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Alec Hardy and reader Getting a little spicy in the office?

It's late at night, everyone is at home except Reader and Alec, who were still at the office, and Alec can't stand seeing you all day long in a new work skirt, Which shows your thighs and lets Alec's imagination flow. And he can't take it anymore.

All For Me.

Alec Hardy x fem!Reader

Smut. flith. daddy kink, dirty talk, semi-public sex.

MINORS DNI

All day. All day you had been walking around the office, hips swaying sensually. Alec's eyes had been following you around for hours, only looking down at the case files every so often in a futile attempt at concentration before giving up and looking back at you. And what was worse was the fact that you seemed to be completely oblivious.

So oblivious to his eyes wondering down your waist, accentuated by the tight skirt, your thick thighs which rubbed together deliciously. His cock twitched at the thought of his face being smothered by them. Fuck, he would give anything for that.

Usually the detective would pride himself on his ability to keep yours and his relationship strictly professional until you got home. Not today.

Eventually, he decided you were too much of a distraction today. He stood from his chair, trying to ignore the obvious bulge in his trousers, and walked over to close the blinds on the glass window.

With a sigh of somewhat relief and disappointment, he stalks back over to his desk, slouching down with a deep groan.

He manages, albeit with an extraordinary sense of self restraint, to shift his focus from you and to the papers scattered all over the table.

That is until, of course, you knock on the door and let yourself in, smiling in the way he usually finds so cute, but today he finds erotic. "Afternoon, sir." You say sweetly, holding papers in your arms.

Instead of the greeting back or even the gruff mumble of a 'hi, love' you had grown accustomed to, he let's out a deep and guttural groan.

You blink at him promptly, tilting your head to the side as you look at him. "Everything okay?" You ask, concern creeping in your voice.

"No, Y/n. No, everything is not alright." He answers, not bothering to look up at you, which makes you grow slightly anxious. "Shut the door." He commands sternly, leaving no room for argument.

"Alright.." Looking slightly confused, you nod your head and turn back around, eyes briefly scanning around the half-full office before you softly click the door shut. "Alec, what's wrong-"

"Sit down." He demands again, and you can't help the shivers running down your spine. You'd be lying if his deep, Scottish voice barking orders at you didn't make your pussy throb with need.

A little squeak escapes your lips as you timidly walk over to his desk. You place the papers on the desk and you're about to take a seat on the chair across from him before he let's out a breathy chuckle. "No, angel. Not there." Shaking his head, he pulls his chair out and gives you complete view of his protrusion through the fabric of his trousers. He nods down to his lap swiftly, beckoning you with a waggle of his slender finger. "Here."

Biting your lip, you shake your head tenuously. "I don't want to hurt you." You confess quietly, cheeks heating up.

"That's funny. I was going to say the same to you. Now sit."

Swallowing thickly, you inhale a shaky breath and hesitantly walk over to your boyfriend. You bite your lip before throwing your leg over him and sitting on his lap.

His hard cock brushes against your cunt and you let out a little gasp, Alec doing the same as he instinctively grabs your hips to keep you still.

"Fuck," He mumbles, letting one hand trail down from your hip and to your thigh. He strokes your skin, admiring the way his gentle touch produce goosebumps. "You're such a good girl. Always doing as you're told." He praises, voice raspy.

His hand stops caressing your thigh and moves you grab your chin. With gentle force, he tilts your head up so he has access to your neck, then places soft kisses all the way down.

"o-oh, my...Alec-"

"Who?" He says, stopping immediately and pulling your head back down so your eyes are on his. "What did you call me?"

You've seen this look so many times. You've brought out this look as much as you could. You lick your lips, not wanting him to stop as you tilt your head upwards again. "Sorry, daddy." You correct yourself promptly, moaning as his lips begin sucking at your neck, teeth lightly nibbling your skin. "Daddy, what is this about - oh, fuck."

He bites down at your sweet spot and your hips involuntarily jolt. His grip on your hips tighten, certainly enough to leave marks, but that just turns you on even more.

"Do you think it's funny, huh? Teasing me all day?" He asks, and if it weren't for the way his hands were starting to lead your hips on his lap, your clit brushing down on him, you may have asked him what on earth he was talking about.

"Well, I don't find it funny. Wearing a skirt so short. So tight." He grumbles, now tearing your panties off. Before he can even touch you where you need his touch the most, he pulls away completely again.

You let out a disappointed whine but Alec's face shows he doesn't appreciate this. "Do you have any idea how many men have been staring at you today? Hm?"

Honestly, you hadn't. You never take notice of any man's eyes other than Alec's. "No, daddy." You say quietly, shaking your head as you look into his eyes earnestly.

A scoff leaves his lips. But then his eyes soften immensely. "Fuck, Angel. How am I supposed to be mad at you? How am I supposed to punish you when you look at me with those eyes?" He whispers, then grabs the back of your head to meet your lips.

This kiss isn't exactly sweet. It's primal. It's pornographic. It's dirty. It's open mouthed and works to serve the purpose of reminding you who you belong to. His tongue dances with yours as he finally places a finger on your soaked core. You gasp, jolting up again at the touch, your lips separating with a line of saliva connecting them.

"Look at you,all wet and ready for daddy," He coos, and you whimper as your head falls into his neck. Tutting, he takes a fistful of your hair to delicately pull your head back up. "No, angel. Look at me when I'm talking to you."

His finger touched your clit, starting slowly and tracing little circles on the sensitive bundle. You moan loudly, and he quickly uses his free hand to cover your mouth. "Sh sh sh.." He comforts tenderly. "I know you want to let everyone know who you belong to," He says, finger increasing in speed as your eyes widen. You pant from underneath the palm of his hand. "But we can't let the office hear, can we?"

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kaylinelizabeth4004 · 8 months

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Young and Beautiful

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) x Reader

Synopsis: DS Y/N Warner uses DI Alec Hardy’s flat for some late night work

Word Count: 4890

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, smut, praise, sweet, very sweet smut, if your name is Becca look away

She didn't even bother to knock, not knowing or caring if he was in, she just slid open his sliding glass door and let herself inside. Then she plopped the case files on his sofa, pushed his coffee table to the side, and laid them all out in front of in her. He'd come round about an hour later, when all the papers lie in their own stacks across his rug, Y/N in the middle eating a slice of toast with a wild look in her eyes.

"Warner, what're you doing here?"

"There's something we're missing, there has to be, and I'm so close to it!" She said, her baby hairs frizzing wildly as her hair came loose from her ponytail. She either didn't care or didn't notice as she stood up, a paper in hand. DI Alec Hardy stood in his own doorway, flabbergasted to his DS rambling in his room at half past 4am. "I think it has to do with Aaron, it's got to be. His alibi doesn't make sense, he won't tell us where he was, and he knew Sophia well enough. At least more than some of the other persons of interest. I've tracked down the local cab company and one of the drivers says he remembers giving a bloke a ride late that night, said the lad was proper out of breath and not exactly chatty. I've already got him lined up to come in tomorrow for more information. As for the trace amounts of DNA in the victims mouth we don't have a match yet but the lab did say it wasn't as disintegrated as they'd initially thought which gives me hope! I've got -"

"Warner!" Hardy shouted, interrupting her speech. "What the hell are you doing in my house half past 4?"

She gestured around her as though it should be obvious, "working."

"And you can't do that at your own flat?"

She giggled, and continued to ramble. When she was really tired, like proper one second away from passing out tired, like she was now, she couldn't shut up. It didn't matter if the person she was talking to didn't want to hear it or wasn't listening or couldn't hear it - having a deaf cousin worked to her favor in these instances - she would continue to prattle on about what she needed to, "no. My roommate's got her boyfriend over and they were proper loud. Could practically hear the bed rattling, and it wasn't doing me any good. You don't sleep anyway so I figured I could use the space to lay it out. I didn't think you'd not be home. Why're you dressed nice? Did you come from a date? Is that what this is? Is there some woman waiting outside?"

"No!" DI Hardy looked halfway offended at the suggestion. "I've just got back from work. Was gonna make a cuppa then keep going til you showed up."

She squealed and went for something on the floor, lifting it up then crawling to a different paper,"I take two sugars."

"I know your bloody order. Shouldn't you go and sleep?"

She waved a hand, "I'll sleep when I'm dead. What I really need is for the world to be open 24/7. If I could only call this bloke right now and half my questions could be answered. You know my order? That's sweet."

He scoffed, "it's not unique. Warner, when was the last time you slept?"

"Uhh, I slept a few hours on Tuesday. Why do you look all high and mighty? You don't sleep either, don't eat. You're practically a miserable little skeleton carting your life way through life."

"I am not -" he stopped taking. Partially because she hadn't stopped either, continuing to chatter about whatever her heart desired. And partly because he didn't know if he was going to refute the miserable part, the little part, or the skeleton part. Or if he even could refute it. He snorted, well he wasn't little. He was over 6 foot. And he could eat more, he knew that. But he often forgot about food until he had to.

"I know a fellow who took nine sugars. Can you imagine that! Nine sugars! You're drinking piss flavored juice at that point. Pardon mh French, sir. He was very strange... called himself Witchfinder as though you couldn't search on the web magic shops. Maybe we should start calling ourselves Crimefinders. Criminalfinders? That doesn't roll off the tongue, now does it?"

DI Hardy realized Y/N wasn't going to answer any of his questions in this state, so he shuffled over to the kitchen to make some tea. He took his coat off, tossing it on whatever available counter space there was with a yawn. He wanted to sleep, knew he probably had to, but he'd probably dream of something he didn't want to dream about. Lately it'd been odd mental pictures of his coworkers all hurt, Y/N choked, Ellie crying, hell even Brian made the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't know why he had these thoughts, he'd never considered himself a particularly caring individual over his coworkers. But it had haunted him off from sleep for the foreseeable future.

He made two cups of tea, disposing two sugars into Warner's as she said. Then he walked back over to his living room and sat down, elbows on his knees as he scanned her work.

"Thank you!" She said, grabbing her mug and take a large gulp of it. "What do you think of this, sir? He doesn't strike me right. Can't place it."

"The name is familiar," Hardy admitted. He went to his laptop and started typing away, trying to place the name. "Ah, he's been arrested for aggravated assault. Both charges dropped, looks like some brawls in the pubs."

"I s'pose that doesn't suggest he murdered a girl."

"Doesn't rule him out either, if he's willing to punch a stranger in a pub what would he do to someone he knows?"

She giggled and scrambled for her pencil, "I should write that down for my novel!"

"You're writing a novel?"

"Mmhmm, started it tonight. 'Adventures of Harner and Wardy.'"

Alec set his mug down, and took hers from her hand as well. "Alright, time for bed now."

"What? No! I've got more novel to write and crime to solve! We've not even started discussing the potential that Louise is lying about her husband's alibi. I mean really? She says he binged Big Bang Theory with her all night and I'm all for binging telly but of all the shows you choose that one? The laugh track is funnier than the actual show half the time - is this your bedroom?"

Hardy had helped Y/N to her feet and led her to his bedroom in the back. She was still rambling about the most irrelevant things when he guided her to sit on the edge of his bed. He didn't often make it, so he was glad to note that it was done up well. Warner hadn't slept in almost a full 48 hours and he knew that even with a brain as sharp as hers, it was dull as Katie's without sleep. He got on his knees before her, carefully untying her shoes and sliding them off her feet. He put them by the door and helped her out of her coat jacket.

