#alec hardy drabble

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Starved (Alec Hardy)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Alec?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, God- fucking fuck- fuck, Alec!” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Never,” is his reply.

[dupert-writing]

I'd be fool not to love you

[Alec Hardy/Reader]

• Gender Neutral Reader

• Genre: Short, Hurt/comfort

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

Polish Version

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

What if Alec Hardy tried to be “cool” and “spooky” for Halloween? Drabble idea, no pressure at all!

Not sure if he can try cool, but he'll try spooky, haha.

This is just a normal fic, not related to any of my aus.

On with the fic!

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"I'm not doing this." Hardy tossed the paper onto the desk.

"It's just something fun that the department wants to do." Miller said in that damn tone that made Hardy feel like he ticked off the wrong person.

"But what's the point of it?" Hardy frowned, leaning back in his seat.

"It's for fun, alright? Halloween is a fun time, can you just... try to participate in anything here that isn't strictly work?" Miller asked. "You've been here for ages and you participate in nothing we do here! It's a little Halloween party, for an hour or two! You don't have to wear a costume for the whole day!"

"I don't want to wear a costume."

If looks could kill, Hardy was sure that his pacemaker would malfunction right now. He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. "One hour, that's it."

"Great!" Miller smiled, pushing the flyer closer to him. "Wear something scary."

"Why?"

"Cause it's different from your sad outfits." She snorted and headed out of his office.

Hardy glared at her before picking up the flyer. He didn't want to buy a costume to wear for an hour only. This was stupid, he didn't see the point of this other than to kill time for a bit because not a lot was happening around town.

He rubbed at his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "Something scary..."

He could do something cheap and typical, 'scary', probably what you'd expect to see.

Or he could just do something that might throw Miller off.

He grabbed his phone, he was sure that Daisy could help him out with the makeup.

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"Where's Hardy?" Ellie asked, looking around the office. "Did he lock himself in his office to get out of this, or did he escape when he had the chance?"

"Last I saw," one of her coworkers spoke up, "he went into the restroom, I think he said something about getting his costume on?"

"How long ago was that?"

"Ten or fifteen minutes ago?"

Ellie frowned and turned to go to see if he was done yet. She walked up to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Sir? Are you in there?"

"Just a second." Came Hardy's voice from the other side.

Ellie sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting another two or so minutes before the door opened and out stepped Hardy. She blanched as she looked at him.

His suit was pressed and actually buttoned correctly, hell, his tie was straight. His hair was brushed and styled and his beard had been shaved off, and the bags under his eyes seemed to be... gone.

God, he looked like a totally different person, and it freaked her out. "Jesus, what the hell are you wearing!?"

"Something that I knew would scare you." Hardy said before walking past her. Ellie swore he smiled just a little smug-like when he said that.

"Damnit, you're a nightmare like this!" She said once she started following him.

"Good, exactly what I wanted, makes this all worth it."

"I get it, I get it, we won't get you involved in any more activities like this."

"Thank you."

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I feel like he's not the kind of person to dress up, but I couldn't resist including that really, REALLY weird moment we saw in season two of what Hardy looked like when he worked on the Sandbrook case.

[destroyndecay]

masterlist!

daryl dixon ♡

🔥= smut

Mine 🔥

Surprise

Caring

Tease

Vamp!Daryl Drabble

I need ya.

Daryl smoking drabble

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

Family

Torture 🔥

Golden

Ride a Cowboy

For You

Teacher's Pet 🔥

more norman characters ♡

Funny Sonny - Late Night Impulses 🔥

other characters ♡

Eddie Brock - First Time

Alec Hardy - Persuasion

[david-tennant-addict]

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! 💜💜💜

[cosmal]

I must write a jealous!alec hardy drabble me thinks

[thesecondbeatitude]

thanks for the tag, juni!

mine are as follows:

1. "The door opens after the third set of knocks—just enough time for Will to adjust his grip on the bag dangling off his shoulder and the port clenched in his fist, and contemplate going home."

