#alec hardy x reader insert

[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.

[denaliwrites]

f i c m a s t e r l i s t

p o l i c i e s (please read before making requests!)

b a d s a m a r i t a n The Best of You, Honey, Belongs to Me Blackthorn Cover Myself in the Ashes of You Dumb Ways To Die Enough of You to Dull the Pain (18+) Hellbent Looking For A Godsend Hit Me With Your Best Shot I Got This Feeling On A Summer Day (18+) I'm Gooey in the Middle Baby Let Me Bake In His Eyes A Flaming Glow Intrigued and Afraid Keep You Like An Oath (18+) Killing Me Softly My Baby Shot Me Down (18+) Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy (18+) Only Touch That Gets Me Melting (18+) Run Rabbit Run (18+) Say My Name Send a Thousand Kings Away Shia Surprise Something Good to Celebrate Stop, Look and Listen, It's Halloween! Taste of a Poison Paradise Trust in Me, Just in Me With Your Scars and Your Lonely Heart Your Body's a Secret Girl and You're About to Spill It (18+)

t h e b o y s Watch That Butcher Burn

b r o a d c h u r c h Always Leave Me With a Hungry Heart Am I Doing This Right? An Art to Life's Distractions Beating Like A Kick Drum Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do It's Been a Long, Long Time Love's Perfect Ache Now and Again We Try to Just Stay Alive Regale You With A Gourd-geous Tale Say You'll Remember Me Say You'll Remember Me (Denali's Version) Tell Me It's A Nightmare What My Heart Was Worth

d o c t o r w h o Cuddle, Meet Puddle Cute Things Don't Blink (Part 1) Don't Turn Your Back (Part 2) Don't Look Away (Part 3) Dreams See Us Through (Part 4) Hate the Feeling of Falling Have a Holly Jolly Christmas Horrible Things Isn't That Wizard It's How I'm Made Let Me Come Home Little Creepy House Love Letters On the Brave Shit The Origin of (Love Bug) Species What Beautiful Things I'll Wear When the Crypt Doors Creak You Know That I Would Jump Too

d u c k t a l e s Tales of Daring

g o o d o m e n s All I Want For Christmas Aziraphale's Favorite Author Dance on a Tightrope of Weird Free as My Hair His Love is All in Me How the Wine Plays Tricks on My Tongue Lockdown Blues Making Biscuits My Heart's a Stereo Naked in That Garden (18+) Out There Making DuckTales Pickin' Up the Pieces of the Mess You Made Road to Hell Something Meaty For The Main Course Step Too Far Tongue Tied Your Love is Holy (18+)

f a l l o f t h e h o u s e o f u s h e r Tomorrow I Shall Be Fetterless (18+)

f r i g h t n i g h t Emptiness to Melody Everybody Scream in Our Town of Halloween Fixed Up to the Nines Howl Like an Animal in the Darkness I'm So Hot I'd Fuck Myself (18+) I'm Starvin', Darlin', Let Me Put My Lips to Somethin' Late Night Devil Put Your Hands On Me (18+) Make Me Glow Night of Long Fangs (18+) Parade of Dancing Skeletons Talk So Pretty (18+) Who Are You Supposed To Be, Criss Angel? (18+)

h a u n t i n g o f b l y m a n o r ???

j u r a s s i c p a r k / w o r l d Best Behavior The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

p r o d i g a l s o n But Then My Stupid Phone Beeps Never Fallen From Quite This High Office Supplies Rude Boy They are the Hunters, We are the Foxes Trigger Happy With a Sense of Poise (18+)

s l o w h o r s e s Imposing Figure

[kaylinelizabeth4004]

Hii I loved your Alec fan fic sm any more Alec x f reader smut coming ?😭

Come As You Are

A/N: of course more Alec is coming, I just need time love. This one is for my midsize girlies ❤️

Summary: The Reader is feeling insecure about herself and Alec wants to help

Tags: 18+ minors dni, insecurity and mentions of body dysmorphia and self hatred, praise kink, body worship, consensual possessive language, and some fluff :)

The woman in front of her was thin and tall, with a beautiful head of curls and dark skin. Her eyes were shrewd as they took in DS Y/N Warner, standing in her frumpy suit with a notepad at the ready. Yet she certainly didn't look poorly on DI Alec Hardy, not that he would have noticed her little flirts. She angled her hips one way, answered his questions primarily, and smiled widely at his words, always looking right at him. If Y/N wasn't careful and reminding herself that she was on the clock, she had half a mind to kiss Alec right there and claim him. But she didn't.

DI Alec Hardy went to the car, and Y/N lingered for just a moment to clarify one of the points that got fuzzy.

"Right, and you work for Joan Topper Model Agency? Not to be confused with Topper Jane's Agency?" Y/N asked, checking the reference she had from the lady who'd referred them to this woman.

The woman nodded, her lips close to a sneer, "it's a very elite agency, Joan Topper."

"I'm sure."

The woman cocked her head to the side, "are you?"

DS Warner swallowed hard. She did not like not liking other women, it made her feel like a bad feminist. She should overthrow the ideas of women hurting other women and focus on the more particular idea that men made it up to make women dislike one another. And while that was very likely, it wasn't impossible for two things to exist at once. Men try to make women hate each other, and some women are just bitches. Not because they're women but because they're people.

And this woman, who couldn't possibly be over 21, with her gorgeous figure and curly hair, just happened to be one of those special humans. And it irked Y/N.

"You can't be over a size 4," the woman pressed. It was unclear if she meant you couldn't be over a size 4 in the agency, or in life. Her eyes lingered at Hardy's retreating form. "Men don't like it much."

DS Warner smiled tightly and nodded, walking back to the car and quickly getting in so she wouldn't have to see that woman again. Alec didn't notice the change in Y/N's mood, he wasn't always the best at that.

Instead of going to the station, they went back to Y/N's house. Alec hadn't actually moved in, but that was more of a title really. He stayed there nearly every night, had a section of the closet, and referred to it as home. They both knew that once they wrapped up this case, they would set aside a weekend and officially move in, but when cases got busy neither felt they could take even a day off. Work got in the way like that.

"Right, I'm going to pop in the shower then I'll be down to help," Y/N said, toeing off her shoes at the door.

"M'kay," Hardy answered with a wave of his hand, files in his arms.

She went up to the loo, started the shower and made quick work of her uniform. Her image in the mirror made her stop.

