.

He wasted no more time once coming to his conclusion, and drove as fast as the traffic allowed him, not even bothering to stop at his own home first to change clothes into something more casual and comfortable. When he finally arrived, he found your car parked outside in its usual spot, although not unusual for the time of day, as you were usually out of work by this particular time. He jogged up the steps to the front door, knocking, and calling out your name, announcing his arrival, only to receive no response. You’d not yet given him a key to your flat, but the two of you had been seeing each other long enough that he knew where the spare key was hidden, and on many occasions, and with your general consent, he had let himself in while you were both out and at home. He waited a moment before knocking again, and when he was met with silence once more, he decided to retrieve the spare key. Your flat was nearly always tidy, hardly ever a thing out of place, but when he walked in, it seemed eerily even more put together than usual, almost as though not a thing had been touched since the last time he had come over. He called out your name into the silence once more as he began to move around the flat, finding no sign that you had sat on the settee, or turned on the telly, or even grabbed a snack from the kitchen upon arriving home from work. Finally, he worked his way over to the bedroom, where the door was open, but barely a crack, gently pushing the opening wide enough to allow him to look inside, and saying your name, almost whispering. It was finally here that he found you in bed, underneath the covers and fast asleep. He walked in quietly and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching up with his hands to brush the stray hairs away from your face and patting them down into place. You were here, safe in bed, and breathing.

He sat there for a moment, gently caressing the parts of your hair and cheek not being obscured by the blankets that had seemingly been tucked all the way up to your chin, and since shifted upwards. He tried his best not to disturb you, but eventually you began to stir and soon woke up. Not even a little bit startled by his presence, you groggily mumbled something incoherent, leaning into his hand which hadn’t left your face.

“Hello, darling,” he cooed, continuing his movements only now in your hair. He was met with a groan and mumble once again. “Sorry I haven’t been by in a while, but I’m here now,” he finished. Eyes still droopy with sleep, you blankly stared at him through half closed eyelids. His face took on a worried look, and as he was about to ask if you were alright, you suddenly turned over, letting out a dry cough into your pillow, trying to shake it to no avail for much too long for Alec’s taste. He stood up, announcing he would get you a glass of water before leaving the room in a hurry and returning a few moments later, at which point your coughing had stopped. He helped you sit up properly before handing you the glass giving you a moment's silence to drink and recover from the fit. When you were satisfied, you dropped the half-emptied glass down onto the bedside table, hoarsely forcing out a thanks, trying not to trigger another coughing fit.

“Oh, darling, are you feeling alright?” he asked, returning to his previous spot on the bed.

You shook your head no in reply, before beginning to talk again. “I’ve been feeling a bit off the past couple days now, but it was worse this morning when I woke up. I had to call in sick,” you explained with a raspy voice, painful and strained from the sore throat you’d had all day. He reached out with his hand, taking yours as he began to rub circles into the back of it with his thumb. Staring down, and intently at the touch, he frowned, before speaking. “I should’ve been here,” he nearly whispered, voice dripping with sorrow. “There was nothing you could’ve done,” you offered, tightening your own grip on his hand.

He stood up eventually, and after having been informed of your symptoms, made his way towards the bathroom, pulling pill bottles out of the cupboard, as well as refilling the glass of water. A headache, which had been one of the worser symptoms, prompted him to pull the blinds closed, and shut the drapes before switching off the overhead lights, which he had turned on when he first walked into the room. Once the pills had been taken, and you were laying back down under the covers, he made his way back to the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry. He had never really learned how to properly cook, and never really felt the need to, but in that moment, as he realised he would have to make due with a can of soup that required nothing more than being heated on the stove, he wished he had learned, if only to be able to make you a proper one. Leaving the soup to heat up in the kitchen, he returned to the bedroom, and opened up the wardrobe, as quietly as it allowed, so as not to disturb you. He didn’t occupy much space in your flat yet, not that he occupied much space in his own home apart from work related documents and files and evidence, but he did have a small section in your wardrobe that was home to a few changes of clothes, although you left plenty of room for him if he ever wanted to add more to it. He silently slipped out of the suit he had been wearing all day and into his more comfortable clothes before returning to the kitchen to see to the soup.