-> i was drinking down the sin (hannigram, immediately post-randall)

2. "Will finds himself staring at the door to Hannibal’s office."

-> mortal actions never deceive the gods (hannigram, s1 PWP)

3. "Love is the slick of blood in his gums, the grind of flesh between his teeth."

-> teeth painted red (double drabble character study of will graham)

4. "“No,” Alec says. “Absolutely not.”"

-> the cat (broadchurch, in which alec hardy adopts a cat)

5. "(in the beginning, she created the stars.)"

-> seven (and it was good) (ineffable wives, experimental double drabble)

6. "in a stroke of cosmic poetry, he catches the doctor by a river."

-> this is yours now (your pain to keep) (time lord victorious!ten x eot!simm!master, vaguely western)

7. "He’s not in his room, he's not in her room, he's not in the shed."

-> all the stars that point to home (14 & donna, hurt/comfort)

8. "The first game was one of rock and bone and blood; the Master has never stopped playing."

-> bones will be bones (tensimm + shattered kneecaps aboard the valiant)

9. "i'd kill you if i could live without you, and--"

-> pull out our hearts (tensimm, wasteland scene, experimental prose)

10. "It's three am, perhaps, when he hears the bang, the thud, and the scream."

-> morally bankrupt shenanigans (a fic written for @alexmey-does-an-arts's "morally bankrupt scientists" tensimm au)

ANALYSIS:

well, 2/3 of all the hannigram fics i've written start with will staring at hannibal's door 😂

jokes aside... i think i have a penchant for intros that leap right into fic...

i know, like, two writers on here, and one of them tagged me😂 so if you haven't been tagged yet, feel free to join in!

Fic Tag Chain

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! (thank you to @roxannepolice for the tag!!!)

"Six dogs. One Will Graham." ~ old mr graham had troubles of his own (will graham + dogs + cat + L + ratio)

"At first there’s sound—noise, really—it grates and grates and is that panting he hears?" ~ you reap what you sow (uhhh...tensimm identity crisis with a twist, we'll go with)

“Kneel.” ~ cut mouth bleeding razors (tensimm smut, with its own twist, even...)

"The issue isn’t that the Doctor is old, though he is…unpleasant to look at, the Master can admit that." ~ hand in unlovable hand in unlovable hand (simm master + simm master + ten + the most rancid selfcest vibes in eternity)

"They used to play a game when they were children, a long, long time ago." ~ a martyrdom, a kingdom that will never come (part ii of a gallifreyan funerary ritual fic w/ @koscheiisms, tensimm edition)

"Borusa was the one who found them." the purest lick of fire (part i of the gallifreyan funerary ritual fic, academy era thoschei, torvic rock murder ft. borusa pov)

"He stumbles, helpless as a newborn woprat, and sometimes not being bad is like being good, so she watches him meet the ground of his own accord without throwing herself into the mix." ~ and i find you with a thimble weeping (tenmissy <3 beloved tenmissy <3)

"He opens his eyes to darkness, to a staunch nothingness that grates in its totality." Clawing for the Stars (sam tyler whump)

"Crawly adjusted the tails of their blouse around their embroidered girdle, the shirt spread wide and exposing the smooth planes of their chest." As time began unwinding, I'd be yours alone (aziracrow through the ages + music)

"The knife glints in the peek between shadows—sharp, wicked, honed to a point and chipped towards the hilt." i'm only what you wanted for a little while (installment from ongoing series informally known as 'saxteen kissies')

WOW okay i am terrible at analysis...however, fascinated by the recent trend of launching into the thick of it...in my head, most of my fics start with a heavy lead-up, this is really great insight! and was a blast to do, so thank you again @roxannepolice!

tagging @lohengreen @harrowq @koscheiisms @incorrectquotesconaisseur @thesecondbeatitude (fully sure i've double tagged people but soo la voo, as the kids say) (please join in if not tagged if you'd like!)