Normally, people described the moment before a shower as some of the most attractive. Moments when all of a sudden insecurities melt away and you could spend ages doing dance battles with yourself. This was not one of those days for Y/N. Maybe it was the insecurities she already had buried beneath the surface, maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the woman who had subtly insulted her appearance, but whatever the cause she found she hated what she saw.

Y/N always felt a little trapped when she expressed her insecurities to friends. She couldn't say she was thin, because she wasn't. But she couldn't say she was fat, because she wasn't. She was an awkward middle ground that certainly didn't feel sexy. Her thighs touched when she stood, covered in little stretch marks and led to a small bush she tried to trim but it always looked wrong. Along her boobs there were stretch marks like purple tiger stripes, and she had small red bumps she couldn't explain. Of course in between the two lied the worst of the worst, a belly just bloated enough to look pregnant when she very much wasn't. Nope, Y/N was not a fan of this body.

Her cheeks flushed with emotion and the heat of the shower, and she tried to ignore it as she got in and scrubbed off the day. Her hair was clean so she left it up and tried to calm herself when she noticed her efforts were too harsh. God damn it, this was not what she had intended.

Not long after she joined Hardy at the kitchen table, sipping her hot chocolate he'd made, and pouring over the case files. Her mind began to wander but she was intent on stopping it.

"You alright?" Alec's thick Scottish accent broke her from the bank's reports, and it was among the first words he'd spoken all evening.

"Y-yeah," she said, not quite knowing what he was referring to. "Why?"

"You don't seem right."

Y/N didn't know how to respond, so she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm ... fine?"

He narrowed his eyes. Alec Hardy felt like he was in a bit of a limbo at the moment. His instinct was telling him that something was bothering Y/N, she seemed sad and distant. However, Alec was not known for having the best instinct with people and their feelings. He couldn't tell if he should leave it or press on. But it was DI Alec Hardy and he wasn't a fan of lying. "After that last interview you've gone funky."

If Y/N wasn't so uncomfortable trying to think of how to not expose this lame part of herself to Alec, she'd have focused on him using the word funky. "I didn't like her much."

"Did she say something?"

"More or less."

"Warner stop evading the question and tell me what's wrong." His voice was intense as he spoke, chocolate eyes imploring.

"I don’t like my body, I'm ugly," she said quickly, as though it would take away everything else.

Alec blinked, "wot?"

"I'm ugly and fat, Alec."

DI Alec Hardy did not know a lot of things. He was shit at expressing emotions and understanding others, he did not understand social media, thought scotch eggs were gross, had a temper, and was shit at accepting help. But he knew one thing. His Y/N was not ugly.

"No you're not." She laughed bitterly and looked away. He said it louder, his tone more stern. "Y/N you are not ugly and you're not fat."

Y/N's throat was tight as she said, "thanks Alec." She didn't mean it, they both knew she didn't mean it.

"Y/N-"

"It's fine, can just get on with it?" She snapped, her voice a hair away from a yell. Alec saw her retreat further into herself. "Sorry."

He sighed, closing his eyes to try and make his thinking clearer. Alec was proper rubbish at dealing with any of this. But then he had any idea, an idea she probably didn't expect. The detective stood up and walked towards the stairs.

His ever inquisitive Y/N craned her neck to watch as he went up the steps. He was impressed she managed to last a full minute without following after him, in which time he removed his jacket and shoes, before she appeared in the bedroom door frame with a questioning look on her face.

"C'mhere."

She did, though her steps were slow as she watched him with a shrewd eye. He took her hands in his, running his thumb over her knuckles. Alec's hands were always calloused and he never knew why, as he didn't do much physical labor. She liked how they felt.

Alec brought her hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss on each of them, "I love your hands."

He could see the little flush on her cheeks start up, but she didn't say anything else. Alec went to the edge of the bed, bringing her to sit between his legs, his chest up against her back. His hands ran up her arms, "I love that when I do that you get goose flesh."

"Alec what're you doing?"

"You've got lovely arms, lovely shoulders." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the skin of both. Then Alec pointed a finger in front of them, towards the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. They painted a lovely picture, a woman held by her man as he lavished soft touches on her. He planned to make the picture prettier. Though he wasn't always confident in sex, he was confident that he loved Y/N and that her self image was wrong. And that confidence overrode all other feelings of inadequacy.

"Alec..." she didn't know what to say. She had a feeling she knew what he was up to and she didn't know if she could handle it. He was being awfully sweet. And the scratch of his beard made her sigh. His fingers came to the straps of her flimsy, pajama tank top, pulling them until they snapped back on her skin.

In the mirror, Alec glanced up and made eye contact with her. His face was kind, tired but not of her. His hair was dark and mused, his eyes so chocolate it hurt to look at. And his freckles, the most wonderful part of the man was the freckles that ran along his face as though he never left the sun as a child. She nodded slightly, knowing that he was asking for permission.

The straps fell down, and Alec pushed the top down until her breasts fell from them, heavy and heaving against her chest. Almost instantly she felt a growing hardness against her bum, and she flushed incredulously. His hands came round and held her breasts, letting them overflow in his touch.

Throughout their entire relationship, Alec was not one who would just speak. He was the silent brooding type. The kind of guy who grunted when he asked if he fancied a pint - the answer was always no, he didn't drink. But Alec knew Y/N loved his voice, she called it sexy and he'd caught her getting off to a voicemail of his once. Whenever he got loud in the office, had to yell at someone, he noticed the way her thighs would clench and her cheeks flush. So while he was most certainly clunky at it, he tried his best to speak through his thoughts for her, hoping it could help her get to him.

"They’re one of my favorite bits of you," he murmured, his voice suddenly throaty as though he was struggling to speak with the sight of your breasts out and about.

He pressed them together, showing the deep line of her cleavage. "Don't get that on just anyone, now do ya?"

Y/N wanted to believe him, to look in the mirror and see a creature that was as attractive and he believed, but she just couldn't. Her words were soft but they were there as she said, "I have stretch marks and bumps."

Alec's brow furrowed and he held her chest tighter before letting them fall back. He was fully hard now and didn't shy away from letting her feel the affect she had on him.

"No one can expect your skin to remain the same your whole life. Doesn’t make it ugly." He said, kiss the junction between her neck and shoulder. She leaned her head back into him, letting herself feeling those beautifully calloused hands as they teased at her nipples, those soft lips kissing her skin.

He slowly dragged the tank top down until it met the waistband of her shorts. She did not look down to see the image in the mirror, this was not the body part she wanted to see. His hands were featherlight as they travelled down her abdomen, running his fingers along the rolls of her skin. The thought alone made her want to cry. Alec let out a breath, "you're so fucking soft."