"What're you doing?" She finally asked as he hung the jacket on the back of the door. "Are you hitting on me?"

"What? I -"

"Because if you are hitting on me that's totally okay, but I should warn you I'm getting sleepy so I might not be the best lay. But you are proper good looking so I wouldn't say no." She made a face, "my boss wouldn't like that would he? Noooo, can't call someone proper good looking. I'm not trying to be a knob, just communicating that you've got no problems in the looks department. None, like ever. Personality maybe but you took my shoes off for me so that gets you at least a few brownie points."

Alec felt like he was malfunctioning, his arm stuck out, frozen midair from her words. She just called him attractive. And not just good looking, but good looking enough she'd want to sleep with him! He'd never been used to such straight forward compliments and didn't quite know if he believed it. So he just worked on autopilot, helping tuck her into bed.

"Go to sleep, Warner." He flicked off the lights and closed the door. What the hell. What the hell. Alec blinked rapidly like that would make any of what just happened make any sense at all.

He stood awkwardly outside the door of the bedroom. Should he - is he- what's the proper procedure with this? He should know, he was married once, had enough sex to have a child! But it seemed all that knowledge left the moment Claire stole back the pendant, fizzling his marriage, his life, his career. Now he was left taking uneven breaths as the sun crept up, an employee who's attracted to him sleeping in his bed after 40+ hours of not sleeping.

He found himself back at his laptop, slowly typing out what to do when someone admits to fancying you. But the results were not his thing, videos of very forward men and women moving very quickly into other actions. Alec was not opposed to the action, sex. But he couldn't fathom how to get there. So he sat in his kitchen drinking old tea, and staring at his door.

An hour later he crept in to grab a different tie for work, and saw Y/N completely passed out. She was curled in a ball, cradling his pillow and lightly snoring. She looked content. It made him smile against his better judgment. He left her in there, scribbling a note on a piece of paper he taped to the bedroom door before he left for the station.

Y/N Warner woke up nearly 12 hours later. It was practically dark when she opened her eyes. She blinked away the sleep that threatened to creep in around the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up on her elbows to survey the scene around her. She didn't recognize the room she was in, blank walls and bland sheets. There was no personality to it. For a moment, she wondered if she'd gotten a hotel room and just had no memory of it.

Then she smelt a familiar, faint scent. She couldn't place it or really describe it other than she liked it, it was warm. Stupidly, she let her face fall into the pillow to inhale the scent. Oh my god.

She shot up quickly, realizing where she was. The memories of last night flooded her mind.

"Shit, shit, shit." A hand flew to her brow as she tried to process. She'd come here to work because her roommate was fucking her boyfriend into the oblivion. DI Hardy came back, made her a cuppa. She wouldn't shut up, kept rambling about the Big Bang Theory (why?) and Witchfinders (how?) before he guided her here. Then she - "no." She said audibly, she did not make a pass at DI Hardy in his bed, late at night and practically drunk on exhaustion. Her eyes flit around the room before landing on the one piece of decoration, a framed photo of Hardy and Daisy, his daughter. "No." She said again, as though it could stop her ramblings.

Y/N rushed out of the bed, scrambling to find her shoes before she saw them neatly lying next to the door. She was usually very professional, if not a little eccentric. But no one could fault you for being a lot when you were good at your job and solved cases. She brought justice to people, she knew she did. And she might have risked it all because she worked herself too far and hit on her boss. Regardless of how stupid attractive he was, that was still work place harassment.

She shoved her shoes on, forced her arms into the holes of her suit jacket and ambled out into his living space. There were papers everywhere. They covered the floor like a new rug, slouched over the chairs and clung to the walls by hall dead pieces of tape. She looked for her mobile, patting her pockets. Shit, she must have left it in the bedroom. When she turned she spotted a note on the door.

'At the office. Feel free to not come in.'

Oh she was dead. She'd lost her job forever, she would never work again. This stupid blasted career she'd worked so hard on gone.

She ran back and found her mobile among the sheets, shoved it into her pocket and ran to leave the home. Then DI Hardy stood awkwardly at the front door, bags of Chinese hanging from his hands and a weird not grimace not smile expression. He didn't look pleased to see her, but he didn't want to kill her. Good news, right?

"Sir, I am so sorry about last night-"

"Don't worry about it." He waved his hand, coming in to set the food on the counter. He got a lot of it.

"No, I can't not worry about it. I came into your home, made a mess, took your bed and propositioned you-"

"Warner, we've arrested a man for the murder of Sophia Garcia. It was Aaron Baker, his dad's golf clubs, just like you'd said."

Her mouth fell open, "shit, really?"

Alec gestured to the mess of papers while he spoke, "you'd mentioned something about the cabbie last night. When I went in I gave them a ring, and while there was a driver who picked up a grumpy lad it wasn't Aaron. Sounds like a Christie book but it was his twin. Aaron was cross town cleaning up the scene."

"Not good enough," Y/N said softly.

Alec nodded, "not good enough."

"I'm sorry, sir." She said again, her voice still quiet and meek.

He didn't answer her, just stared for a beat before gesturing to the food, "I didn't know what you liked so I bought two of everything."

"All this is for me?"

"You solved the case, Warner."

She shook her head, "I ... you let me sleep in your bed? I ransacked your house, I propositioned you, and you let me sleep and brought me food?"

Alec scratched the back of his neck. He did not like how often Y/N asked questions. It stressed him out, like he had to have an immediate answer to every single one when he figured his actions spoke. But she looked so confused. He just gestured to the food and went to grab plates.

She sat down in surprise, blinking quickly as she watched him come over. "Just a, uh, an egg roll and cho mein please."

He nodded and shoved two of both onto her plate before giving it to her. He didn't put anything on his plate. Y/N sighed and scraped off half of hers onto his.

"Eat, sir. Please."

He blinked, "wot?"

"I've known you for years and never seen you eat. Just eat the egg roll."

He stared at the greasy food. He can't eat that, he thought and was about to say as much when she shot him a dirty look. Tentatively, Alec took a bite of it. He cringed, he didn't quite love the taste but Y/N seemed pleased he was eating so he finished it off just for her.

When they both finished he cleaned up, and she stayed seated. Then he moved past her to the bedroom, undoing his tie and tossing it, along with his jacket, onto a chair in the corner. He started to roll his sleeves up round his elbows when Y/N waited by the door.

"Thank you, sir."

"No need-"

"Let me. Thank you, sir. For the food and the sleep and, uh, well thank you for everything."

"Of course, Warner. I take care of my people." Not typically this much care, but he didn't want to make her feel bad. He focused on sliding off his shoes, shoving them out of his sight.

Alec jumped - well, Alec never really jumped just blinked harshly and cocked the one eyebrow - in surprise. Y/N was now closer to him, her chest heaving as she stared up at him. She was shorter than he remembered.

"I-If I may, sir?" She asked, lifting a hand.

He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but didn't know for certain. But all the same he nodded. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned in, going onto her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He hadn't been kissed in a long time, and the surprise of her initiating it made him stand there and accept her soft lips against his. When she broke, he could see the fear in her eyes as though she had done something wrong. Alec hadn't kissed in a while, and he felt the anxiety creep in that he didn't remember how. But the look in her eyes made it worth the fear.

He plunged forward, grabbing the back of her neck gently while his other hand came to cradle her jaw. Her skin was soft under his touch, melting as he held her. Y/N's hands came up to hold his jaw, scruffy and itchy in the most delightful way. Her mouth melded with his as his tongue licked along her bottom lip.

She cherished the way his jaw scratched against hers slightly, sighing when he broke to trail soft kisses down her jaw and the length of her neck. The scratch was enough to make her giggle like a schoolgirl, holding his shoulders. He shot back up, hair slightly wild but nothing compared to his eyes as he looked into hers deeply. He needed to be absolutely certain. There was no time for messing about and hurting anyone.

She smiled. He was so handsome to her, but in an understated way. She took the moment to run a finger on his sculpted jawline, along his freckled cheeks and down his crooked nose. No, not everyone might look at those features and call it handsome. But to her, he was everything. Smart, kind, and good-looking as sin. Her finger fell upon his lips, slightly open and let out harsh breaths as he searched her eyes desperately. Alec always wished he could read expressions better, he was terrified he'd make the wrong decision somewhere down the line.

But Y/N smiled, and nodded, pressing a soft kiss to his nose before taking a step back. Then she toed off her own shoes, shucked off her own jacket, and began to undress.

He followed her lead, removing his shirt and pants. Eventually, they both stood in front of one another naked. Y/N felt that pang of anxiety in her chest at being bare in front of a man. She'd made it very clear to Alec that she found him to be hotter than hell, but did he feel that way about her? She wasn't ugly, she knew that, but she wasn't a showstopper.

And yes, she could see the surprisingly length of him hardening before him. But didn't every man get hard when sex was on the table?

Alec came forward and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her forward as his eyes took in every inch of her. He ran a hand along her stomach - an insecure area for her - and up between her breasts, before settling it on the base of her neck. The simple action left her breathless.

His eyes were still on her body before he brought them up to hers. She was struck by how deep his were, how warm and brown, they seemed to go on forever.

"Look at you," he said hoarsely, his accent suddenly get thicker. "You're gorgeous."

"You think so?" She felt stupid asking it. She should be confident, she should pose seductively and tell him to strap in the way girls do on the telly. But this felt real and raw, and raw didn't shy away from the insecurities. Insecurities laced with cellulite and hair, parts that feel too pudgy there and too concave there. Never quite where it needs to be, never "ugly" enough for the world to tell you you have a right to complain.

"'Course. 'Course, look at you. You think I'm g-good too?" He asked back.

Y/N smiled, "thank you for saying that, most men don't."

"Don't they?" Alec asked in surprise, figuring that was just a part of the experience.

She shook her head and let her gaze trace along his body as well. He was lean and tall, with thin legs and arms wrapped in gentle muscle. His stomach was slightly pouchy and soft, beneath it his length was already hard at the sight of her. She ran a hand up from his stomach to his chest, mimicking his actions, and let it stay on his heart. Beneath her touch it thumped violently. Then she looked up to see his face, her favorite feature. His eyes were warm and gentle even when they didn't mean to be. "All of you is handsome to me, all of you."

He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, "you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. And if it isn't too crass to say, I'd fuck every inch of you."

It was too crass to say, and even a little cheesy, but it made her blossom with a smile. She threw her arms around his neck and let herself fall into one of his all encompassing kisses she was starting to like the taste of too much. Alec's lips were firm but not overpowering as they engulfed her, setting a tingle from her toes all the way up to her head in a heady giggle. His hands held onto her waist, grasping the flesh there with a sweet intensity. His lips parted with a deep groan.

She walked backwards to the bed, leading Alec until he was over her. His arms were poised by her head, his neck brought down as he peppered open mouth kisses along her neck. She laughed lightly at his scruffy beard, moaning when his lips found the spot between her neck and shoulder that shot straight through her. Y/N writhed under his touch, heat searing her skin. His hands were everywhere, branding her, skating up her waist to grab a handful of her breast, down her back to cup her bum, and feather like fingers traveling over the top of her thighs to the place in between. She gasped as he ran a finger down her slit.

"So wet..." he murmured, not expecting her to be so aroused by him. He'd barely done anything for her, hadn't touched down there at all. Yet she was slick to the touch, heat and arousal. Alec loved the way her chest flushed, her eyes closed tightly as she savored his touch on her skin.