[mellicose]

One Word Drabbles

Alec Hardy, Mirror

Submitted by Anonymous

"Moremoremore-" she said as she bounced impatiently on his lap, eyes closed with ecstasy.

He clicked his tongue and gripped her hips, then gathered her up in his arms. "Take it slow, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere."

"Wanna come," she said, pouting.

"You don't trust me to give you orgasms?" he said. She opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes softened at her entreaty.

"I do," she said. He kissed her, and spread her thighs.

"Then do as I say. Look at yourself. You're so absolutely delicious. I want you to see." He pointed at the mirror.

[somethinglikethatyeah83]

MASTERLIST:

Requests Are Open

Tenth Doctor:

VERA STORIES (can also be read as x reader):

Coordinates — The Doctor is alone again, too dangerous to have company, but then an old friend calls. Who is he to pass her up?

Wedding — Vera and Ten get stranded on a planet that worships marriage and relationships, how else would they get back to the Tardis other than marriage?

Comfort — Death will always surround the two of them, and worries will always arise, but she always found it hard to open up

SFW Alphabet — A safe-for-work alphabet for our two favourite timelords

Us Again — A near ending to the Family Of Blood episodes but with Vera in place of Joan.

Two Doctors — The last episode of Season 4, Journeys End rewrite but with Vera and a very jealous Rose

Theta, Vera — Vera was just trying to get back to her own Tardis, but it didn't go according to plan.

Language — A short drabble about Ten and Vera and Gallifreyan... he's missed speaking it, that's all

Alec Hardy:

X READERS:

You're Alright — Alec comes home from the office after a bad day, what can you do to help? Be with him.

He Got Away — You know who Danny's killer is, but only because he comes to have a word with you...

Campbell Bain:

X READERS:

I'm Here — Campbell is always there to help out when you need it <3

Gifts — Reader has trouble verbally expressing their love so they turn to gifts for Campbell

[raz-writes-the-thing]

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.” 

[softhairedhotch]

MASTERLIST

last updated: 13/05/24 (british date)

last updated section: 9-1-1

ao3 / moon knight blog / ted lasso blog / smallville blog / 9-1-1 blog

criminal minds

ALL WORKS [mosty aaron hotchner, but it's a pretty big masterlist compiled of headcanons, one-shots, smut, fluff, gifs... pretty much everything lol]

last updated: 13/02/24

the last of us

JOEL MILLER MULTI-CHAPTER FICS

bullet boy [joel x male oc on ao3, unfinished and probably won't be, 6/28 chapters]

last updated: 30/04/23

the walking dead

RICK GRIMES SMUTTY ONE-SHOTS/DRABBLES

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[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Still thinking about the Vardy au, so here's a little thing with them talking to each other. This is... probably before their relationship really got started, but there's some developing things between them.

As always with this au, Hardy is a vampire (and he's terrible at it, but he's been alive for nearly a century so something's working), and Lucian shows up in Broadchurch to chase down some creatures causing trouble. He ends up joining the investigation to help.

On with the fic!

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"You said tea is something you can drink? Ellie told me to give it to you, and she said, in her own words, 'that he better drink every last damn drop'."

Hardy looked up at the man standing before him and his desk, holding a take-away cup in each hand. He scowled, of course Miller was telling Lucian things, she seemed to trust him far more than Hardy did.

"Did she make it?" He asked, taking the cup handed to him.

"She did, said it had exactly what you needed in it."

He popped the lid off and sniffed it, blood, and the office's typical brand of black tea. He wondered where she got the blood, is she hiding a stash so she makes sure he actually consumes some outside of his blood pills? Uhg.

He put the lid back on and took a sip, he would never admit that she knew exactly how to make tea the way he liked it best. Hardy watched as Lucian sat down on the couch across from him, drinking from his own cup.