That was not quite what she wanted to hear, soft wasn’t a word she felt was a good thing. Though that hadn't been his intention, Alec thought soft was one of the best things a body could be. He tried again, bringing his hands to her hips, "I love your belly. It's cute."

"It's not sexy."

"Fuck yeah it is," he argued. Alec pulled away from her and went to kneel in front of the bed. He spread her legs and went on his knees, putting his face right at her chest, which he noticed right away. Hardy brought his hand to her face and made her look at him, and he blew out a breath. She was a vision, leaned back, heavy breasts on full display and legs spread like a goddess.

He pressed a kiss in between her breasts, letting his tongue nip out to taste her skin. She giggled and said, "Alec!"

He brought his mouth down to her stomach, kissing each roll and holding her tightly. His beard itched and cause a pink rash to form, but she didn't have the urge to fight it. All along her abdomen, DI Alec Hardy peppered hot, wet kisses with nips of teeth. Then he growled softly, turning to see the mirror and force her to see what he saw. A stomach with small little love bites. "I decide what I find sexy. And that's sexy."

She hadn't even realized that she had started crying until it dripped down her face. It wasn't a sad tear, not really. It was more an overwhelming realization that Alec wasn't messing about, he wasn't saying this because he loved her. As his hands ran up her legs, prickly from unshaven hairs, he kissed and growled against her skin with the kindest love she'd felt. And she gladly let him remove her panties and shorts until she was bare, spread for him.

"I love your breasts and I love your belly, but these are some of my favorites," Alec said and he moved her thighs to sit on his shoulders. He bit at her thighs, lowering his kiss with each moment. Then he was there at the apex of her legs, with her slightly hairy, fully glistening cunt. His hot breath hit her as he murmured, "hey darling."

She shuddered, her body involuntarily moving to the sound of his voice. She had to stop the yelp that tried to escape when he extended his tongue and licked her bottom to top.

“I love that you’re so responsive down here,” Alec said between peppered kisses, letting his teeth ever so softly graze across her clit before sliding his tongue into her opening. Her muscles clenched, thighs beginning to shake as he lavished her. “I love the taste of you.”

He moved up, letting his beard scratch along her inner thighs in the way he knew she liked. Alec brought a careful finger to her opening, sliding it in with ease. She started to grind against it, hips bucking to meet his tongue as he began proper work on her clit. His fingers were long as they pumped in and out, curling i side her in the way that made her gasp. He laughed against her, he fucking laughed. A deep chuckle that radiated through her body, sending her arousal through the roof until her thighs were clamped round his head.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against her. But she heard it, and practically shoved him into her. Then Alec said, “you look so beautiful, you’re doing so good love. I’m so proud of my girl.”

Y/N cried out as she came, her body convulsing with each wave. It was positively impossible to describe, a kind of hazy pleasure that takes you from this world until you’re left panting on a bed, wondering how your antisocial detective boyfriend learned to do all of that. Her legs spasmed, squeezing against him in the way he adored.

Alec eased her through it, his kisses soft and messy. Her juices covered his face, were in his beard, but he seemed to proudly display her. Her thighs were going to be red from beard rash and covered in little love bites, some more possessive than others and she relished them all.

“Such a beautiful darling,” Alec said, rising slowly as he moved up her body. “I love your body, it’s bloody sexy is what it is. But my favorite part, yes even more than your breasts, is your face.”

Then he leaned in and kissed her, he kissed her with everything he had. It was rhat desperate, dizzying sort of kiss where words went unspoken but understood. She sighed, crying but now it wasn’t a hatred. Just like she realized earlier, and now it seemed to sink, Alec loved her regardless. He didn’t just put up with insecurities, he fought to fight them with her and show her what he saw. She might not see it yet, but to know that someone like him had eyes like that was comforting.

He tasted of her, of her musk and sweat and sex, and she found it embarrassingly arousing to know it was her wetness that did this to him.

Alec came up to the bed quickly, getting in the same position from earlier. Him behind her with her body in between his legs. Alex brought her to lean on him so her neck was ready for biting, “I fucking love your neck.”

“Bloody vampire!” She laughed.

Alec chuckled, bring his hands down her sides to grip her thighs. “That so?” With a strong yet gentle touch, he spread her thighs wide enough to rest on his, locking her in place.

“Alec I need you…”

“Oh what a pretty picture you make,” Alec whispered along her skin as he removed his cock from his trousers, going under her arse to tease at her opening. “Oh look at you, you’re gorgeous. My beautiful angel grinding against my cock, spread for the world to see. Perhaps another day. Shall I show you just how lovely you are, darling?”

Fuck. For someone who’d not done much dirty talk, he was damn good at it. She whined for him to take her, and he happily obliged, sinking into her with a slow thrust.

He let out a hiss at the feeling of her taut muscles clenching around him, holding him in place as though she couldn’t hear to lose him. She gasped the fullness, relishing in it and grinding just enough to cause Alec to make a guttural sound.

“You keep goin like that Angel and I won’t last much longer.”

“I don’t want you to,” she said, moving her hips again.

That movement broke Alec. He kept one hand tight on her hip, the other snaking down her body to start desperate ministrations on her clit. He thrust into her with a fury, bucking his hips to get as deep as he can. Y/N groaned, shocked at how quickly he was bringing her to climax.

“Come in me,” she said between breathy sighs. “Make me yours.”

Something in that sent the man wild. He stood, quickly helping prop Y/N up doggy style on the bed, and began to truly fuck her the way they both intended. They were so close to climax, his strokes uneven and wild, her clit buzzing with life.

“Say it again, angel. Tell me to make you mine.”

“I’m yours,” she groaned. “Come in me, I need you. I’m yours, make me yours.”

And he did, falling slightly into her and having to support himself on the mattress. He groaned loudly, those freckles flushing. But he knew she hadn’t come again, and he kept himself inside her as he leaned down, “now, any man you ever fuck you’ll know I’m here. You’re mine, angel. My darling.”

With a flick of his wrist, she came undone.