He prepared a small tray with a bowl of the soup along with some soda crackers he had found while he had been looking through the pantry. Alec Hardy was the last man on Earth who would be caught in bed before the sun went down, but tray in hand, he cautiously slid onto the bed, careful not to spill anything before handing it over to you as he tucked himself under the covers and pressed up against your side, wrapping his arm around you. You ate the soup, grateful that Alec had prepared it for you, as he cooed at you, still apologising for his absence, and promising he’d stay with you through the night, occasionally helping himself to a soda cracker or a spoonful of soup as well. When you’d had enough, he returned the tray back to the kitchen before returning to his own spot in bed, this time with the promise of sleep on both of your minds. It was early in the evening, but he had only slept a couple of hours the previous night, and in all honesty he truly was exhausted after pushing himself to the brink over the past few days. If your body was insistent on getting some more rest, he figured he might as well sleep for a bit as well.

The two of you had lulled into an easy sleep, and awoke a few hours later, the winter sun having already set. The medicine and the soup had eased the symptoms a bit, but you definitely weren’t anywhere near back to normal just yet. Feeling better rested himself, Alec on the other hand was ready to jump back into his work, body and mind already conditioned to run on minimal hours of sleep at a time, but he’d be damned if he left your side anytime before he absolutely had to go into the station to meet his team in the morning. “I feel much better now thanks to the soup, I hadn’t had food in all day,” you whispered, still laying in bed, curled into his chest. “I think I need a shower now though, I didn’t have much energy for that today either and I haven’t had one since I got home from work yesterday,” you continued, making a slight half-hearted effort to move away from him. He stood up then, holding his hand out to you as you soon followed after him. Hand still in his, and with a quizzical look on your face, he led you to the bathroom, letting go of your hand to make his way towards the shower, turning the water on. When he turned back around, he reached for the hem of your shirt, hand resting on it with a questioning look on his face awaiting your approval to continue. When you didn’t protest, he continued, pulling your shirt and remaining clothes off of you, with gentleness and care before repeating his ministrations on himself.

Fully undressed and under the warm spray of the water, Alec, considerate as ever, massaged your scalp, working your scented shampoo through the roots of your hair as you relaxed into the heat radiating through the room from the hot water. When your hair was clean and the water had washed away the shampoo, he took to a washcloth, rubbing slow and gentle circles over your skin. Alec wasn’t a greedy man, you had learned early in the relationship. He loved and appreciated every inch of you, worshipping it when given the opportunity to, but in moments like these, any lingering touches his hands may have made left behind only warmth and comfort, never once begging for something more, something you probably couldn’t and wouldn’t give him in your ill state, something he would never dare ask or expect you to give him in it. When he had finished working his way down your body, and as the warm water was beginning to turn cold, he gave you a moment more under the water to rinse away the remaining soap before quickly and carelessly cleaning himself off. Unlike you, he had showered that morning before returning back to the station, but he had no interest in taking a moment to relax into the warmth. He did what he had to do to be decent and presentably clean, but he took it no further than that apart from the times when in health, you had been the one to coax him into a shower or bath, taking time to thoroughly massage the knots out of his muscles and work over-priced, fragranced soaps into his hair and skin that he otherwise would have never thought to use himself.

When he finished cleaning himself, he shut off the water, quickly reaching for your bath towel and wrapping it around your dripping frame, hoping to shield your skin from the cold air before reaching for a towel of his own to wrap around his waist. He abandoned his focus on his own towel soon after, instead focusing on drying you off first, patting away the remaining water still dripping from your hair and down your skin. Not until you were both content did he hastily repeat his actions on his own body, eventually leading you back out to the bedroom, sitting you down at the foot of the bed. For the second time that evening, he made his way over to your wardrobe, this time pulling out a set of clothes from your own section and passing them over to you, allowing you to dress yourself while he did the same for himself. He returned to the bathroom, hanging the towels to dry and grabbing your hairbrush off the counter before once again going back into the bedroom joining you on the bed. Brush in hand, he beckoned you over to him, and you allowed him to settle you in front of himself, back towards him before he slowly and gently began to work the brush through your hair, beginning at the ends before making his way up to the roots. You hummed and sighed in content, sinus now feeling much more clear after the hot shower. When he was happy with his work, he placed the hair brush down onto the bed side table, moving back to lean against the head of the bed, pulling you along with him. Adjusting both you and himself, he pulled the covers up around the two of you as he held you against him, half clinging to his side and half on top of him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning into his embrace, burying yourself into him.