"Did you need something?" Hardy asked, setting his glasses on his face before grabbing for one of the files on his desk.

"I am a bit curious about something."

"And that would be?"

"Why are you so resistant to consuming blood when you know you need it? Your friend has to sneak it into your drinks, and I've seen her put it on whatever food she brings you." Lucian leaned forwards, elbows on his knees, a studious look on his face. Hardy hated it when people tried to read him.

He glanced at the cup of tea, making a face at it. "I have no choice but to accept that I am a vampire, but that doesn't mean I have to do everything those beasts do."

"Blood is necessary."

"I have my ways of consuming it."

"You mean the pills? The dry blood you keep on your person?"

Hardy glared at him now. "It works."

Lucian sighed and leaned back. "I am still unsure of your vampire kind, but I have met quite a number of them in my long life. And yours? I am very... confused by it. I have seen vampires who have avoided drinking fresh blood, only to go feral. My kind's vampires drank from animals, and humans, but soon learned to make a synthetic blood. I know those who feed from animals, do you?"

"No, I don't like the taste, but I'll drink it if I have to." Hardy said, setting aside the file, grabbing another one instead. "And I do have blood bags at home, I just try to not drink it around people except my family. And Miller, but that's only because she found out."

"I see. It confuses me that you also consume blood with human food, does that help?"

"You sure have a lot of questions."

"Like you, detective, I am a curious person." Lucian smiled and Hardy huffed at him.

He took a drink from the tea and set it aside. "It's strange, I can eat a few things, mainly meat, but it has to be... iron-rich? I guess it helps if I'm not drinking blood. Toast is weird, doesn't bother me, but most foods make me sick or tastes like ash. It's a weird side-effect, but it helps to blend in. Why do you want to know these things?"

Lucian stared at him and Hardy frowned, feeling nervous. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't know me, you have no reason to." Hardy stated without much thought.

"I am allowed to worry about you."

"Why?"

He watched the lycan rise from the couch, he just smiled at Hardy as he walked out of the office, closing the door behind him. Hardy sat there quietly for a moment, completely confused by what just happened.

Why would Lucian worry about him? It's not like he cares.

Right?

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

Since you did the Doctor seeing Sam Tyler and thinking he was the master any chance you could do one where the Doctor see Alec Hardy from broadchurch? Thank you! :)

“Hang on,” the Doctor frowned, ducking his head back around the doorframe in Martha’s mum’s lounge. He’d been paying a passing visit to his former companion, or trying to, only his aim was as terrible as ever and he’d ended up in the wrong house in early 2010s, scaring the death out of Francine Jones - something which he had to admit was not entirely a bad thing. “Who’s that?” 

“Who?” Francine asked, furrowing her brow before looking back at the TV screen. “Him?”

“Yes, him.”

“That’s… oh, what’s his name? Nice man, Scottish. David Tennant? I believe? Playing Alec something-or-other. He’s a detective.”

“What’s the programme?” 

“Broadchurch. It’s about a murder in a seaside town,” Francine’s frown intensified as she looked between the Time Lord and the screen. “Is there something you’re not telling us, Doctor?” 

[trashboatprince]

No one asked, but I’m in the mood to write something for that Martin/Hardy au I was talking about a while back.

Just a little thing, mostly just the earlier stuff in the case Hardy is involved with and how much he doesn’t trust Martin.

Since this is through Hardy’s pov, he doesn’t know Martin’s real name, he just knows him as Clare Montgomery.

Warning: discussion of a murder, implied content of what happened but nothing really detailed or said, hints to the events of the finale for Prodigal Son (super vague though, so I’m not spoiling for anyone), pre-relationship so Hardy does NOT like Martin at all 

On with the fic!

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The sight of store-bought blond locks had Hardy very tempted to just turn right back around to the car, but that wasn’t professional of a detective inspector. And Miller would just grab him by the collar of his shirt and drag him back to the crime scene.