[witches-and-cows]

here for you

pairing || alec hardy / gender-neutral!reader

pov || third person omniscient

summary || alec does his best to comfort you after a bad nightmare

warning(s) || cursing, nightmares, kissing, uhh, kind of smut? idk i'm half asleep as we type

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"they're all gonna leave, [name]"

you're standing alone, vulnerable and bare, as the voices screamed from the black mass, taunting you, teasing you.

tearing you apart with words alone.

you scream and cry, turning to run as the mass grows limbs that seem to be made of tar; you're running, running, losing the mass.

then you trip.

your body seems to give up as you sob on the floor, your voice growing hoarse as your sobs get more frenzied. the sticky black mass surrounds you with it's poisonous tendrils-

"[name]!"

a voice calls out from beyond the cocoon of shame, guilt and regret. the voice is worried, almost pleading with you as it grows louder and louder-

"[NAME]"

your eyes fly open, and alec is looking over you, worry etched into his features. his warm brown eyes soften as your lower lip quivers, tears pooling in your eyes.

alec runs a hand over his face as he pulls you to him, whispering soft reassuring words as your frenzied sobs quiet to small hiccups. his hand goes to cup your cheek, as you look up at him. "sorry," you mumble, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hands. you have snot running down your face, and you look like hell.

(he means this in an "i'm sorry you have to deal with this" way, not a, "i think you're unattractive" way. he's sure you know this)

your boyfriend smiles sadly, shrugging you off, and gets out of bed. he can feel you watching him go, your gaze lingering on him blankly.

xx

he doesn't like to see you cry.

he pours you a glass of water, and grabs a washcloth, wetting it with warm water. as a victim of nightmares himself, he understood how draining they could be for someone.

he hates that the "someone" in question this time was you.

he makes his way back to the bedroom, quietly urging you to sit up as he wipes the dried tears and snot off your face. you feel your eyes droop as he offers you the glass of water; you take it gratefully, whispering a "thank you" as he waves you off. "you wanna talk about it?"

"no, i don't. can we just...lie here? together?"

he nods, and you set the glass of water on the nightstand. he crawls into the bed beside you, mumbling, "do you want a kiss?"

you nod enthusiastically, smiling as he leaves a soft kiss on your lips, grunting softly when you return the affection with a sudden vigor, kissing him deeply. he pulls you on top of his lap, and grips your sleep shirt. he feels your hands find purchase in his hair, on his chest, anywhere, to reassure that's he's here, he's real and he's not leaving.

his hands find your hips, and grips them tightly, tight enough to leave bruises, but you don't mind it. it helps you feel grounded. he flips you both, and puts his hands on either side of your face, tongues exploring each other's mouths. he presses himself into you, groaning as you buck your hips up, eager to feel him. he returns the gesture, and your shirt is thrown off.

-x-

the silence after your frantic love making is comforting, the only thing to interrupt it the occasional attempt at pillow talk, that ultimately leads to you laughing at alec's poor conversation skills; he'll then kiss you again, pulling you toward him for soft, intimate kisses along your neck and face.

you both stay that way; kissing and cuddling, exchanging kind words and semi-nonsensical jokes with no punchlines until he yawns in between kisses; his eyes droop. you kiss the corner of his lips, and you get comfy beside him, pressed against his chest.

"goodnight, darling. sweet dreams."

you fall asleep to the sound of the water outside, and the feeling of his chest rising and falling.

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fawk.

[doctorslove]

Goodbye Or Not?

Summary: Remember the last episode of season 2 in Broachurch where Alec Hardy is leaving Broadchurch? He wants to say goodbye to you before he goes. But you have something to tell him.

(Okay I KNOW I look like a clown because I said I'm super busy but this idea came to my mind while I was studying like ten minutes ago and I had to write it and then I was like why not share. This is a tenth doctor blog but I adore Alec so I thought I'd post it here. I'll be back with the requests as soon as I can <3)

Alec Hardy x Reader

Gender not specified for the reader

Words: 528

You were standing in front of your best friend trying very hard to keep yourself from breaking down right there. Did he have any idea how bad you were going to miss him? How the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see him every day was killing you?

“Come here,” Alec said with the softest look you had ever seen on him. His arms were open and waiting for you.

It would hurt like hell that your first hug would be for goodbye, but you could not resist him.

You walked slowly towards him. He placed his one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, bringing you impossibly close to him. He buried his fingers in your hair trying to comfort you.

Hiding your face in his neck you started crying and it didn’t take him many seconds to notice.

“Shh…It’s okay…It’s okay…” he whispered.

It’s okay, he always said to you when you were upset and you always believed him. But this time it wasn’t. And not even Alec’s reassurance was enough to calm you down.

He kissed your forehead and made you look at him by pulling away, but not enough to break your embrace.

“Alec?” you breathed out.

“Yeah?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You could do it. He had to know.

“I’m in love with you.”

You said it. You couldn’t believe that you had just said it.

He looked obviously stunned. He was blushing and even though you were heartbroken, it almost made you smile. Your lovely, shy Hardy…

You signaled him to stop with your hand before he had the chance to respond, and you pulled away from him further so you weren’t touching anymore.

“I’m not…,” you started talking again. “I didn’t say it as an attempt to convince you to stay. Or to make this harder for you. Or to make things weird. I promise. I just…I just wanted you to know.” You gave him a sweet smile and tears filled your eyes again. “Because I’m afraid that you don’t believe that you are loved. But you are, Alec. Not just by me... But even if it was just by me, you are so so loved… I love you.”

In a matter of seconds, he was close to you again, desperately trying to wipe the tears off your face. You had never been so close physically before but today you were all over each other. It only made you hurt more knowing now how it would be like to have him yours.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

His lips on yours stopped you from talking.

Your hands went to his wrists for support as his hands were around your neck. With your eyes shut, you melted into the kiss letting out a whimper.

“I love you,” he said against your lips, taking a breath and going back into the kiss.

After a few moments you rested your forehead against his.

“We’ll figure it out together, Y/N. I promise I’ll never leave you alone.”

You believed him.

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Happiness is Homemade

Hello! Sorry it’s been a while, I wasn’t quite sure where to take this? I like stepping out of my comfort zone, and writing babies is definitly out there! Thanks for the request!

Apologies that this is a bit shorter than usual, I just really wasn’t sure how to write new baby fluff, but hopefully it’s okay!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2,231

Summary: Read the Prompt above :)

(Picture is not mine, credit to the creator!)

Alec can’t help but stare down at the beautiful baby in the hospital bassinet. He’s captivated by the baby. The small, tiny little human who’d come into the world just a few hours earlier. The last time Alec had felt this captivated by anything was when Daisy had come into the world all those years ago.  

Beside him, reclined in the hospital bed is (Y/N), sleeping after a long night of labor and pain, but out of that had come their son. She’d done all the work of it, while he’d stood idly at her side coaching her on and being supportive of the process, excited to meet their little one. It was one of the best days of his life, up there with the day his little girl was born.