He ran his fingers down, keeping his touch light as he experimentally nudged around. When he found her clit she gasped, her whole body tensing and focusing on the nerves right there against his finger.

"So responsive," he murmured, starting to work gently against her clit as she took shaking, uneven breaths. Alec went to speak again, then stopped. Tess never liked when he spoke in bed, said it distracted her from her climax. So he'd learned to stay silent and focus on his partner's body, her mouth as she fought her body's reaction to grind violently against his fingers. He kissed her sternum, biting at the flesh gingerly. Despite himself, Alec growled into her as she bucked her hips to meet his ministrations.

"Keep talking," she said in a hoarse voice.

"Wot?" Alec asked, taken aback.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes heady with need, "your voice is hot. If it's okay to ask, please keep talking, sir."

Alec grinned his charming, crooked smile. He bent down to kiss along her stomach as he quickened his pace on his clit, driving her faster to a climax then she was used to. That deep Scottish voice rang our praises, some loud enough that she could hear them and clench her thighs, others murmurs against her flesh that made her head feel light and airy. She giggled at the thought of all the beard rash she'd have along her body from him. All the same he told her how well she was doing, how beautiful she was, how lovely she looked squirming underneath him.

Then, as her back began to arch and she could feel the orgasm just a hair's breadth away, he stilled. Y/N whined. Actually felt herself whine in protest. He chuckled, clearly meaning to edge her, using his large hands to keep her legs wide open.

"A-are you ready?" Alec asked, his usual confidence lost to the arousal he was trying to keep at bay for her. His hands were large and warm, holding onto the space between her hips and thighs with a firm yet gentle touch.

Y/N's eyes gazed down to his cock, hard and ready. It looked about ready to burst, but Alec squeezed her thighs to look up into his eyes. They were warm and kind. Asking for consent even in a position like this. It made her all the more sure of her answer.

She reached up for his face, grabbing his jaw and planting a warm kiss on his mouth as he started to guide himself inside of her. He was slow, letting her gasp and adjust to the length inch by inch until he was fully inside of her. Alec paused. She could feel her heartbeat everywhere, pulsing desperately for friction.

She nodded, kissing Alec again. She'd never had a kiss like that, so strong and comforting. Kisses were never her thing, she hadn't understood the fuss over them. Just two sets of lips pressed against one another, the taste of the day infecting it. But with Alec it was more than the cho mein or egg rolls, and it was more than chapped lips pressed against one another. It was full of desire, trying to communicate all that words couldn't. She drank it in fully, gasping against him as he started to move inside of her.

Alec was bigger than she expected and bigger than he was used to, and she wiggled her hips to the feeling of being stretched so full like that. He cherished the feeling of her gasps and moans, dipping to kiss every inch of skin near him.

"So beautiful, so gorgeous..." he thrusted in quickly this time and saw her body tense from surprise. "You're taking me beautifully, Angel."

Y/N could listen to his voice all day. Even before she realized he was far from an ugly bloke, she fancied the way his voice poured over her in sexy waves. Deep, guttural, it was honest and raw. He didn't lie, he didn't cover it with some pretense to be sexy. Even when his voice would break, small gasps from the sensations breaking up his sentences, she found it all the better.

Alec leaned back, not wanting to stop kissing her not wanting to miss the view. He'd pulled her hips down to the edge of the bed, him standing and her legs spread wide and resting on the small of his back. With a gentle pace that started to grow more desperate he thrust into her, watching her body flush and squirm beneath him. Y/N threw her arms up, arching her back to take him deeper. Alec was enamored with the way her breasts bounced with each thrust.

"So fucking beautiful," he grumbled, snaking a hand down to stroke her clit. He could feel that he wasn't going to last as long as he would have liked, but by the way Y/N let out little moans by his feather light touch, he figured she didn't mind all that much.

Y/N was in her own world, feeling his voice slide off her skin like oil as she chased her high. His denial of her orgasm earlier made this one all the more powerful. It seemed to slam into her, causing her to gasp wildly as Alec kept firm ministrations on her clit. Then he too reached his climax, grunting in a low voice before pouring out in a shocking spurt.

Then he pulled out, falling beside her as they both gasped for breath. Y/N quickly ambled out of the bed and used the restroom before she came back in, feeling like her limbs were absolute jelly. Alec brought her back to the bed, laying next to her. His hand held hers, thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.

"That was incredible," he finally said.

"You could say that again."

"That was incredible." They both paused, turning to look at one another, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

#binging broadchurch #i’m happy the 12 of you who read broadchurch fics will enjoy this #broadchurch fanfiction #alec hardy #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy x reader #in love with Alec Hardy #he needs love #sad detective boi #fanfiction #David tennant my love but also not sexualizing you cause rude #but I love you and love Alec #broadchurch #god bless Mother Nature for making Becca look away #I’m serious Becca no reading #you know too much about me

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david-tennant-simp · 4 months

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Alec hardy x fem reader (smut if u r comfortable) let’s say where reader always annoys alec (she has a massive crush on him cause duh) and Alec is always annoyed by her and maybe she gets sick or something like goes out for a work trip idk and he realizes how much he miss her annoying voice lol soo yaa rest to your imagination

💜

One day

OMG YES I love that idea! This idea actually fits with my OC so I can easily write about this!

Since this is my first fic in a while I’m just going to keep it a Drabble. I might make more in the future.

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Type: Drabble

Summary: Y/N annoys Alec daily but when she doesn’t show up and Alec wonders why he feels the way he does about it.

Y/n………she was always such an annoying lass. always talking about things that didn’t matter like concerts, songs, shows, anything that didn’t involve work. This annoyed Alec. He would be sitting at his desk trying to work on the case they were working on and she would be sitting on his desk which he hated and talk and talk. She never seemed to shut up.

Then one day she did. Well she didn’t show up to work……weird.

She always shows up for work. She would show up late a lot but still shows. But for once Alec had peace. And he didn’t like it.

He was sitting at his desk looking at evidence and papers about the case….As he read the paper all he could hear was that damned clock ticking. The silence was killing him. He stopped what he was working on and ran his fingers through his hair. He can’t work without her. Her chatter seemed to help him focus but he never saw that at first. “Y/n” He mumbled out into his hands.

After some time he removed his hands from his face and stood up and grabbed his coat angrily and walked out of his office.

Ellie saw him start to leave and she started to question him. “Where are you going? Did you find them? What’s wrong” She continued to question.

“Y/N-“ He snapped at Ellie. He sighed “ She didn’t show up. I’m going to check on her you stay and work on the case.” She agreed and he was on his way.

Meanwhile Y/n was in bed, curled up, every blanket in her apartment on her, shivering from the cold shivers of her fever that had sadly strucken her. She laid there coughing and hacking. And the fact that she was dehydrated wasn’t helping much, all she wanted to do was curl up and die in that bed, she was so dry and tired. She didn’t even want to get up for a glass of water which she needed badly.

The fever was so bad she didn’t even notice someone was banging on her door and it wasn’t just knocking. It was full on “FBI open up” banging. At some point Alec freaked out and bust open the door not enough to break it but enough to get it open. he searched all around her apartment until he finally found y/n laying in her bed in such a daze she didn’t even notice him walk in. He touched her face and felt how hot you were. (not talkin looks here but you look good girly)

He can tell how bad she were from his experience, being a father, and knowing what it’s like to be sick. He took some of her pillows and propped her up. he fetched her a glass of water and made her drink it when she took the drink of water it awoken her. She finally realized somehow Alec got into her apartment. “Wha? Huh? How did you even-“

“Don’t ask love. You were almost dead!”

“What? No- I’m just a little thirsty-“

“Lass you were dehydrated we need to get some food in your stomach.” He stated

“Why?” She asked

“Why? Well if you don’t you’ll go hungry and I-“

“No. Why are you doing this?” She said

Alec looked at y/n puzzled

“Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me or just didn’t care enough”

“Well………I thought I didn’t like your chatter. Then when I noticed you not come in I worried something happened to you”

“You worry about people?” she smiled childishly at him

“I do have a heart you know”

“One that you need to give a break”

“What?”

“Nothing”

Silence fell on the room as Alec went to go get y/n some food. After a bit he came back with a tray for the bed and some soup.

“Ok now careful it’s hot so let it cool down and then eat”

“Ok dad”

“Don’t call me dad”

“Ok……but thank you”

“For what?”

“Helping me”

“Well you needed it”

He grabbed a chair and sat by her bed

“What are you doing?”

“Sitting”

Well I know that but…. Why are you saying?”

“You need the help clearly.”

“I’m a grown adult I can handle myself”

“Yeah says the one that was laying here dehydrated”

“…”

“Exactly”

“Why did you come to help me? Aren’t I annoying to you?”

“A little but….it got to quiet”

“I thought you hated my rambling?”

“I did”

“Did?”

“Maybe….I liked it a little”

“Really?”

“I said a little”

The room got silent and Y/n thoughts got the best of her.

“Fuck it I’m going to be an adult and tell you since we’re alone and usually Ellie is here too-“

“You’re rambling”

“Yeah…..I like you” she flinched scared what he was going to say

“Hm”

“So?” She said

“Maybe I do too”

“REALLY?! OH MY GOD I could kiss you!”

“I said maybe and you’re sick so no way”

“Oh….yeah”

“But maybe one day…..”

“Yeah…..one day”

I hope you liked this ! Sorry if it’s not that good I haven’t written in awhile! 💜💜💜

#asked and answered #alec hardy x reader #david tennant #alec hardy #david fucking tennant #broadchurch #💜💜💜

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Say You'll Remember Me

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You thought you were free of Alec Hardy, but it seemed Alec had other ideas.

Soundtrack: Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Criminal Activity. Mentions of past assault. Mentions of drugs and their use. Allusions to sex. Brief depiction of assault.

The last thing -- well, person -- you expected to see when you walked into Hightown's pharmacy come Monday morning was DI Alec Hardy. Yet, there he stood, leaned against a wall, reading a paper he no doubt bought from the Village Store, looking casual as could be.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was waiting for you -- his looking up when you walked in and his immediate surge into motion only proved the theory. You needed past him, but with him coming at you the only thing you could think to do was flee.

As you turned and went right back out the door, you heard him call your name, but you didn't dare stop.

He was a persistent fucker, though, and he followed you all the way to your cottage.

"Go away, Alec," you called over your shoulder as you fought with your keys.

"I just need to talk to you," he said, in that stupid fucking accent that made you melt. "Please. I'll be quick."

"No. No, no, no! I won't -- I can't do this again."

You finally slotted your key into the lock and rushed into your home. The door all but slammed behind you, and you quickly locked it back up before Alec could even consider forcing his way inside.

He tried rapping lightly on the window, calling your name gently -- sadly, you dared to think. But you ignored him, stepping away and wiping at your eyes.

It was an hour before the cottage fell fully silent, and another hour before you dared look outside.

You were grateful to see he'd gone.

You knew he wouldn't drop it -- whatever it was, whatever had brought him to you. You felt like you were walking on eggshells wherever you went -- in your own home, even -- waiting for the moment he confronted you again.

It happened the next day -- and, honestly, it was your fault. You'd allowed yourself to get into a position where you could be cornered. Trapped.

The way he approached you was careful. You supposed you hadn't done much to convince him it was unnecessary -- the way you were side-eyeing him was not unlike a frightened animal.