“For what?”

“Taking care of me,” you replied. He didn’t reply, choosing instead to plant a kiss into your hair.

#—︎ my posts ☕️#fanfic #alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #broadchurch #david tennant

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crazyk-imagine · 4 months

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How they feel when they find out you're their Mate Headcanon

Jane

She never, ever wanted a mate (and honestly, never thought she'd find hers at all, further adding onto the dislike of finding hers), all she needed was her brother (plus Demetri and Felix [which she won't admit out loud, ever]) and then you came along and changed her life, for better or worse. She still hasn't decided but y'all are working on it a little bit every day and that's all her brother could ask her (on your behalf)

Alec

Not once did he think he'd ever find his mate (or admit it to his sister that he actually wanted one [he'd never hear the end of it, something about betrayal and abandonment] he doesn't want to hear it period) and then he found you while he was out on a mission and things definitely changed for him plus the rest of the guard and got his sister to like you

Felix

He was not expecting to meet someone like you, not at all. I mean, the quiet little thing that you were, dude lost it when he put two and two together. Man, was he floored, and everyone knew it before he actually had the guts to admit it (especially when Marcus flat out mentioned your connection growing stronger during a meeting or when he did tell the big guy that you two are mates)

Demetri

He was even less ready than the others. He was the last person to expect to meet his mate, especially someone who could match him, in more ways than one. For example, the first time you two met, he naturally tried to charm you only for him to be the one who was enamored, something that did not shock the other (it also didn't help when Felix teased him about it, damn them living for eternity)

#twilight #twilight x reader #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight fanfiction #twilight fanfic #twilight x you #twilight headcanon #alec volturi #jane volturi #felix volturi #demetri volturi #twilight volturi #volturi guard #crazyk-imagine

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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me trying not to smile from the fanfic i just read

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faeirtopia · 4 months

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ʚɞ ; dating shohei ohtani!

pairing! boyfriend!shohei x fem!reader.

warnings! brief mentions of sex.

world’s best boyfriend mr. ohtani himself.

he’s warm and loves holding you tightly.

loves flicking your forehead in a loving way.

kisses the back of your hand and gets flustered.

wants you to wear his shirt with nothing underneath because that’s his weakness.

grabs your waist and brings you closer to him.

morning breakfast? not with shohei. his strong grip is so tight you won’t be able to escape.

plays with your hair and tells you how much he loves it or how good it smells.

lunch dates at the park with decoy.

likes when you sit on his lap.

baseball in the backyard!!! literally begs you to play with him.

“I missed you.” “I love you so much.” “hi baby.”

whines when you tease him and won’t return his kisses.

makes ‘grabby hands’ at you when he wants cuddles.

base hits? homeruns? all for you it’s so cute.

like when you rub his elbow and kiss it.

omelette time!!! shows you how good he is at making them.

he stares at you every time you take a bite.

just wants you to enjoy the food he made for you.

baker sho! asks you to make cupcakes with him.

the both of you making a mess but still having a great time.

likes taking walks with you and decoy, he’ll hold your hand while staring fondly at decoy.

lazy morning sex with shohei is a must and he needs it but always kindly asks you first.

neck kisses are his favorite, kiss him on the neck and he’ll get so excited.

you’re his world. his all. he treats you so well.

please just love him dearly.

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denaliwrites · 5 months

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It's Been a Long, Long Time

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: The two of you danced around your feelings like two tango dancers... who don't know how to tango.

Soundtrack: It's Been a Long, Long Time by Harry James

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Abundant dumbassery.