“’ello, little one,” Alec greets, hand snaking into the bassinet to stroke the back of his finger across his son’s tiny little cheek. He’s so small, Alec is almost afraid to touch him. “We’re very happy you’re here.”

The newborn stretches just the slightest bit, mouth opening into the cutest little yawn Alec’s seen in upwards of fifteen years. He stares down, unable to wipe the grin off his face as he watches the newborn move against the restraint of the swaddle he was tucked in.  

He carefully slips his hands under the newborn, lifting him cautiously before cradling him against his chest as he moves to the armchair he’d spent the past few evenings sleeping in after (Y/N) had been admitted towards the end of her pregnancy. He reclines back with the swaddled infant, just looking at his small face and rounded cheeks.  

His son makes little noises, and then his eyes are slivering open, unfocused and wide. He can’t see yet, Alec knows, but that doesn’t stop him from grinning at the child like he was a treasure to be found. One hand brushes along the infant’s cheek before settling to card through the soft tufts of hair on the baby’s head.

The baby had his mother’s eyes. Beautiful and bright, and Alec is immensely happy his son got one of (Y/N)’s prettiest features in his opinion. The baby’s hair, tufts of his own reddish-brown locks—a full head of hair that the nurses had smiled over when he was born.  

The baby’s nose definitely belonged to (Y/N), but most of his other little features Hardy remembers his little Daisy coming out with too. The side-by-side newborn comparison would be adorable—they could almost be twins, Alec’s sure.  

He hadn’t seen a more perfectly newborn since he’d held Daisy like this when she’d first come into the world. His heart hadn’t been this prideful, and happy since that very moment.  

He was holding his son this time around. His baby boy. He’d secretly always wanted a son too. The perfect combo—a daughter and a son—but then Sandbrook had happened and the divorce shortly after that. He’d never really thought he’d find another person he’d love enough to even consider having a child with.

Until he found (Y/N). He’d known from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was the one. She sparked feelings in him he hadn’t felt since he’d first started dating his ex-wife.  

Alec smiles fondly down at the newborn who stirs just the slightest bit, limbs giving the faintest struggle against the swaddle he’s wrapped in before he relaxes and settled back into sleep. He’s so cute Alec doesn’t know what to do with it.  

“You look adorable holding him,” (Y/N)’s voice mumbled from the bed, and it was only then that Hardy realized she was awake. Bleary eyes looking at him and their son, smile small but so incredibly real it made Alec grin in return.  

“The adorable is all this guy,” Alec replies, slowly sitting up straight and standing slowly to join you on the bed. “I assure you, that’s all his mother bleeding through in his features.”

“I don’t believe that,” your eyes lit up as they fell on the child in Alec’s arms, a fondness at seeing the man you love cradle your newborn son in his arms filling your chest, “he looks a lot like his daddy.”

Alec couldn’t argue with that. Pride blooms in his chest as he stares fondly at the baby in his arms, standing idly by your beside from a moment before leaning down cautiously.  

He carefully passed the newborn down into your arms, before perching on the edge of the bed to watch over the both of you. His arm eased around your shoulders, and you didn’t resist leaning into his side, cradling the baby to your own chest as you stared down at him. Alec couldn’t seem to drag his attention away either.  

This was the family you’d always wanted too. You’d always dreamed of having a baby with a perfect man. Alec was far from perfect, but he was the closest you’d come, and couldn’t have been happier than you were in this moment.  

“I didn’t know I could love anything as much as I love him,” you admitted quietly, tearing your eyes away from the baby to look up at Alec.

Alec gives a hum of agreement, just enjoying sitting with you and the newborn baby. It was the first time the three of you had sat together, since you’d been exhausted after delivering the baby and could hardly stay awake. The newborn had been whisked away to be cleaned up and have a checkup—being measured and weighed for the birth certificate.  

He’d only been brought back minutes prior to you waking up.  

Alec had stayed by your side, only stepping away to make phone calls—to Daisy, and Ellie and, well, that was about it—and to check in on little baby Hardy. You’d wanted to be the one to tell your friends and family, and doing so had slipped your mind, but you knew you’d get around to it soon, after the daze for your son’s birth finally settled.  

You didn’t really want to be overwhelmed by friends and family so soon after your son’s birth, but you’d get into contact with them because you knew they were itching to meet the baby.  

You’d managed to sleep after the baby had been born, but not much longer than a couple hours. You’d been awoken by the nurse who’d returned the newborn in the bassinet to your hospital room, leaving quietly as to not disturb your sleep after spending the night in labor.  

You weren’t exactly a light sleeper, nor a heavy sleeper, but you were certainly a light sleeper now that there was a small being depending on you. It was odd, how easily the wheels of the bassinet on the tiled flooring had woken you up, but you were glad considering you’d seen Alec being so soft with his newborn son.

You only wish you could’ve been around to see his first time being a daddy back when Daisy had been born. You couldn’t imagine him being anything but a doting father. Things had been a bit rocky for a while, when Alec had left Daisy with her mother when he’d first moved to Broadchurch, but you could tell he loved his daughter more than anything.  

And it was no different than how he was staring down at the baby boy in your arms.  

Alec reached over to stroke the baby’s cheek again, gazing down fondly, almost as if to prove your thoughts. His smile was light, but it stretched ear to ear, prideful and joyful as he gazed down at the child.  

“How does it feel to be a daddy again?”

“Amazing,” Alec breathed out, gaze finally pulling away from the baby to settle on you, “I... missed this. I missed her being so young; holdable. Teenagers aren’t quite as cuddly. He’s perfect, don’t you think?”

“Perfect,” you echo, leaning forward to press a kiss on the child’s head. “Speaking of Daisy, will she be coming to meet her new baby brother?”

“Yes,” Alex smiled with a fond laugh, arm reaching around your shoulders and fingers settling on the newborn’s swaddled feet, “she’s incredibly excited. I told her to finish up her classes for the day, but she’ll be catching a bus to Broadchurch this afternoon. I’ll be picking her up from the bus stop around six.”

“I’m glad,” you smiled. You’d been with Alec long enough that Daisy was practically your child too at this point. She spent weekends, most holidays and all long weekends down with the two of you, and had expressed on different occasions that she preferred to be with you and her father than with her mother.

You were sure her new baby brother would only add to the preference.

You loved the teenager, and she loved you as well. She’d been ecstatic when you and Alec had announced the pregnancy to her.  

Wrapping around the both of you and hugging you tightly. She even been spending her allowance from her mother on baby items she thought were cute and came down for a week to help the two of you build the nursery.