"Leave me alone, Alec," you begged him, looking around for an escape route. The only one was blocked, by him.

"I can't do that, darlin'," he told you sadly, his hands held out placatingly. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, you said that before. I still -- I can't talk to you."

"You can. I ken ye don't want to, and I ken it'll be hard, but I really need ye to, darlin'. Please."

You shook your head, wiping tears from your eyes. "You don't understand. I can't."

"Help me understand," he pleaded gently, taking a step toward you.

You stepped back, bumping against a shelf of snacks and almost knocking it over.

"I can help you," he tried, and you could hear in his voice how desperate he was. "Let me take ye back to Broadchurch with me."

"I -- I'm not going anywhere with you," you whimpered. "Please just leave me alone."

You tried to shove past him, but he caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you from running. "Darlin', please. I need ye to cooperate with me."

"No -- no! Get off me!"

He realized quickly that your protests were drawing attention, but he still didn't let you go. "We can go quietly," he whispered in your ear, "or I can arrest ye."

"For what?" you asked, though your struggling had already ceased.

"Pervertin' the course of justice."

You whimpered, going limp in his arms. "F-fine," you said, choking back a sob. "But -- but, please, let's go to my cottage. I want to be -- it's comfortable there..."

He nodded, his arm snaking along your waist until it was no longer holding you. Delicately, you stepped through the shop until you exited, closely followed by Alec. He followed you all the way to your cottage, he followed you inside, and he followed you as you entered the kitchen and set about making tea for him and yourself.

"You've done well here," he commented as he looked around while you were busy. "It suits you."

"Why are you here, Alec?"

"Y'ken, I could just want to see ye."

"You do not just want to see me," you said, looking up to meet his eyes for a moment. "So why did you track me all the way to Liverpool? Not to mention all the places I lived before that you would've had to check."

"We think the man who attacked you is back."

You nearly dropped the mug you were holding. You clumsily set it back on the counter, hands suddenly unsteady and unable to keep a solid grip on it.

"We found a woman matching your profile -- dead. We're not sure it he thought she was you or if he just has a type... but we're almost certain it's him."

You swallowed thickly, sinking to the floor with a pitiful moan.

"I'm sorry," Alec said softly, coming to hover near you, his hand squeezing your shoulder. "I ken I said I wouldn't look for ye, I said a lot of things that I have to go back on now."

"Why?"

"Because at the time, I thought that when you left town, that'd be the end of things. He didn't follow you, and there were no more attacks. I had no reason to think I'd ever see ye again -- that I'd need to see ye again."

You leaned against your cabinets and pulled your knees up to your chest. Alec's hand stayed comfortingly on your shoulder even as you tried to shrug him off.

"Why would this require me to come back?"

"You saw him."

You dropped your head onto your knees with a broken sob. "I don't want to be your fucking star witness!" you wailed.

"I ken," he soothed, his hand rubbing your shoulder. "I ken. I don't want ye to be involved either -- but we need ye, darlin'."

You shook your head. "I won't. I can't."

"Why not, darlin'?"

You shook your head. "No -- I can't -- Alec, I can't."

"Then I've no choice but to arrest ye, darlin'."

Another terrified moan escaped you. "Please -- don't take me back -- I can't go back --"

He looked regretful as he pulled you up and circled your wrists with a pair of cuffs.

The drive to Broadchurch was a long one.

Nearly five hours long, to be exact.

You spent the majority of the time crying or staring out the window. Alec was kind enough to have stocked up on your favorite snacks and drinks before trapping you in the car. He was also kind enough to give you full control of the radio -- at first, you'd opted for silence. But eventually, you got to a point where you couldn't stand it anymore, and you turned it on and found a pop station. Just to fill the silence.

"D'ye need a restroom?" he asked every so often, to which you always replied with a no.

And so it went, for five hours.

You were ready to sleep for a million years by the time he pulled up to the Broadchurch police station. He escorted you in and sat you in one of the chairs in the lobby before giving you strict instructions not to move while he went and fetched his partner.

Of course, you never had been one to listen to him.

The moment he was out of sight, you made a run for the exit, dashed down the steps leading into the town, and fled into the night. You could hear him calling for you, thought that you could even hear the pounding of feet some distance behind you, but you didn't dare stop.

At least, not until you reached his house. Well, your house. Sort of. It had been, at one time. But now it was his. You knew it was his, were kind of counting on it. You figured that he'd figure that his house would be the last place you'd run off to.

You also figured that he'd probably have spare cuff keys somewhere in there.

It was a little surprising to find a cop's back door unlocked, but you were willing to accept it as coincidence.

What was almost certainly not coincidence, however, was finding Alec Hardy himself standing in the entry room, holding up a key to your cuffs.

"I have a car," he said.

Okay, that was on you.

"Alec, please," you begged, already moving back towards the door.

"Please don't make me add breakin' an' enterin' onto your charges, darlin'."

"The door was unlocked."

"Ye weren't invited in."

"Invite me in, then."

"No."

You huffed in frustration, turning towards the door. You could still flee, if you really wanted, but where would you go? Anywhere you could think of, he'd just find you eventually.

"If you undo the cuffs, I'll go willingly."

"Promise?" he asked as he stepped nearer.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

He shook his head and released you.

Instantly, you shoved him off and made a mad dash for the door.

You may not have ever lied to him before, but there was always a first time for everything. Though, you realized sadly, now he definitely would never trust you again. You came to a halt, burying your face in your hands as you sank to the ground with a sob.

Alec joined you after a moment, crouching next to you. As ever, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I'm gonna pretend ye didn't do that," he said softly.

"Thanks," you whimpered.

"Darlin', I know you're scared," he sighed, "but ye gotta do this."

"I don't," you insisted, shrugging his hand off. "You could just let me go back to Hightown, let me go back to pretending nothing ever happened."

"And how was that goin' for ye?" he asked pointedly.

You bit your lip, looking away.

"How were all those pills goin' for ye? All that stress? The depression? You can't tell me you've been okay all this time."

No, you hadn't been okay. You'd been living a half-life, one foot in the real world and one in a nightmare. No matter what you did -- be it yoga or heroin, nothing ever really helped.

"Please help us put the sick fuck away," Alec begged quietly, trying to look into your eyes. "Maybe then you'll be able to rest. Maybe then you'll start to be okay."

You looked up, meeting his gaze, his soft and earnest and yours terrified and full of tears. "Alec, I can't."

"Ye keep sayin' that, but ye've yet to give me a reason."

"It's... complicated."

"Darlin', a woman is dead 'cause she looked like you. It seems pretty simple to me."

"I know it does," you said, and you couldn't mask the anger in your voice even if you wanted to. "Of course it's simple to you. You're not the one who had to go through the hell that I did, you're not the one whose life was threatened --"

"What?"

Fuck.

"Did he threaten ye?" Alec asked, his voice suddenly... concerningly cold.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, looking away from him. "H-he said he'd kill me, if... if I involved the police."

"That's why ye never pressed charges," he sighed with realization. "Why ye ran... why ye keep runnin'."

"I'm trying, anyway."

"Ye gotta know I'll protect you, right?" he asked.

You shrugged. "I know you'll try. But you can't be with me all the time."

"Then someone else will be."

"I don't want to spend every waking moment under surveillance, Alec! I just -- I want everything to go back to normal. I was trying so hard to live my life the way I was before. I was so close and now I've been dragged back into this fucking mess because some random woman I don't know is dead."

"Darlin'," Alec sighed, and then his hand was on you, tilting your head so that you were facing him. "Could ye really live with yourself if another person died and you could've stopped it?"

You desperately wanted to say yes.

"... No," you said instead.

"So help me."

You desperately wanted to say no.

"... Fine," you said instead.

Any charges Alec had against you were apparently dropped after that, though you weren't fully convinced there were any to begin with, which left you wondering if you could go to the police and have him charged with kidnapping and false imprisonment.

Not that you would, but the idea amused you.

Once Alec was sure you weren't going to run off, he allowed you free reign of Broadchurch. He provided you a phone, a key to his place, and some tenners so that you could feed yourself and buy anything else you needed.

All your instincts still told you to run, but you were mostly able to quell them. Alec helped, both with empty threats and actual reassurances. But ultimately, he'd had a point. You weren't going to let someone else die just because you were afraid.

You'd been there a few nights when Alec came home from work and made a beeline for you, looking... hectic.

"I think we've got a lead."

You perked up, but then tilted your head in confusion. "Why do you look so riled up?" you asked.

"I --" He took a deep breath, making a concerted effort to look calmer on your behalf. "I just... needed to tell ye. And make sure you're okay."

"Thanks?" you said with a nervous chuckle. "I'm fine. Just... enjoying my dinner."

He glanced down at your meal -- just some basic fish and chips -- and smiled. "Like old times, eh?"

You blushed and forced a shrug. "I guess."

"I missed this," he sighed, approaching you and coming to sit on the sofa beside you. His shoulder bumped yours gently as he moved to snatch a chip from your takeout tray.

"Hey!" you whined, swatting him.

He laughed even as he popped the chip into his mouth. You couldn't help but giggle in return.

"You owe me," you told him.

"Will a kiss do?" he asked.

You froze. "Alec, I -- I'm not that woman anymore," you said with a sigh, looking away. "That woman... she's been gone a long time."

"I know," he replied, his voice just as cheerful as before. "Maybe I wanna get to ken the new you."

You blinked and looked up at him. "With a kiss?"

"Well, I've never kissed the new you."

You rolled your eyes, but buried your hands in his lapels and pulled him into a kiss all the same. A deep and passionate one. One that did an excellent job, if you did say so yourself, of conveying how much you missed this, too.

When you pulled back, both of you were breathless. You were thinking how deep the shit you were in was, but by the look on his face, you guessed Alec was thinking more about how this new you was just as great a kisser as the old you.

Typical, you thought.

Even so, your dinner was left forgotten on the coffee table as Alec eventually pulled you into his arms and led you back to the bedroom.

Despite Alec's lead, he wasn't that much closer to solving the case.

You were getting rather antsy.

What Alec failed to realize was that you had made a life for yourself in Hightown. Yes, in some respects, it was little more than a half-life. But it was still something -- more than you'd had in Broadchurch in the last few months you'd been able to stand living there, at the very least.

You couldn't stand how much you missed it.

Which is what inspired you to do something that was probably exceptionally stupid.

You remembered where your dealer had operated back when you still lived in Broadchurch -- which was something you hadn't been able to say prior to the attack. After, however, you just wanted to forget anything had ever happened, and, well, illicit drugs were pretty great for that.

You scaled the fence and made your way into the dilapidated building, keeping a watchful eye out for cops.

There weren't any, so you continued deeper into the building, until you reached the stairs leading down to the boiler room.

On one hand, you had the presence of mind to think that maybe you were about to walk into a horror movie -- but on the other, you needed something to take the edge off.

You were about to climb down when suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your wrist.

And you screamed.

"Jesus, ye've got some lungs," Alec groused beside you.

"You!" you yelped, yanking out of his grip. "The hell are you doing here, Alec?"

"I could ask ye the same thing!" he barked back, motioning around. "This place is -- are ye asking to be murdered?"

"No, I'm asking for heroin," you replied, deadpan.

"I'm gonna pretend ye didn't say that," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "C'mon, we're leavin'."

"I'm not going anywhere, actually."