You'd known Alec Hardy since he first moved to Broadchurch.

He'd stepped into the cafe where you worked on his very first day with the Broadchurch police and ordered a plain black coffee and a croissant. A bit basic, you'd thought at first, but then you'd reminded yourself that not everyone needed sugar bombs and heavy breakfasts to get going in the morning.

Given he was little more than a (rather grumpy) twig, you'd come to the conclusion that he'd probably die of a heart attack if he consumed anything more than his plain black coffee and croissant.

He came in nearly every day after that, and nearly every day it was the same order. Sometimes he picked up an extra drink for his partner, or he ordered a fruit pastry instead of his usual croissant. One time, he'd ordered tea instead of coffee. But for the most part, for the better part of a year, it was the same thing, over and over.

The first few visits, he'd refused to talk to you beyond what was strictly required -- he gave you his order and a thank you, and then he was gone. Over the months, though, he opened up more and more. He'd never needed to tell you his job -- that was easy enough to guess once the Danny Latimer case reached the public. But other details, like that he had a daughter, or that he was a cat person, or that his favorite color was green -- those came after months of only receiving "my usual, please."

Even with him opening up, though, he was hard to get to know, and even harder to fall in love with... yet you managed both. Unfortunately, Alec was an idiot.

Your boss, Alec's partner Ellie, pretty much anyone who saw the two of you interact could see that you were crushing rather hard on the detective. Anyone and everyone, except the man himself.

At first, it drove you up the wall how blind he was to your affections -- you weren't exactly making any effort to keep it concealed, and in fact thought you made it rather obvious -- too obvious, maybe, if all of Broadchurch excluding the idiot in question could tell.

But then it slowly became a game to you -- how clear could you be yet still be misunderstood? Every day you played chicken with yourself -- would today be the day? The answer was always no, even when you gave him a heart-shaped cookie on Valentine's. You'd even said "on me." Hell, before that you'd even given him a peck on the cheek under mistletoe sometime around Christmas.

You were pretty sure any chance you had at romance with him was doomed.

At least, until the Farthing Wood Club Incident.

You hadn't exactly meant to witness a crime. It just sort of happened. You were cleaning up after an event you'd catered when someone broke into the event hall and started tearing through the place.

Quietly, carefully, you ducked into a supply closet and dialed the only person you could think to call -- Alec. Of course. You heard him pick up but didn't dare answer him, even as he got louder and more annoyed, to the point where you had to mute him.

He hung up, and panic flooded your system. Desperately, you called him again, only to put him back on mute when he picked up.

You were relieved when he didn't hang up.

Any thoughts you may have had about why were lost as footsteps approached the closet. They got so close that you could hear the man breathing and, instinctively, you stopped. Several moments passed before he moved on, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to keep yourself from gasping for breath.

He passed by again a few minutes later, then again a few minutes after that.

This repeated a number of times, to the point that you were starting to get dizzy from keeping your breath held in so many random intervals.

"Oi! Anyone in here?" you heard Alec's voice call from somewhere in the building, just as the man who'd broken in passed the closet. You heard Alec call your name, and it filled you with dread as you realized that now the intruder probably knew someone else was here.

You could almost hear the man's head turn towards the closet, but before he could open the door and find you, Alec's footsteps echoed closer -- and the intruder's footsteps made the sound of a hasty retreat.

You didn't allow yourself to breathe until the voice of Alec calling your name got close -- practically right outside the door. Then, with no hesitance or shame, you threw yourself out of the closet and into Alec's arms.

Without thinking, and with nothing in your veins but pure, unfiltered adrenaline, you pulled him into a relieved kiss.

He was pretty predictably shocked at first, especially as mid-kiss your body started shaking with sobs, but rather than push you away or even break the kiss, he simply... held you. Let you ride out the emotions in the way you seemed to need.

Finally, you pulled away, wiping at your tears and panting as everything came crashing down. "G-God, I'm so -- I'm so sorry," you whimpered, looking anywhere but at him. "I don't know why I did that. I just..."