It was adorable how excited she was to have a sibling. Alec had been nervous that Daisy would’ve been upset, so seeing her so excited had definitely thrown him for a loop—especially as the young girl wrapped you in a hug as her father stood gaping.

“Millhur’s just waiting for the call to come meet him, won’t let up on it. Never seen her so excited.”

“Maybe in a few hours,” you let out a light laugh, eyes falling back to the now sleeping newborn, “Daisy should meet her baby brother first, but then I don’t mind Ellie coming around. Maybe she’ll have some words of advice for me, she went through this not that long ago.”

“Millhur’s always got advice,” Alec agreed fondly. His eyes settled on his son, “she says she’s got some of the boy’s old clothes for us if we’d like them. I know we’ve already got a full closet for him and all that stuff from the baby shower, but he definitely won’t stay this small for long.”

“Can’t hurt,” you shrug, trailing your fingers through the baby’s soft tufts of hair, “babies do grow like weeds.”

“Tell me about it,” Hardy jokes, “it feels like Daisy was this small just yesterday. Now she’s a teenager, and is interested in boys and... God, I don’t even want to know. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

You let out a light laugh, eyes still stuck on the baby.  

He didn’t have a name yet—it was a big decision. You and Alec had different name ideas, and could barely agree on anything past Alec for his middle name, even though Alec hated his first name. You liked it, and it was a nice little idea for him to have his dad’s name somewhere in his name.

His first name however, you were hoping would come to you after meeting the baby. You and Alec had bounced ideas around, Daisy even offering a couple on her last few visits. You’d even scoured the internet and baby books for name ideas, but none seemed right for you son.  

You stroked your fingers over the baby’s cheek, smiling down at him as Alec watched over your shoulder. “What do you think about Emmett?” you asked him softly.

The question was both to the baby, and to Alec, who’s face scrunched up thoughtfully.  

“Emmett...” He tested it, frowning, “Emmett... Emmett.”

You resisted the urge to laugh as the baby curled in closer to you, making a little grunting noise that melted your heart. Alec was still frowning hard when you glanced up at him, his face pulled back in disdain as he thought about the name, clearly trying to bring himself around to the idea of it.  

“Noh,” Alec shook his head, “Noh, I don’t like it.”

You did laugh at that. It was the same why he spoke about his own name, which was always a bit funny too you. “I don’t know, he seems to like it,” you teased.  

Alec furrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the newborn, who grunted once again, shifting in the swaddle almost as if he could feel eyes on him. The man deflated, hand coming down to stroke the baby’s rosy cheek, “you think?”

You shrugged, pulling your arms up so the baby was cradled closer to your neck as you leaned back into Alec, “I think he’ll like whatever we decide, don’t you?”

The man bit his bottom lip, gaze softening, “maybe Emmett wouldn’t be the worst?”

“So not off the table?” You teased with a laugh.  

“Well...” Alec cleared his throat, “maybe under the table on the floor?”

“I can live with that,” you snorted a laugh, leaning into Alec’s side, snuggling in even tighter. “I love you.”

Alec leaned over to press a kiss to the top of your head, “I love you too.”

His gaze dropped to the newborn, “and I love you too, little one.”

“Little Emmett,” you joked, wanting nothing more than to annoy Alec a little. You could tell he was already softening about the name suggestion despite his initial dislike.

“Don’t push it,” Alec laughed, settling his cheek on top of your head. “We’ll discuss it.”

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Hopefully you liked this! Thanks once again for the request, and thanks for taking the time to read! As always, if it’s not what you were looking for, feel free to prompt again! 

Also, if you’ve read some of my other things, you’ll know I’m awful at naming things, so there’s a little nod to the American version of Broadchurch, Gracepoint, where David’s character’s name is Emmett, just incase you haven’t seen it :P Feel free to name the baby whatever you desire though!

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Does anyone know where I can find Alec Hardy x reader fics? I feel like I've read them all :(

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Is it just me or do y’all ever feel fanfiction is like a drug? Like if you can’t find something to read, you’re going stir crazy and you’re desperately looking for more. Caz the other fkn option is to deal with life and that’s just a bigass nope.

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Justice

Beth Latimer x Reader

Summary: Set after series 3 epsiode 3. Mark drops some stuff off at the house for Lizzie one night and you let him in while Beth's asleep. However, Beth wakes up and chaos erupts.

Warnings: Mention child death

A/N: I finally feel I've seen enough of Broadchurch to post a proper Beth Latimer fic, so here you go! The beth x reader tag definitely needs more love.

Beth's fast asleep, lying on top of you with her arms wrapped around your shoulders like a vice in her usual clingy manner and her hair tickling your chin. ('I am not clingy!' You can hear her voice reply). You slide a hand under her shirt and breathe in the familiar smell of head and shoulders shampoo, holding her a little tighter.

You had been watching the TV - some corny game show repeat - but when she'd fallen asleep against you, you'd turned it off and pulled a blanket up over her, allowing her some peace. She'd been in a strange mood all evening - you could tell as soon as you'd gotten home from work. So was Chloe, both lost in thought and with an idenitical grim expression on their faces. You had decided not to press them.

It's coming up for midnight and you'd been dozing off yourself when you suddenly hear a key in the door.

You tense, frozen with Beth in your arms as you watched through the doorway of the living room to the front door where in the clouded glass you can see a dark figure. The door unlocks and you brace yourself...

It's... Mark. It's bloody Mark.

"Mark," You hiss, careful not to wake Beth. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to drop some stuff off!" He whisper-shouts back as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be breaking into his ex-wife's house. He looks you both up and down, and there's a slight envy in his gaze.

"It's bloody midnight! We've told you about letting yourself in."

It should be slightly awkward that he's your girlfriend' ex- husband, but you'd always maintained a respectful if not slightly wary relationship with the man, never quite sure what to think of him. He respected you too, though - you were kind to Beth and that's all he cared about. She had wanted to keep a friendship with Mark after they split, especially for the kids, and you'd always tried to not put yourself in the way of that. You knew what Danny's death had done to them all, and you realised that him coming over for tea every so often and getting to see the kids was a vital part of their lives.

However, you couldn't excuse him breaking in in the middle of the night.

"I was on a late job, I just needed to bring back the stuff Lizzie left at mine the other day." He held up the peppa pig backpack in his hand. "I didn't expect you to be awake."

"Look - fine," You resist rolling your eyes. "If Beth wakes up to find you here, she'll kill both of us."

"I know."

You shift slightly, gently moving Beth off of you. She stirs a little, groaning in her sleep, and you run a hand through her hair.