"I swear to God," he hissed, grabbing your wrist again and pulling you towards him.

"Hey," you whimpered as pain shot down your arm. "You're hurting me. Alec --"

You were cut off by two beams of light entering your field of vision. Desperately, you tried pulling out of Alec's grasp, but his hand was locked around you tightly.

"Alec -- Alec, let me go -- Alec --"

He stood there as the lights got closer, and soon there were two cops standing in front of you.

They asked questions, none of which you could answer without incriminating yourself; unfortunately, not answering them incriminated you too.

You were under arrest -- that much was indisputable.

The cops turned their attention to Alec, who definitely talked like a cop and carried himself like a cop, and yet, in the end, had forgotten his badge.

It was very lucky for you specifically that these two were rookie beat cops who had no idea who their DI was, because it meant that Alec got arrested too.

The two of you were cuffed together and escorted to the cops' car, and you smiled the whole way.

"Do you know how embarrassing it is for you," Alec's partner was saying as Alec was let out of the cell, "that I had to come bust you out?"

Alec was grumbling under his breath.

Ellie's attention turned to you.

"And who's this?" she asked.

Alec turned to look at you, too. "She's..." Ellie gave him a prompting look and he sighed. "She's the witness."

"Oh... and why's she in the cell?"

"She was trying to buy drugs!"

You piped up, "I never confirmed that to the arresting officer."

"What else could you have possibly been doin' there?"

"We haven't talked in years, Alec, maybe I took up exploring abandoned buildings."

"Which is also illegal."

"Wait, is it?" you asked, sitting up and blinking rapidly.

"Yes," he groaned, rubbing his temples.

"Should I let her out?" Ellie asked, throwing you a curious look.

"No," he responded. "Let her stay the night. Maybe then she'll learn to behave."

"I'm not a dog," you growled.

"Yeah, well, maybe you'll convince me when ye stop actin' like a feral mutt."

With that, he and Ellie walked away, leaving you alone.

You awoke in the night to the sound of your cell being opened. Blinking blearily, you yawned and stretched. Moving to a stand, you whimpered tiredly, "I knew you'd come back --"

Whoever was approaching you quickly in the dark was definitely not Alec. You knew that even before he kicked you into the wall.

You yelped as your head hit the bricks, but you didn't have enough time to really process as a hand grabbed you by the throat and threw you to the ground.

"Stop --" you wheezed, but the hand returning to your throat cut off anything else you were about to say.

Powerful legs straddled you, keeping you pinned and unable to kick him off.

You weren't weak, by any means, but you weren't sure you had enough strength in your arms to fight him off. Still, you had to try. Hands scrabbled at his hands and arms, nails digging in and trying to do as much damage as you could -- certainly trying to get him to lose his grip.

Darkness was closing in on the edges of your vision, prompting you to fight harder, more desperately, anything to get you out from under the weight of your would-be murderer.

Finally -- something worked. You weren't sure if it was your nails digging into his elbows or maybe the punch you landed to what felt like his ear -- ultimately, it didn't matter. You had an opening and you took it, clawing your way out from under him and making a mad dash out of the cell.

Later, you realized you should've closed the door and taken the key, but at the time you just wanted to get far, far away.

And that's what you did, legs not stopping until you reached Alec's house. Then, the adrenaline drained and you collapsed. Your sobs woke him up.

"So he's one of ours," Ellie concluded, after Alec made you tell her what had happened.

Alec nodded, then turned to you. "If ye saw him, would ye be able to tell us?"

You shrugged, rubbing at your still tender throat. "Maybe. It's been a few years, and I didn't see him last night when he attacked me in the cell, so I didn't get a refresher or anything."

"That's still better than nothing," Alec said reassuringly.

Ellie nodded in agreement. "I'll arrange something at the office," she said, getting up and saying her goodbyes quickly.

Once she was gone, Alec came to sit down beside you and pulled you close to him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left ye alone."

"You couldn't have known."

"No, but ye shouldn't have been alone anyway."

You shrugged, but didn't pull away from his embrace.

It was later that day that you and Alec were called to the office, under the pretense of filling out release forms for you.

Alec's hand never left your waist as he ushered you through and to Ellie's desk, where you were given a seat and a cup of cold water.

"Take your time," Ellie said, her eyes darting around. "We need you to be sure."

You nodded and began mindlessly filling out whatever forms they put in front of you -- you noticed it wasn't even a release form. The first one was to claim an impounded car. And then Ellie slipped you an animal license form.

You filled them out, anyway, as it was something to do while you were also trying to pinpoint a murderer.

You'd been there for a few hours when you finally saw him.

It had been a few years, but it was surprising just how sharp the image of your attacker became when confronted with his presence. You were struck with panic, but you forced yourself to write on your property inheritance claim form so that Ellie could see -- big guy, 3 oclock, brown hair green eyes, about 6ft tall.

She took the form and gave you a curt nod. "That'll be all we need from you," she said with a smile. "Stay out of trouble now."

Alec wandered over then, saw the note you'd written, and immediately moved to confront the officer.

Arresting him was a bit of an affair, but in the end he relented and, in the interrogation room, confessed.

Alec had been right.

You felt a freedom you hadn't before, once your attacker was thrown behind bars.

You stood outside the police station, leaning against a rail, wind whipping your hair about wildly, the sun setting painting the sky and ocean in brilliant pinks and oranges. It was the most serene you'd felt in years.

"Will you stay?" Alec's voice sounded from behind you. A moment later, he joined you, leaning against the railing beside you.

"No," you answered, looking out over the ocean.

"I'd like you to," he said sadly. "I've missed you... so much. And now that your attacker is in jail --"

"My life isn't here anymore, Alec. It hasn't been for years."

"It could be, though, couldn't it?"

"No," you answered sadly, but honestly. "It can't. I don't want my life to be here."

He turned to face you, and you did the same with a sigh.

"Please, darlin'."

You cupped his face with a hand, then guided him down so that you could kiss him gently. You could tell as you pulled away that he didn't want to part from you.

"I'll always love you," you told him. "And I'll always be grateful that we put that bastard away. But I... I've moved on. You need to too."

He didn't answer you -- well, not verbally. The desperate kiss he pulled you into was answer enough, though.

I don't want to move on.

"Goodbye, Alec."

With that, you walked away, and you didn't look back.

#alec hardy x reader #alec hardy x you #alec hardy fanfic #alec hardy #david tennant #broadchurch #broadchurch fanfic

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witches-and-cows · 3 years

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Kiss In The Cold

pairing || Alec Hardy x fem!reader

synopsis || Alec is very much fond of [Name], but not too fond of the cold settling over Broadchurch.

warnings || fem!reader, kisses, suggestive dialog

notes || alec hardy make me go brrrr

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"[Name], it's cold!"

You sighed, arms crossed over your chest as Alec stared at you over his reading glasses, a small smile dancing on his usually downturned lips. "Alec, you've been here all day. We can go stand outside, or sit and watch the frozen water. Anything to get out of this office."

Alec set his reading glasses on his messy desk, rubbing his eyes. "Alright." You let out a small, 'yay!' as you pulled on your knit pom pom hat. Alec tries to hide a genuine smile pulling at his lips as he pulls his scarf off the coat stand. he kissed your nose, opening the door for you. The station was empty since there were no major cases, and Christmas was right around the corner.

Alec took your hand in his as the two of you walked out of the station and into the afternoon sun. "Even in December, it's sunnier than it has been all summer." He grumbled, squeezing your hand as you pulled your scarf over your nose.

"So, what should we get?"

"Get? you said we just had to take a small walk!"

"Oh, don't be a grouch, Al. Just one cup of something hot."

Alec kissed his teeth together. "What have I said about calling me Al?" You looked at him, noting that his cheeks were reddened by the cold, and his hair had been ruffled by the cold wind. "You said not to, but if I did what you said all the time, we wouldn't be together. Am I right or am I right?" He rolled his eyes, pulling you into the local cafe, letting a sigh of relief past his lips as he rubbed his hands together. "I'll go find us a table. Order me something good, yeah? A tea–"

"–With milk and no sugar, right. Try and get us a booth?"

He nodded and made his way to the corner booth, sliding in and setting his hands on the ever chipping wood.

You, on the other hand, were chatting up the barista as she put in your order for a [beverage of your choice] and tea, along with a muffin Alec would say he didn't want, but would end up taking small pieces of. You shook your head as you looked back at the grumpy Scott, who had his eyes trained on you (and then those eyes of his moved away as his face turned an alarming shade of red. You liked that you were the only one who could do that to him.)

You thanked the barista and made your way toward Alec, handing him the warm styrofoam cup, and setting yours down. "So, I got a [pick a type!] muffin!"

"I don't like muffins."

"So you say, but you'll eat it anyway."

He shook his head, smirking at you. "Will I?"

You let out a hum. "You usually do."

You were right, of course. As the date went on, Alec took small pieces of your muffin, waving you off as you raised a brow in triumph. "See?"

"I can't. My reading glasses are at my office."

You let out a snort, prompting a chuckle from Alec, and looks from some of the other patrons. You looked at them confidently, waving as you recognized Maggie, Jocelyn, and Paul. They waved back, smiling softly, before turning back to their game of Bridge.

As the night got darker, you looked at your phone, exclaiming, "Oh! It's nearly 8 in the evening." Alec blinked, muttering a small, "what?" before checking his own phone. "Well, we can make our way home, yeah?" You nodded, getting up and wrapping your scarf around your neck. "Let's take the scenic route."

"Oh, not now!"

"Yes, now!"

He reluctantly let you pull him toward the direction of the arcade, grumbling about the cold. You pushed the tea into his hands, "Then hold this, you'll get warmer." You smiled at the Christmas lights, your eyes shining from the reflections.

Alec looked down at you softly, feeling the love of the Christmas season. He turned you toward him, cupping your face softly, and pressing his lips to yours. You kissed him back, feeling his chapped lips push against yours harder. "Alec," He pulled away, cheeks flushed. "Mhm?"

"Are you warm now?"

He smirked, humming into the tea. "I'll be warmer when we get home." You got the implication, and he quickly kissed you again. "I really do love you."

"I love you, too, [Name]. So damn much."