There were already officers there, blocking off the area from the public. While they were doing this, another officer was quietly talking to Montgomery, who seemed too excited to having been the one who apparently found the body. At least, that is what Hardy was suspecting, since he doesn’t see anyone else around that wasn’t involved in the investigation.

His suspicions of the mysterious American just went up.

Ever since they first met, he didn’t trust Clare Montgomery. Which was normal for Hardy, he didn’t trust many people, but to meet a man who just moved to Broadchurch, someone who gave off an air of ‘trying too hard to be normal’, only for a brutal murder to happen shortly after his arrival?

That sure set off warning bells.

But Hardy was a professional, he was good at his job, despite the comments he had dealt with for years. He got cases solved, he did his work to the best of his abilities, and he lived under the rule of ‘everyone is a suspect until proven otherwise’. 

And that went for weird American’s with terrible choices in hair dye.

“Ah!” Montgomery turned, seeing Hardy and Miller approaching, all smiles and joy, even though the situation was not that. “Detectives! Good morning! Now, I know this looks bad, but I would like to put it out there that I am not involved in this at all, outside of having been the poor soul to stumble upon the young lady.”

“You do know that most people don’t say things like that with smiles on their faces when trying to prove they’re innocent, yes?” Miller asked, raising an eyebrow. Sometimes she was the blunt one out of the two of them, and Hardy could appreciate it. 

“Ah, well, that is true, sorry. It’s not every day you stumble upon a body while taking a morning walk, but then again, you never know what will happen in your life.” Montgomery shrugged, glancing off to where the body of the victim was.

Hardy frowned deeply. “You didn’t approach her, did you?” He asked, trying to keep level-headed about this. He was not in the mood for this cheery stranger’s weirdness today.

Or any day, really. Montgomery made him feel weird, and he didn’t understand why. Bad vibes, Daisy would say, probably. She probably has some young person term for this.

“Of course not!” The fake-blond scoffed. “Look, I’m not a novice when it comes to this sorta thing!”

This earned him a look and it seemed that Montgomery realized what he had said. “That is to say that I know not to get too close, to contaminate a crime scene. Come on, I’ve seen the television shows, and I... know a profiler.”

A look crossed Montgomery’s face, his hand twitched, shaking, until he gripped his wrist with his other hand.  

This caught Hardy’s attention, it looked bitter, the expression on the other’s face. Bitter and hurt, yet... respectful? How odd.  

“You know one?” Hardy asked, a bit curious of this.

“Yes, but rather, knew would be a better word here. We didn’t exactly part on... good terms, last we saw one another. Bad blood between us now... anyway!” The look was gone, the smile returned. “Is she another victim of your mysterious killer? Often times a killer will not just stop at one, especially if the first was planned!”

“What makes you think that this could be tied to the Thomas case?” Miller clucked her tongue, making her way towards where the body laid just off the walking path they were on, probably to talk to OSCO if Hardy had to guess. Miller was better with them anyway, Brian still didn’t care for Hardy, even after all these years.

Shitface was still used in the office, even when they knew he was within earshot. 

“Hmmm...” The American pondered, glancing once more in that direction. “If you’ll allow me, from where I’m standing, which has been the distance since I found her, you can clearly tell that she was attacked, in a similar manner to the previous victim.”

Hardy wasn’t thrilled that Montgomery knew this, but then again, the press had found out and leaked it into the news. The first victim, Sarah Thomas, had been found left off the side of a road, clearly having been attacked, with the killing blow being to her neck.

“I can see from here that her clothes are askew, and she’s covered in dirt and grass. Looks like her arms and hands show evidence of defensive wounds. I think she tried to escape.” Montgomery frowned, looking at the poor girl, only three or so meters away. 

“And from the angle of her neck, I do believe that wound is what did her in. Looks very deep, one good slice too so it had to have been with a very sharp blade and a very good hand. But this is just an assumption from someone standing a distance away, I’d be able to give you a more detailed analysis if I was allowed a closer look.” 