"Sh, love, it's alright." You mumble softly and she stills again as you stand up, leaving her dozing on the sofa alone.

Mark watches on with a poorly hidden jealousy. Once upon a time, Beth would have woken up at the mere fact he was present in the room. Now, she barely stirred at the sound of his voice. You had everything he had once loved. Everything he had ruined.

It hurts to know that you're better for her than he ever was.

"C'mon then." You say to him, giving him a funny look and making for the stairs, no idea what he's thinking.

He follows obediently, backpack in hand. Silently, you open the door to Lizzie's room, checking the toddler's still asleep. She looks tiny in the twin sized bed amoungst her peppa pig covers (she was going through a phase), and her star projector glitters over her dainty features.

You step aside to allow Mark in, and he quietly sets the bag down by her wardrobe before going to the bed. He leans down, presses a gentle kiss to her head, and stands up. He gazes for a moment around the room, a sadness on his face and you look away, feeling like you're intruding on something. You know that when he looks around Lizzie's room, he only sees Danny's.

"Dad?"

Lizzie's voice is small and sleep roughened. Shit. You'd woken her up.

"Hiya darlin'," He coos, and you glower at him.

"Mark!" You hiss. He waves a hand towards you dismissively and kneels down next to her.

"You should be asleep." He tells her.

"I don't want to be asleep!" She says excitedly, loudly, and you cringe. "Why are you here?"

"Lizzie, you're going to wake up mummy!" You whisper, but you're ignored by her as she continues to chatter away. Mark of course, doesn't make any effort to stop her.

"Y/N?" You hear Beth call from downstairs and your head thumps against the wall with a resigned thud. Well that's you done for.

Mark steps back out into the hallway just as Beth reaches the top of the stairs, her mousy hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her t-shirt hanging loosely off a shoulder.

She freezes.

"What are you doing here?" She asks flatly.

"I needed to drop some stuff off for Lizzie."

"Mark, it's the middle of the night!" She tells him angrily, before turning to you accusingly. "Did you let him in?"

"He let himself in!"

"I can't believe you!" She exclaims to him, her accent thickening, and you mentally thank Chloe for staying away at a friend's house tonight. "You come in here with that bloody lawyer this morning and now you decide it's a good time to start visiting your kids in the middle of the night?"

Bloody lawyer? What bloody lawyer? You hadn't heard anything about a bloody lawyer. You'd been at work all day.

"Beth, I just needed to drop stuff off for Liz! And we need to talk about that lawyer anyway."

"No we do not!" Beth practically yells. She's worked up and you can't help but wonder where this had come from. What had happened today that had set everything off? It's at this point Lizzie chooses to come running out of her room to involve herself in the excitement. You quickly scoop her up into your arms before she can get any further.

"You're giving up so easily, Beth, we need to take our every chance at getting justice."

"Mark, we are not getting justice and you know it." She hisses, tears in her eyes.

"How do you know? You're givin' up on Dan so easily!"

"I have spent three years of my life not giving up and I've realised that we're never going to get what we want." She snaps. "You need to stop chasing Danny like it's something we're in control of. You need think about me and Chloe and Lizzie, because we're still here."

It's then that you decide to intervine.

"Mark, go. Please." You tell him shortly before he can continue. You didn't know what this was about, but clearly Beth was angrier with him than usual. Much angrier.

He simply glares at you, and then turns roughly to the stairs, elbowing past Beth as he does so. You stare at her, holding her eyes while he clatters down them and then the door slams behind him.

"Go to bed." You tell her quietly. "I'll put Liz back to sleep."

She nods wearily, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as she passes.

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"What was that about?" You ask as you close the door behind you. Lizzie had gone to bed without a fuss, practically back asleep before her head hit the pillow.

"Mark being a dick." She replies, her back to you as she lies on the bed, probably glaring at the wall.

"Well that's nothing new, babe." You tell her, earning a light chuckle as you lie down behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She rolls onto her back to look at you.

"He turned up to the house with one of the lawyers from the trail today." She explains, and you hold your breath. "Says he wants to open a civil case or something. Another messy trail to try get Joe Miller in jail again."

"Do you want that?"

"No!" She says exasperatedly. "I know it's impossible. Me and Chlo have finally healed from it - as much as we're going to - yet he just keeps kicking at it and digging things up, scratching at it like a scab. I went and told him that by the harbour this afternoon after he pulled that stunt, and he won't take no for an answer. He's only thinking for himself and not the other three people in his family."

"I think he just wants closure."

"We got closure," She replies firmly. "'Not guilty.' And then we stuck him in a taxi to Sheffield."

"He doesn't see it like that though, does he? He's always going to feel guilty for hitting Dan. He's always going to want more."

"Do you not think I feel guilty?" She asks, tears stinging her eyes and suddenly she looks so, so small. "I wish I'd checked on him that night. I wish I'd went through his phone, just once, maybe I could have spotted-"

"I know darling," You whisper comfortingly, trying to stop her from going into a spiral you'd seen her fall down countless times. Pressing a brief kiss to her lips, she softens beneath you. "We're not going to let him drag it up again, okay? If you think it'll do more damage than good, then we'll be no part in it. I'll see to that."

She nods, although you can see a slight uncertainty in her hazel eyes. You know Danny was always a sore spot for her - it had taken months for her to properly start talking about it when you'd first started dating, and even now, occasionally she justs completely closes up. You wondered if that was what she was doing now. Did she truly believe they'd never get justice, or was she just scared of the pain that would come with it?

"It's tomorrow's problem, yeah?"

"Yeah." She agrees. Sleep tonight, worry tomorrow.

Then there's three taps at the door.

"Mummy? Y/N?" She says your name a little sloppily - she can't pronouce it properly yet. Beth jumps up.

"Hiya darling." Beth coos, picking her up when the toddler pushes open the door.

"Where's Dad? Why did he leave?" She asks both of you as Beth sits down on the bed next to where you're lying and crosses her legs, Lizzie in her lap. You reach up a hand and Lizzie grabs onto it, grinning down at you with gapped teeth.

"Dad was just dropping by." You tell her kindly.

"Why did you shout at him, Mum?"

Beth sighs.

"Do you remember Chloe telling you about Danny, darling?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"Well Dad keeps bringing him up, and I don't want to talk about him. Neither does Chloe or Y/N."

"Then I don't want to either." She huffs, folding her arms. She looks so much like her mum and you snort a laugh.

"Good girl." Beth says smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Do you want to sleep here tonight? I'm sorry you had to hear all that between me and daddy."