"Hey," he started, pulling your attention back to him. He looked so... calm, so reassuring. "Everyone deals with situations like this differently. Believe it or not, that's not even the strangest thing someone's done t'me in a moment of high stress."

You managed to chuckle a little, but it came out somewhat hollow. "Really? You're gonna try to tell me someone's done worse than kiss you unexpectedly?"

"It wasn't entirely unexpected."

You blanched. "What do you mean?"

"Well, like I said, I've gotten weirder reactions."

Oh. That was... a lot less anxiety-inducing than you were expecting.

"Yeah, well. This wasn't really the way I pictured our first kiss going," you admitted with a sigh.

"Oh? You were picturing us havin' a first kiss?"

Fuck.

And the way he sounded so pleasantly surprised, it threw you off but filled you immediately with delight.

"Well, yeah, I've only been crushing on you since the day we met."

"Oh, why didn't you say somethin'?" he asked.

That brought out a barking laugh. "Alec, I've been dropping hints for months. Some of them were... I dunno, nuclear level obvious."

"Oh... well," he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "Y'ken, sometimes ye just gotta say it outright for us to get it."

"Yeah, I learned that early on. I guess I just hoped I was wrong or something, maybe."

"It does explain a few things," he said thoughtfully.

You thought it explained most things involving the relationship between you two, but you wondered what he was thinking of in particular. "Oh yeah?"

"Well, there was that mistletoe just before Christmas... and again on New Year... and the heart cookie..."

Leave it to Alec to miss all but the most obvious of clues. Of course.

"Oh, Alec," you sighed. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Dunno. Grab dinner, maybe? After I file a report for this, of course."

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Reputation pt. ii

Pt. One | Three - Coming Soon

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a surprising turn of events during your outing with Alec, things get even hotter on the way home.

Warnings:

NSFW 18+

Smut

Dom/Sub

Overstimulation

Masturbation

Stomach deformation

Not super proofread, we die like men... also I'm lazy.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Requested?: For Kinktober!

Eager and obedient overstimulation with Alec for kinktober😳

A/N: Sorry it's taking me forever, but I am slowly making my way through everything.

"Don't get too comfortable, amore." His hands pushed the skirt of my dress back up in a gentle caress.

I whined a little and he gave my thigh a light slap, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"Keep those thighs open, Y/N. I'm far from through with you yet."

My heart leaped at his words and it had me widening my legs of their own accord. Fuck. This was ridiculous. What on earth made him think that I could handle another orgasm? Maybe he wasn't thinking-

I sucked in a soft breath as Alec's hand ghosted up my thigh, slowly, teasingly, before coming to rest at the junction where my thighs met my pussy. My back arched, a needy moan slipping from between my lips.

Ok. Maybe it was me who wasn't thinking.

"Show me what you want me to do to you, darling."

I blinked up at him confusedly, still in a haze from earlier. "What?"

He smirked at me before turning his head to look back out at the road, his hand still rubbing teasingly along the edges of my cunt.

"I need to keep both hands on the wheel. Safety first."

Safety first? Bullshi-

He slapped my thigh again and I jerked, a yelp followed by another moan escaped me.

"Show. Me. What. You. Want."

What I wanted was that cock in my pussy but we couldn't very well do that while he was driving.

...I don't think.

I gulped, my hand slowly traveling down to my slick folds and running my fingers through to gather the creamy wetness still there. I blushed hotly when I realized that it was both his cum and my own mixed together.

Alec raised a brow at me as he took in my reaction and I looked away, instead choosing to focus back on what my fingers were doing.

Finally, after a bit of teasing and making sure that my fingers were nice and thoroughly wet, I began to circle the little bundle of nerves that had me arching my back yet again.

"That's my girl."

The words sent another pulse straight down between my legs. Alec's hand went back to the steering wheel, glancing between the road and the little show that I was putting on for him. I gave a small whimper at the loss of contact but I didn't dare stop. My clit was sensitive to the point of painful, but it felt too good to stop.