The DI glowered, crossing his arms. “You sound so confident that this is what happened, Montgomery.”

Montgomery turned, a knowing smile on his face, his hazel eyes bright. “Again, I knew a profiler, we talked cases together! And, if it helps, I was once a doctor, detective, the things I’ve seen could fill a few academic journals. Oh, and please, call me Clare.”

“No.”

“Alright then.” The other shrugged, but his tone suggested he was going to insist that Hardy would call him that one day. Not bloody likely. “I suppose you want to get a statement from me as well, since you two are in charge of this, especially if it’s tied to the previous attack?”

Hardy didn’t like how much of this seemed so familiar to the so-called doctor. There was something about Clare Montgomery that had Hardy’s hackles raised, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

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Maybe one day this will get made into a full fic, I’m really into it (though I know it will not have a happy ending).

If anyone wants to see more, you guys can request stuff of me, I’m always happy to write drabbles and one-shots.

(This has been sitting in my drafts since July, I tweaked a few things, but this is mainly what was written from start to finish. I actually still like this idea, maybe I could do more one-shots in the future, maybe a doodle or two, this ship barely had any content for it and that’s a shame!) 

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One Word Drabbles

Alec Hardy, Soft

Submitted by Anonymous

She was so wet he slid over, in her easily. Heat bloomed from between her legs and out. He moved over her, holding her, softly.

She felt her heart in her temples, her toes, her pussy. She was ready, but his hips were heavy over hers. She couldn't buck, or change the rhythm.

"Please, honey. Faster," she said. Her voice cracked. He stopped to look at her. The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly - the ghost of a smile. He had her. He would bathe in her before he was through.

She squeezed around him. He kissed her. Started again.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Nip To The Park (Broadchurch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Alec discovers your newest yappy crime.

Fic type: Crack/fluff

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“Wha’ the fuck is that?” Alec asked with his lips pursed into a very unimpressed grimace. “And what-” he enunciated the word- “is it doing in my house?” 

You let out a rather un-charming ‘uh’ sound, dragging it out while you attempted to find literally any excuse for the creature tugging behind your back. Your eyes darted left and then right. Alec’s grimace deepened, losing his patience. 

“It’s nothing,” you replied, hiding the leash. You didn’t notice the loop sticking out from your other side. 

“Y’cannae expect me t’believe there’s nothin’ there,” he said, gesturing wildly. The poor man was three steps in the door and already gesticulating and waving his tone about like a man worn down with desperation. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, my love,” you replied, not even looking down at the rather fluffy and rather medium-sized dog sniffing at your feet. 

“Och- you’re ridiculous, why is there a dog in my house, darling?” 

Oh, so he was pronouncing his ‘g’s now. This was not good. You let go of the leash and picked the dog up, grunting as you did so. His little tail wagged side to side happily. 

“Alright, so, uh, listen- here’s the thing,” you chuckled nervously. “I might have gone out today. And there might have been an adoption set-up going at the park. And I might have stopped in to have a quick look and say hello. And I might have looked into his eyes a bit too long. And…” 

“And?” Alec asked, already knowing the answer but forcing you to come out with it anyway. 

“And I might have brought him home.”

 

Alec finished putting his stuff down, hanging his keys and coat on their various hooks. You took a step back, careful not to trip on the lead. The dog in your arms sniffed at your chin and tried to lick your face. 

When you fended off his kisses and looked back up, Alec was coming towards you. Your eyes widened with fear. Alec was a cop- not even. He was a detective. He could definitely kill you and cover it up successfully if he really wanted to. 

Then, he slumped his shoulders, drooping in front of you like a sad balloon. You watched him warily as he raised a hand to pet between the dogs’ ears. 

“Oh, f’er fucks sake,” he groaned, scratching the little fella on the neck. “Wha’s ‘is name, then?”