#alec hardy x reader #broadchurch x reader #alec hardy x you #alec hardy fanfiction #david tennant #david tennant x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #i just think that alec hardy #zaddy lol #alec hardy

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applepiewinchesters · 5 years

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applepiewinchester’s Masterlist

Newest Fic: A Spy in Tartan (Platonic!Reader x Crowley x Aziraphale)

The Last of Us:

A Moment of Peace (Joel Miller x Fem!Reader)

American Horror Story:

Ave Satanas, Bitch (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Stranger Things:

I Was Made For Lovin’ You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Harry Potter:

Yours Always, Padfoot (Wolfstar)

Euphoria:

Unexpected High (Fez x Reader)

Knuckles (Fez x Reader)

A Long Ass Night (Fez x Reader)

Marvel:

Terror (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Don’t Take Him (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Family Reunion (Druig x Eternal!Reader)

Not Worth It (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Don’t Blame Me (Helmut Zemo x Reader)

Good Omens:

A Spy in Tartan (Platonic!Reader x Crowley x Aziraphale)

Howling Winds (Crowley x Fem!Reader x Aziraphale)

Happily Ever After? (Crowley x Fem!Angel!Reader)

Long Way Down (Crowley x Gender Neutral Angel!Reader)

Lover (Poly!Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader)

Help (Crowley x Reader)

Perfect Stranger (Aziraphale x Reader)

Shorty (Aziraphale x Reader)

The Hidden Nymph (Crowley x Reader)

Cat Lady (Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale)

You’re a Champion MMA Fighter (Crowley and Aziraphale Headcannons)

The Hunter and her Demon (Crowley x Reader)

Rainy Day (Aziraphale x Reader)

Stay Awake (Crowley x Reader)

Sick Day (Aziraphale x Reader)

What if They Kissed? (Ineffable Husbands)

Angel’s Artist (Aziraphale x Reader)

The Sluttiest Walk (Crowley x Reader)

First Kiss (Aziraphale x Reader)

Parenting With a Demon (Crowley x Reader)

Nightmare (Crowley x male!reader)

Possessed by a Demon (Crowley x Reader)

Tease (Crowley x Reader)

You Shot Me! (Crowley x Reader)

Aftermath (Crowley x Reader)

Devil’s Backbone (Crowley x Reader)

Soft (Aziraphale x Castiel x Reader)

He’s Gone (Crowley x Reader)

Home Alone? (Crowley x Reader)

Fight (Crowley x Reader)

Run From You (Crowley x Aziraphale)

Empty (Crowley x Platonic!Reader)

Sacrifice (Crowley x Male!Reader)

I Died When She Did (Aziraphale x Reader)

The Crushing Swap (Crowley x Aziraphale)

Damned (Crowley x Reader)

Not Good Enough (Crowley x Reader)

Wish You Were Here (Crowley x Reader)

Fatal (Aziraphale x Reader)

Found Out (Aziraphale x Reader)

Lashing Out (Crowley x Reader)

Crowley and Aziraphale as Dads (Headcannons)

Inconveniently Discorporated (Crowley x Aziraphale)

Cuddling With Crowley (Headcannons)

Wooing His Angel (Crowley x Aziraphale)

Devil’s Backbone Part 2 (Crowley x Reader)

Four Times Aziraphale Wanted to Kiss You, and The Time he Finally Did (Aziraphale x Angel!Reader)

Bath (Crowley x Reader)

You Matter to Me (Aziraphale x Reader)

Feeling the Love (Aziraphale x Reader)

The Nanny (Crowley x Reader)

Falling (Crowley x Reader)

It’s a Date (Crowley x Aziraphale)

You’re a Police Officer (Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale Headcannons)

The Proposal (Aziraphale x Reader)

Dancing with Myself (Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale)

Lucky Ones (Crowley x Reader)

Fair Fun (Aziraphale x Reader)

Sick (Crowley x Reader)

Classroom Visitor (Aziraphale x Reader)

I Died When She Did Part 2 (Aziraphale x Reader)

Prick (Crowley x Reader)

Bad Day (Poly! Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale)

Trust (Aziraphale x Reader)

Supernatural:

Never Have Her (Sam Winchester x Reader)

You’re Bleeding (Castiel x Reader if you SQUINT)

Broadchurch:

No More Broken Heart (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Worst Cop in Britain (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Unlikely Friends (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Unlikely Friends Part 2 (Alec Hardy x Reader)

Doctor Who:

Intergalactic Revelry (Tenth Doctor x Reader)

Prodigal Son:

Sleepover (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Stay (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Dr. Whitly (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Higher Than a Kite (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Lockdown (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Straight Shot (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Night Terrors (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Long Day (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Wreck (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Popped Like Bubble Wrap (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

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timepetalscollective · 7 years

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Oct. 23-31 Prompts

Hey all, apologies for the lateness this week :)

This week’s themes:

‘Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.’ (or anything else inspired by or quoting anything from Macbeth)

“That’s not candy.”

Too scary

Give us all your Halloween drabbles!

This week’s prompts:

Putting on costumes is great. But how about when they come off? ;)

A companion discovers a pumpkin patch aboard the TARDIS

What do Donna, Martha, Mickey, or Jack wear for Halloween?

Alec Hardy forced to wear a Halloween costume

Write something to go with this photo (using any Tennant, Ten, or Tentoo)

Tentoo Month ideas from readers: Tentoo x Rose at the gym, Come back with more respect. And Pizza., fem!Tentoo x Rose

🌟 Current Bingo Cards:

Autumn

🌟 October Monthly Fic Prompts:

Tentoo x Rose discovering the differences in celebrating the holidays in Pete’s World … witches are good, 31 Oct is Valentine’s Day, Christmas doesn’t exist but Winter Solstice does, Susan B Anthony Day is celebrated globally

Peter Vincent x Jenny (Spirit Trap) vampires, werewolves and ghosts oh my

October at glance:

It’s Tentoo Month AND Teninch Fic month - so share any of your works of them with us!

Autumn prompts and bingo

Prompts you can write for any ships we do

Starting this week: We love seeing you all write the ask prompts so we’re going to round them all up and give them their own post/list on a weekly basis!

Starting NEXT week: We’re going to try posting a whole month’s worth of prompts in a single post (which may be updated throughout the month as we come up with or YOU suggest ideas) at the beginning of the month. It’ll feature the same drabble themes and weekly prompts and monthly things we always do, just condensed into one post so it’s easier for everyone to find and write them on a time frame you like!

Rec lists will still be done weekly on Mondays (usually) as always :)

#ficandchips #promptsandchips #teninch fic #tentoo x rose #timepetalsprompts #weekly prompt #we're always experimenting with what works or doesn't #and always seeking to improve #so we're also open to requests and suggestions :)

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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The Way You Taste (Broadchurch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Alec loves the way you taste.

CW: smut

BROADCHURCH: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Alec is not, generally speaking, an overly verbal person. Sure, he chats, he speaks, and he yells when he’s really angry, but he doesn’t necessarily start conversations or enter conversations unless he really wants to.

Which tells you- he really likes you. If his fingers buried to the knuckle inside your cunt didn’t tell you that already.

“Fuck, feel that-” Alec practically worships, his fingers twisting to reach that spot inside that makes your nerves light up. “So tight f’me, aincha, darlin’.”

You groan, rolling your hips against his fingers. He’s been working you up for it for a while now, soft and slow and deliberate. But despite this, you’re not begging him yet. He’s making sure to roil your pleasure the best way he knows how.

His other hand threads with yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. He pulls your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin.

“Y’er so gorgeous, look at you,” he breathes, fingers stilling for just a minute so he can take in your beauty. “God, I love your pussy, darlin’.”

The groan that leaves you is earthy and betrays to Alec just how much you love the way he talks to you like this. His fingers piston back and forth, and Alec leans down to press a hot open-mouthed kiss on your clit. The action makes you gasp, and you can feel the puff of air from his chuckle on your cunt.

“Tha’s it, love. God, I love the way you smell, the way y’taste.” He licked a stripe from where his fingers disappeared inside you up to your clit, and your hips try to follow the action, desperately wanting him. Desperately wanting more.

“Fuckin’ love the way y’cream around my fingers ‘n cock when I’m inside you,” he breathed, fingers starting to work faster now. That ache deep inside started to grow, hot and heavy and just that right kind of satisfying.

“F-fuck, Alec,” you moaned, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back and flicked his tongue over your clit softly. You had to fight to keep your thighs from closing around him.

“I know, love, I know. Gettin’ close, eh? Tha’s it.”

You were panting now, finally getting to that peak.

Alec renewed his efforts, pounding his fingers into the spots inside you he knows make you cum faster than anything. He knew what he was doing, that was for sure.

“Come on, love. Cum for me. I know y’can, darlin’.”

One, two, three more thrusts of his fingers and his lips closing over your clit to suck you into his mouth was what did it. His tongue flicked across your clit as you fought not to thrash with the pleasure.

His fingers continued to fuck you through the pleasure, and you were pretty convinced you were going to be hoarse by the time he let up.

Your legs twitched as you started to come down from the pleasure, happy chemicals flooding your system. Alec pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, groaning at how good you tasted.

“Fuck, I love y’er cum, darlin’,” he groaned, pulling himself up to collapse onto you for cuddles. “Taste so fuckin’ good f’er me.”

You giggled breathily, chest slowing as your breathing returned to normal.

“I do my best, love,” you replied, pulling him into a kiss.

“Y’certainly do.”

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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A Reception Worth The Miss (Broadchurch One-Shot)

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: You were pretty far from where the ceremony had taken place by now and you were sure you were probably missing the opening bits of the reception.

CW: smut, daddy kink

BROADCHURCH: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Alec wasn’t necessarily the riskiest of people, given that he was a copper and also a relatively anxious person. But when you had mentioned in passing that the thought of, well, semi-public activities excited you, he had seemed more interested than you had thought he would be.

You hadn’t heard anything else about it for a hot minute. Another conversation forgotten to everyone but time. You both continued on with your lives. Little did you know that the thought of fucking you dumb in a private garden, or restaurant bathroom was consuming Alec’s every waking thought from dawn to dusk.

It just so happened that the perfect opportunity presented itself to you both in the form of a wedding. One of your old school friends was getting married at some swanky acreage. It was truly spectacular, and the grounds were free for the guests to roam about after the ceremony.

Alec thought you looked gorgeous, and he scrubbed up pretty well himself if you didn’t say so yourself.

The ceremony went off without a hitch, and your best friend looked radiant as ever. They looked happy. Truly happy.

Alec had asked if you wanted to take a walk, and you said yes, taking his hand and swinging it front and back softly as you wandered about the property. Green grasses, beautiful flowerbeds. It was stunning. You could see yourself getting married here sometime. Or somewhere like here, anyway.

And then you’d stumbled into a round picnic area, hedged in and rather private. You were pretty far from where the ceremony had taken place by now and you were sure you were probably missing the opening bits of the reception. But it would be the bits you didn’t need to be at- all the mingling with people you didn’t know and conversations that you wouldn’t remember in a week's time.

Alec pressed you against one of the stone walls that broke the hedges up. Hot lips mouthed up the column of your throat, his breath sending goosebumps down your arms. You wrapped your arms around him, melting against the warm wall. It was thankfully rather soft for a stone wall, and you counted your blessings for that considering the open-back dress you were currently wearing.

“Fuck, Alec,” you gasped, head dropping back against the wall to better expose your neck to him.

“Alec? Who the fuck is Alec, darlin’?”

Ah, so it was like that today, then. Alec must be feeling pent up.

“Sorry, daddy,” you breathed out, trying to pull him by the hair closer to you, to pull him into your skin. When he was like this it was as though you couldn’t ever get enough.

“Tha’s better, darlin’,” he said darkly, nipping at your throat sharply.

You felt one of his hands trailing over your breast, giving it a hard squeeze. His fingers trailed down your dress and suddenly he was ripping your underwear off and unbuckling his trousers. You bit down on your lip, stifling a giggle.

Alec shoved his trousers and boxers down around his thighs and split your legs apart to rub at your clit in tight, harsh circles. You were already wet from the attention to your neck and found your hips jerking towards him for more. Your insides ached with the need to be filled.

Alec grabbed the undersides of your thighs and hoisted you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips and press back against the wall. You gasped, legs gripping on for dear life. Alec laughed, and it sounded hoarse with desire.

He placed one hand under your ass for support and used the other to rub the head of his cock over your clit, his pre-cum spreading through your folds. You moaned, thigh twitching with pleasure as the soft velvet of his head shot pleasure up your spine.