I should be embarrassed, but for some odd reason I was even more turned on whenever I felt his eyes on me. Leaning the seat back a little, I let my other hand explore, running up my midriff to cup my breast, pinching and pulling my nipple teasingly.

"Alec." I moaned his name softly.

Enticingly.

If he wanted to play then fine, I would play. I was making it my new goal to get him to pull over and fuck me until I couldn't walk. And by the way his hands clenched around the steering wheel, I could tell it was working.

The heat was starting to pool low now, coming to a head as I circled my nub a little faster. A cool hand circled around my thigh, wrenching my legs wide open before I had even realized that I had begun to close them.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

My moans turned into panting, and from there whimpers. I could feel the wet tracks of tears cascading down my cheeks. Before I knew it, I was flying over the edge again with a cry, my back arching off of the seat.

There was a sudden jerk as the car swerved and came to a stop. I blinked, heart racing as I tried to figure out what exactly was happening. My car door suddenly whipped open with a screech and I jumped in surprise.

"Out." Alec hissed from between clenched teeth.

I blinked, my brain trying to catch up to my current situation.

"Y/N. Get. Out. Now."

The sound of my name knocked me out of my daze, and I scrambled to climb out of the car, Alec's hand steadying me until my legs cleared the threshold.

"Fuck." Alec groaned as he pushed me over the hood, his fingers sinking into my wet core.

I gasped, back arching. Alec caught me by my throat, keeping my back arched and burying his face into my shoulder, his fingers pumping into me furiously. It was less than a matter of minutes before I could feel my tight heat clenching around his fingers.

"That's it baby girl," the fingers at my throat tightened ever so slightly. "Cum again for me."

"Alec." I panted. "Please."

He added another finger before curling them against my sweet spot. The heat pooling in my belly snapped yet again, and he held me against him, my legs giving out from under me.

There was no time for reprieve. I barely had time to register the cooled heat of the car's hood against my skin before I felt him sinking into me, his cock stretching me out in a sweet burn that had me crying in desperation and frustration. I could barely stand the idea of continuing, but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to cum on his cock again.

"Perfect." Alec grunted as he slammed into me deeper, and I let out a small yelp in surprise. "Fuck, you're still tight."

"Alec, please."

The heat was building up yet again. The coil of pleasure pulling tighter and tighter with every stroke of his cock. He wove his hand into my hair, yanking me back until I was flush against him, pausing mid-stroke.

What-

"You look so pretty when you beg, darling." Alec nipped at my ear, his other hand splaying out over the lower half of my tummy.

With a start I realized that his cock was so big that it was creating a bulge in my belly. I gasped, stunned, heat shooting straight through me, hitting me so fast and hard that I nearly came on his cock right then and there.

How had I not noticed that the first time?

I gaped, staring down with wide eyes.

"Tell me, sweetling. How desperate are you for this cock?"

I moaned, half delirious and completely desperate. Alec rocked his hips teasingly, letting the bulge in my belly disappear before slowly distending yet again.

"Well?"

"Please." I whined. "Please fuck me, Alec."

I squeezed my pussy around him, urging him to continue. He leaned in, his hips beginning a slow bit steady rhythm, his thrusts causing him to hit harder and deeper.

"That's it, Y/N. Cum for me."

I let out a whine, my pussy fluttering around his cock as I felt the edges of my orgasm draw near. Finally, the delicious wave of my orgasm swept through me as the fine line of pleasure roiling in me snapped. I came with another cry, my body arching back into him yet again.

"You look absolutely gorgeous when you come on my cock." Alec murmured as he helped me ride out my orgasm, and then following himself shortly after with a hiss.

I could feel his cool seed dripping down my thighs when he finally pulled out, and I nearly collapsed as he pulled away.

"I got you." He murmured into my hair, his hands coming up to steady me before helping me back into the car.

His cool hand cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. His red eyes scanned me from head to toe, looking for what I didn't know. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him well enough.

"Are you okay?"

I blinked at him in surprise. Apparently I was going to be doing that a lot more than I realized today. I nodded, my hand coming up to cover his.

"Yes." I breathed softly, closing my eyes and leaning into his caress. "That was perfect."

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