“Fuck, tha’s it,” he practically growled. “Y’want daddy’s cock, darlin’?”

If your head could drop back any further, it would have. You could feel the slick gathering at your entrance, and you ground your hips up against his cockhead.

“Please daddy,” you whispered out a groan. You wanted him inside you, and you wanted him inside you now.

Alec grunted, and any plans he may have had of teasing you died right then and there. He hoisted you up that little bit higher, and you would have been lying if you said the manhandling didn’t turn you on that little bit more.

He lined his cock up with your entrance and brought you forward to lean against him. He slowly let you slide down on top of him, groaning with how tight your cunt was around him.

“Och, there y’are darlin,” he whispered, pressing panting kisses to your jaw. “So good f’er daddy. Yeah, I ken it’s a lot. Doin’ so good f’er me.”

You whimpered and finally sank down so that you were seated on him fully. Alec rested his head against your shoulder for a moment, getting used to the tight grip of you around him, and then he softly moved his hips back and forth, finding a rhythm that worked for you both.

“F-fuck,” he groaned, hips snapping forward to bury himself inside you. “So fuckin’ tight, darlin. So tight f’er daddy.”

You gasped, nodding in agreement. One of your hands snuck down between your bellies to rub at your clit. From the angle, you could feel his cock sliding in and out of you, pulling at your folds and at your clit.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout what y’said the other day,” he panted, managing to raise his head to look at you. You rubbed faster at yourself. “‘Bout fuckin’ y’out here. Somewhere public. God- couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it, darlin’.”

You nodded, biting at your lip. If he continued to talk to you like this you knew you weren’t going to last very long.

That ache inside started to coil, wrapping tight around your nerves and refusing to let go.

“All I’ve been thinkin’ about is havin’ y’out in the woods. In the garden- f-uck- eatin’ y’er pretty pussy until y’cream for me.”

Your hips jerked towards him and the way your cunt clenched around him made him growl out the dirtiest ‘fuck’ you’ve ever heard.

“Anyone could come out here ‘n see us, darlin’,” he panted, sweat beading on his hairline. “See me fuckin’ y’like the little slut y’are. Mhm, such a slut f’er daddy,” he added, noting how you responded to that.

You’d always had a bit of a thing for being called names. This was a dream come true for you. And for Alec, too, apparently.

“Fuck, Alec,” you whined, struggling to keep your fingers moving on your clit. The pleasure was expanding as you got closer and closer to orgasm. “Fuck- daddy,” you corrected once the realisation got through your haze. “Gonna cum- fuck please!”

Alec’s hands moved to dig into your hips, fingers definitely leaving pretty bruises for you to admire later. His hips snapped against you, and with every thrust his tummy fuzz brushed against the top of your fingers as you furiously rubbed your clit, chasing that high that was so, so close.

“Cum f’er me, slut. Daddy’s little slut, eh? Yeah, I ken, darlin’, I ken.”

Just like that, you came, back arching away from the wall as your cunt contracted with pleasure around him. You let out a hoarse cry as Alec continued to fuck you through it, groaning and panting himself with pleasure.

He wasn’t going to last much longer either.

Even as your pleasure plateaued and you came back down, Alec fucked himself into you, chasing his own orgasm now. You stopped rubbing at your clit but the pleasing ache that came with being fucked after an orgasm kept you pliant and moaning for him.

You offered Alec your soaked fingers to suck on, which he took into his mouth gratefully, tongue laving at the digits to suck every last drop of your taste off them.

Alec grunted and his hips snapped against you as he came. His mouth dropped open in a moan, and you slid your fingers from his mouth and cupped his cheek. The residue of his saliva was left to cool on his skin as your hand dropped to his shoulder.

“Fuck, I love y’darlin.”

You grinned as he finally let you down onto the ground and found your footing once again.

“I love you too, Alec. I think we might need to do this again sometime. I’m particularly interested in your thoughts on eating me out in the garden.”

Alec’s cheeks flushed just a tad, and you laughed.

“Tha’ can be arranged, darlin’.”

It certainly could.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Rough Around The Edges (Broadchurch)

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

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

CW: this is fucking filthy and i love it, vaginal sex, face slapping, thigh slapping, degradation, verbal humiliation, dirty talk

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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When you’d started dating Alec, you hadn’t necessarily clued him into a whole lot of your fantasies at first. Particularly not when things were still so early and you were mostly making love and not… necessarily… exploring each other's deeper desires.

But as time went on, you found that as things tend to do, they naturally progressed. And so did your discussions around things to try in the bedroom. When Alec had asked if you had any specific requests or interests, you’d bit your lip and told him to make you tell him. And he did. Four just-out-of-reach orgasms later. Though it was a little unnecessary given the way he’d wrung the answers out of you was exactly what you were after.

You wanted him to be rough with you.

And not rough in the sense that things would hurt more than they’d be pleasurable, of course. You just wanted a little more excitement. A little more danger. You weren’t sure at first that Alec would understand given his line of work, but he never so much as gave you an odd look. It was quite common as it turned out, for women to enjoy that sort of thing.

So here you were, pinned beneath his snapping hips and whining loudly into his ear.

“Och- do be quiet, darlin’- daddy’s workin, eh?”

You whimpered as he thrust particularly harshly into your heat. You would have tried to wriggle underneath him, but there was no point even trying with the way you were being held in place like some sort of toy to be used. The thought made your cunt clench around him. The man in question groaned, fingers bruising into your thigh.

“Fuck, love,” he panted, slapping the inside of your thigh. You jolted, yelping into his ear. “So fucking tight, y’are- fuck-”

You were panting beneath him, cunt aching deep inside from the need and pure desire to cum. God, you needed to cum. But Alec was doing as you asked and using you purely for his own release. He had no regard for your own orgasm, and that only served to turn you on even more.

“Darlin’,” Alec warned, one hand coming up to press against your throat. You could see he was into it but was also concerned about hurting you. You nodded softly, letting him know this was okay. “Thought I told you t’be quiet- eh? If y’don’t stop, I’m gonna have to make you, y’ken?”

You did your best to be quiet. You really did, but as soon as he started plowing into your g-spot and moaning sinfully right into your skin it became impossible.

And then it happened. You were so shocked that the action did not even register for a second. It appeared by the expression on Alec’s face that he had not been expecting it either. He’d slapped you. Just an experimental thing, a little sting searing into your skin as the pain started to register.

And then you moaned in response. You hadn’t meant to. The sound was loud, slutty and betrayed exactly how you felt about it. Alec’s gaze locked onto your lips. Oh, he wanted you to make that sound again.

Alec started thrusting his hips, groaning as he started to chase his release properly now. His cock was twitching inside you and you couldn’t help the way you were keening your torso off the bed. You didn’t have the option to grind your hips up against him, so that’s all you had.

Your fingers trailed down to rub against your clit, harsh movements back and forth right where you needed it.

“Again,” you panted. Alec acquiesced, another little bloom of pain blossoming across your cheek. This one was a little less unsure.

“Fuck, Again.”

Alec’s palm connected with your other cheek this time, his hips stuttering forward. Oh, he was liking this too.

“Fuck, Alec- please- please-”

“Yeah?” Another slap. “Look at you, gettin’ off to daddy slapping you, eh? Dirty fuckin’ girl.” Another. “Filthy fuckin’ thing, I love you- fuck-”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks and with how hard and fast Alec was thrusting himself inside you and how harshly you were rubbing your clit, it wasn’t going to be long before you shoved yourself right over that edge.

“One more- daddy- one more, fuck- I’m-”

Alec chuckles heavily, his laugh punctuated with pants. He gripped you by the jaw and forced you to make eye contact with him.

“Y’er going to cum for me, darlin’- goin’ to cum so fuckin’ hard- and f’er what? My hand on your cheek, eh? God, I-” his voice drops off into a moan. “Fuck, filthy ‘n pathetic, look at you. Love you so much, darlin’. Come on, come f’er me now.”

One more slap to your cheek and you were coming undone on his cock. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your orgasm roll over you, your whole body shaking with the effort.

Alec fucked you through it mercilessly. His hands both moved down to grip at your hips so he could focus on bringing himself to release.

Your cries and clenching around his cock sent him over the edge, ropes of his cum spurting inside you. He groaned, voice scraping like gravel as his hips jerked into you a few more times, the last of his high pulsing through him.

When he was spent, Alec all but collapsed on top of you, causing you to grunt softly.

“Are you alright, darlin’? Was I too rough?”

To your ear, he sounded half asleep already. Or maybe he was just delirious with pleasure. It could have been either, honestly.

Your fingers brushed the raised marks on your cheeks, delighting in the sensitive tingles that worked their way across your nerves as you did so.

“Y-yeah, I’m- I’m good,” you panted, pulling at his arm so that he’d pull himself up and kiss you. He did so without question, pulling you up so he could roll you both over. You landed on his chest and his arm wrapped around you to hold you comfortingly.

“Give it another minute and I’ll go get somethin’ to clean you up with, alright? You did so well for me, love. Always so good f’er me.”

You hummed, snuggling closer.

“Always,” you responded softly. Alec laughed, trailing his fingers up your skin and back down again.

“Always, darlin’. Always.”

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Mortified (Broadchurch)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader (fem anatomy) 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

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

CW: semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, getting caught in the act

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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There was one benefit to Alec’s odd working hours- and that was that there was barely anyone at his office late in the evening. The other less workaholic-inclined employees trailed off to a trickle around eight in the evening, and by ten it was usually just Alec. Past that- well, the office was pretty much a definite ghost town.

You didn’t come over to the station every night. That would be far too tiring and you had your own job to get to in the mornings. But some nights when all you wanted to was to spend time with Alec- just to see him. On those nights you made the sacrifice to your sleep to go and see him.

He always grumbled at first, complaining about how he just had too much work to do and how you shouldn’t be there because it was a risk to whatever investigations he was working on- blah, blah, blah. He always gave in though when you brought him an extra strong espresso and a kiss hello. Yes. An extra strong espresso at ten plus in the evening. You were aware of how ridiculous it was.

Tonight, you’d managed to convince Alec to hoist you up onto his desk and finger fuck you to within an inch of your cunts life. He was standing between your pushed-open legs, tie loose around his neck and sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. The fabric of your skirt was stretching and you were almost worried that it was going to rip up the seams. Though you were pretty sure Alec would get a real kick out of that.

The man in question currently had his tongue in your mouth and three fingers flexing and pumping mercilessly into your pussy. You were pretty sure there was slick dripping down onto his desk and coating his mouse pad. He’d have to get a new one at this rate.

“God, look at you,” he says, forcing himself to pull away from your mouth and dropping his head onto your shoulder. His fingers didn’t stop pumping for even a second, even though you were absolutely sure his whole arm was aching from wrist to shoulder blade. Oh well, at least you could say with confidence that he never skipped arm day. “So fuckin’ tight for me, darlin’.”

You whined and did your best to grind yourself onto his fingers.

“Holy- Sir- fuck, sorry!”

You froze, cunt clenching around Alec’s fingers half in fear and half in desperation as he came to a complete stop. You were panting, looking over his shoulder at the back wall of his office but you’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“Miller,” Alec said somewhat awkwardly. “What’re you doin’ here so late?”

Alec’s fingers started to retreat, pulling out of you. You did your best to contain the whimper of complaint threatening to spill from your lips.

“Oh- I- needed- I, fuck- don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. “See you tomorrow!”

You heard rapidly departing footsteps back into the office and down the stairs towards the doors. You groaned, head dropping back. Alec’s face was flushed such a deep red that it might have looked as though he had a rash if you didn’t know better.

“Well, that was…” you trailed off, looking for the right words.

“Mm,” Alec agreed, looking positively mortified.

You broke off into a fit of horrified giggles, and you were pleased when Alec at the very least broke out into a smile.

“Ellie’s never going to look at you or me or this desk the same way ever again,” you giggled, pressing kisses to Alec’s cheeks.

“Probably not,” he agreed. “Now, where were we, eh?”

You gasped as his fingers started moving again, his thumb coming to rub against your clit.

“Where indeed?” You asked breathily, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Alec chuckled darkly as you keened under his touch.

“There y’are. So good for me.”

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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ohhhh gosh what about alec taking ur virginity hcs ??? rrahhh

Hi my dearest,

Hopefully, this is what you were after!

Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader

Broadchurch Tag List: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

18+ under the cut!

He tries really hard to make it cliche special- because that's what he thinks he's supposed to do. He does the whole thing- rose petals in the bedroom, champagne, a nice dinner.

He's super awkward about it at first, waffling on and trying to make sure you're comfortable the whole time.

Eventually it's gonna have to be you to take him by the shoulders and promise him you're comfortable and ready for this.

After that he kind of stops asking as much, more so just reading the room.

He presses kisses from your neck all the way down your chest and tummy before he spreads you and eats you out, tongue flicking against your clit.

He gets you close to the edge before he stops, giving you time to cool down before he's sliding two fingers inside you. You're wet from him eating you out and he crooks them just right to start feeling around for your g-spot. Everyone's different.

He works you open until you're desperate for him, cooing about how good you're being and checking in every now and again to ensure he's making you feel good (he likes the affirmation too. He's a big fan of praise)

When he finally sinks inside, he struggles to keep himself from moving immediately, letting you get used to him before he starts moving inside you.

He thrusts slowly and languidly, making love to you for your first time. He helps you angle your hips and encourages you to rub your clit for him while he focuses on getting the best angle for you.

He focuses more on making sure you finish at least twice before he does. He asks if it's okay for him to finish inside you.

He finishes with a few jerky thrusts before finally stilling and wrapping you up in his arms.

He spends the next little while just cuddling with you, rubbing the skin of your hips and tummy.

You both fall asleep like that, happy and sated.

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gracesimp · 7 months

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Could i request Alec Hardy? Maybe reader is feeling a little down and Alec tries to cheer them up by giving her compliments about their body and how cute they are? (It doesn't have to be smut if you don't want to.)

Also, I really like your content. 💥

to love you

alec hardy x fem!reader

summary: reader is feeling a little insecure. Alec cheers her up in the best possible way.

Alec Hardy was pretty notorious in the small town of Broadchurch for being the no-nonsense, broody detective. The most affection he had shown to someone in public had been an awkward pat on the back when one of his coworkers did well.

But, in private, with only one person, he found his hardened exterior diminished completely, replaced with soft half lidded eyes and adoring glances.

"Darlin', is everything alright?" He calls out as he sits on the bed in only his briefs.

It had started with a little kiss. And then some touching. Alec's hand running down her curves, her fingers tugging at his hair. But it ended when a nearly naked Alec was desperately trying to unbutton his partner's top. Her hand grabbed his softly and she quickly excused herself to the en-suite hotel bathroom. That was nearly ten minutes ago.

Slowly, the door creaks open and Y/n walks out in only a robe. Alec quickly looks up, a soft smile on his lips as he sees her, but it's replaced with a little frown when he notices the way she fidgets with her fingers.

"What's wrong?" He asks softly, his knees digging into the mattress as Y/n stands in front of him, looking a little shy.

"I'm just feeling a little..." She trails off, her heart thumping as she avoids his eyes. "I don't like my body much today." She eventually confesses, her voice small.

Alec's eyebrows shoot up, as if he had heard something completely unbelievable. "You don't? Why not?" He prods softly, shifting on the bed so he's kneeling, his face close to her neck.

A little sigh leaves Y/n's lips, and she blinks back tears. "My belly is bloated, my thighs are-" She can't even finish the sentence as a tear wiggles down her cheek. "Sorry."

Using his rough, calloused hands, he slowly tugs at the robe, his eyes looking up at her, asking if she was okay with this. When she makes no objection, he removes the robe, watching as it falls to the floor and pools around her feet. "This belly?" He asks, his finger running down it teasingly slow, making her suck in a breath. Alec smirks, but looks at her with an air of innocence. "This cute, sexy belly?" He continues as her face heats up.

"it's not cute nor sexy." Y/n denies in a stubborn mumble, but her lips twitch up despite herself.

Letting out a deep chuckle, Alec shakes his head. "Oh, but, love. I disagree." He places his lips softly on her tummy, and Y/n scrunches her nose to try and hide her smile. He places soft, gentle kisses all over her stomach causing Y/n to finally erupt into a fit of giggles as his scruff tickles her belly. He smirks in triumph, pulling back and looking up at her again.

"I don't like you very much." She says with a smile.

"Well, I love you." He states, his hands now grabbing her hips. "What else did you say you didn't like? your thighs?" Y/n merely rolls her lips together, and Alec neither waits for a response as he attacks her thighs with his lips.

His girlfriend giggles louder when he playfully nibbles at the flesh delicately. She looks down at him, her eyes full of love, and she cannot help herself as the urge to run her fingers through his hair consumes her.

"I love you," She whispers, using both of her hands to cup his face, dragging his head up to meet hers.

The detective grins cheekily. "I know." Her thumb rubs his cheek soothingly, but he suddenly yanks her down onto the bed by her hips, and she squeals in surprise before laughing.

#broadchurch #david tennant #david tennant x reader #alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #request

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Enticing (Broadchurch Drabble)

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

Summary: Alec comes home and ruins your anniversary surprise for himself.

CW: none? it's not smut, but there's lingerie and wandering eyes

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It was supposed to be a surprise for your anniversary. Alec was taking you out to dinner, and you were going to wear a pretty dress with pretty lace in Alec’s favourite colour and when you got home, you were going to sit him down on the edge of the bed, put some sexy music on and undress yourself, show him your pretty new lingerie (also in Alec’s favourite colour) and then ride him until he busted one inside you and wore himself out, the poor thing.

But no. Your plans for the evening? Ruined. All thanks to the man himself.

You’d wanted to make sure the lingerie fitted one more time before you started getting ready for your date night later and Alec decided that this was the one day in the history of his very long, very late career that he needed to come home early. During the daylight, no less. Had Hell frozen over?

And so, he’d ruined the surprise for himself, wandering into the bedroom and seeing you in all your glory. He’d stopped short right in the doorway, mouth dropping open in shock.

“Fuck- sorry,” he’d said at first, thinking he’d just wandered in while you were getting changed. But then he noticed the colour, the lace, the fit. “God, you look- stunning.”

You deflated, arms dropping down to your sides.

“Damn it, Alec- it was supposed to be a surprise. You didn’t knock. You didn’t even tell me you were coming home.”

“I’m sorry, love,” he said, coming to stand before you. He raked his eyes up your form, and you took notice of the way his eyes dilated with lust. “Just nipped home f’er a wee snack. Forgot my lunch.”

As far as explanations go, it was pretty poor.

“Why didn’t you get something out?”

“Don’t like the food ‘ere,” he said, lips curling distastefully. “Wanted- erm- some of last night's dinner.”

Last night’s dinner was, in fact, pork ribs you’d made. Your speciality. Alec rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I see,” you replied. “Well, you’re here now- what do you think?”

You did a little twirl, squeezing your own hips and smoothing your hands over your barely covered skin.

“Och, darlin’,” Alec says, stepping forward and running a hand up your side. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Nuh-uh,” you tutted, stepping away from his exploratory hands. “You’ve had your sneak peek. Go on, get.”

Alec frowned, giving you unintentional puppy eyes.

“Don’t give me that look. You can unwrap your present when we get home from dinner.”

Alec grumbled but didn’t protest too much after that. Though when you finally did make it to dinner, he seemed pretty eager to eat and get home.

In fact, you didn’t even get dessert. He insisted he had something far sweeter than anything that restaurant had waiting at home for him.

How enticing. How could you say no to that?

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raz-writes-the-thing · 7 months

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first masterlist

this masterlist has hit the link limit. please see SECOND MASTERLIST for more works

masterlist masterpost

fandoms are in alphabetical order

BAD SAMARITAN

Cale Erendreich x Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

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

Cale wants you to ride his boot.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Your Devil - (Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader)

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

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

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

BROADCHURCH

Alec Hardy x Reader

Headcanons

Alec taking fem!readers virginity HCS 18+ ONLY

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Confessional Feelings - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

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

Unconditional Support - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

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

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

Alec discovers you fantasise about his tongue. A lot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alec comes home and ruins your anniversary surprise for himself.

Missed - (Alec Hardy x GN!Reader)

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

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

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

Bullshite Doctors - (Alec Hardy x Fem!Reader)

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

DOCTOR WHO

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Blowjob HCS 18+ ONLY

Relationship HCS 18+ ONLY

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Accountability - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

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

Trans Pride - (Tenth Doctor x Masc!Reader)

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DW Drabble - (Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader)

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

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

The Doctor asks about your touchy nature.

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

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

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

The Doctor really enjoys seeing his marks on your skin.

GOOD OMENS (TV)

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

How They'd Deal With Anger Issue!Reader

How They'd Take Care of You HCS

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow on drabble post

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

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

Movie Magic - (Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader)

Aziraphale and Crowley comfort the reader after a bad day.

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

Your partners catch you singing under your breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aziraphale x Reader

Full Length Fics (600 words plus)

Much Better - (Aziraphale x GN!Reader)

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

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

Crowley x Reader

Headcanons

Angel!Crowley HCs for Shy!Singer!Reader

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

Paper Boat - (Crowley x Reader)

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

Going Steady? - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

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

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

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

Flushed (Crowley x Fem!Reader) 18+ ONLY

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

Untitled - (Crowley x GN!Reader)

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

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

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

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

FWB!Reader accidentally tells Crowley they love him.

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

Crowley really, really, likes to eat you out.

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

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

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

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

Reader visits Crowley's flat for the first time.

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

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

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

It's nice to lay in and snuggle.

PRIMEVAL (TV SHOW)

Connor Temple x Reader

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

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

PRODIGAL SON

Martin Whitly x Reader

Martin Whitley HCS X X

Soft!Dom Martin HCS

Full-Length Fics (600 words plus)

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

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

Study Materials - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

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

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

Martin gets you a collar.

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

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

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

Martin will do anything to make you smile.

Kisses - (Martin Whitly x GN!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

SECRET SMILE

Brendan Block x Reader

Brendan charm HCs

THE WALKING DEAD (TV)

Negan x Reader

Full-Legnth Fics (600 words plus)

Negan x GN!Virgin!Reader HCs

Distraction - (Negan x Reader) 18+ ONLY

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

Binders and Bonding - (Negan x GN!Reader)

Negan catches the Reader trying on a binder.

That Smile - (Negan x TransMale!Reader)

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

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

Negan fucks the reader up against a fence.

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

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

Drabbles (600 words or less)

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

You invite Negan to come shower with you.

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

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

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

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

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