She nods, shuffling off of Beth's lap and slotting in between you two easily. Beth lies down, wrapping an arm around you both and tugging the covers up.

"Goodnight. I love you." You tell her and she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you."

You half wonder if she'll actually sleep.

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Broadchurch S1E6 One-Shot

Alec Hardy x Reader

Word count: 640

Summary: Alec isn't the only one that goes down while pursuing the suspect in the Danny Latimer case.

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Conflict flashed in your eyes when you saw Alec collapse after he released a grunt of pain.

You had a decision to make and only a split second to make it.

Go after the suspect or help your boyfriend.

Ellie was already at his side and back up had just peeled in but you were the only one who had seen which direction the suspect had gone.

"Don't you dare die on me, Alec. I'll be back," you said to yourself before taking off after the suspect.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you could feel it beating erratically and you cursed, "Don't you fucking dare do this to me heart. Alec needs us to get this prick. Just keep going a little bit longer."

You continued your pursuit and eventually heard heavy footsteps ahead.

"POLICE!" you bellowed, "Stop!"

The footsteps abruptly cut off and your senses went on high alert. Well aware that the suspect was probably lying in wait somewhere but you kept running. Trying to catch up to where you thought you heard them stop.

You didn't make it to that spot. You passed a large storage shed but before you could make it by a blur swung into your vision and on instinct you deftly ducked under the weapon.

The attacker let out a growl of frustration at being thwarted but instead of giving up, they swung again and connected with your back before you could spin around to face them.

You screamed in pain as you felt the searing pain of your ribs being cracked.

You fell to your knees gasping for breath that wouldn't come and the erratic pounding in your chest became worse.

"I'm sorry," you heard your attacker whisper and you thought you recognized the voice but didn't have time to place it before something struck your head and everything went black.

The first thing you felt as consciousness started to return was the pain throbbing in your head and then you felt the ache in your ribs.

You hissed in pain when you shifted and irritated your injuries.

"Sh, sh, sh," you heard a familiar Scottish accent gently soothing you, "Its alright, you're okay. Just breathe."

"Alec?" You blinked as you struggled to focus your vision.

"Yeah, it's me, love," Alec whispered gently, "It's me. You're alright. You're safe."

"Wha' 'appn'd?" you asked once your vision focused some, but your words were broken by the fog muddying your mind.

"The suspect ambushed you with a metal pipe,"  Alec explained, "By the looks of it, they struck you in the back to get you down, then knocked you out with a blow to the head."

"No, not what meant," you frowned, words clearer but sentences were fractured, "You c'llapsed."

"I'm fine," Alec promised, "Just over did it a bit."

"Liar," you called him out, "I know... that was, um, worse than... last time."

"They discharged me, love," Alec brushed a stray hair from your eyes, "I'm good as new."

"Bullshit," you said a bit stronger this time.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me right now anyway," he redirected the conversation, "You've got a nasty concussion and the docs are monitoring your heart since I'm not the only one who over did it last night."

"Alec," you groaned.

"Your heart was out of control, love," Alec continued to avoid talking about his condition, "You almost died."

"You can't avoid talking about it forever," you chastised him.

"As much as I hate to leave you," Alec sighed, "I need to get back to the station."

"Alec-,"

"I love you," Alec pressed a light kiss to your temple, "Rest up. I'll stop by around dinner."

"Love you too," you sighed reluctantly, "Take care of yourself."

"Always do," Alec said as he pushed out the door.

"Bullshit!" You called after him.

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A/N: Hope you are all staying safe during this pandemic. Things are crazy right now but we will get through this! Take care ~E

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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

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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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Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You expect coming out to Alec to be... well, to put it mildly, rather bad. But it goes... some kinda way instead.

Soundtrack: Girls Like Girls by Hayley Kiyoko

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Coming out. Reference to age difference. Anxiety.

Alec was of an older generation than you -- one that was not particularly well known for its acceptance of the LGBTQIA+. Because of this, you held your truest self close to your chest and refused to even for a moment let your innermost workings be revealed.

But that was no way to live. It ate away at you, and you lived every moment in fear of him discovering your deepest, (seemingly) darkest secret. You wanted to be able to breathe again. You wanted to live your life authentically, even if it meant losing the man you loved.

So one day you steeled yourself up and you went for it.

"Alec, I have something to tell you," you said quietly, but you knew it'd get his attention anyway.

He tore his eyes from his paperwork, taking you in. You could tell that he saw immediately all the signs that you were anxious. You were pale, there was a tremor in your flexing hands, and your breathing was uneven. Ragged.

"What is it, darlin'?" he asked softly, and you whimpered in response. He immediately got up from his desk and came to encircle you in his arms, placing a series of delicate kisses along your temple and forehead.

"It's..." You took a deep breath. It was best to just rip the bandaid off, right? Get it all over and done in one go? "I--I'm bisexual, Alec."

He pulled back to look in your eyes, though it was broken up by the, by your count, ten rapid blinks. "Which one's that?" he asked, genuinely.

"I, erm..." You swallowed, wondering how to word it for him. "I... I like guys. Like you. But I like women too. And. And all the people in between. Or outside."

You expected a myriad of reactions. Denial, sexualization, normal acceptance, accusations of cheating, disgust. You were decidedly not expecting the reaction you got instead.

"So that day, before we got together, when you were talking to Suzette down the lane. You were flirting."

You stammered for a moment, eyes wide. "Well -- I -- Alec, I'd never cheat --"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't," he reassured you. "I'm just wondering why the fuck you're with me when ye could be with that -- frankly, stunning -- woman instead."

You stared wide-eyed for a moment, your breaths still a little off-kilter from the anxiety you'd been experiencing the whole day. But, after a moment of processing, you broke out into a wild fit of giggles.

You heard his much softer chuckle emanating from beside you and looked up into his eyes, still grinning. "That's your takeaway? That's what your biggest concern is right now?"

"Well," he started, tossing his head back in a shrug. "She is gorgeous."

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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?”

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Alec Hardy NSFW Alphabet

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

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

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alec is a big fan of post-coital cuddles. He comes off as such a tough guy, but is really just a sweet marshmallow inside. He loves to just have mindless conversations about random things. Sometimes he likes to bask in the afterglow together, but it just depends on his mood if he’s feeling quiet or chatty. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his partners’ is their hair. He’s a sucker for pretty, soft hair. 

His favourite part of himself is his fingers. He likes to watch them disappear and reappear inside you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alec will leave his jaw on the floor if you swallow his cum. Whenever you do this for him, he is absolutely smitten. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty secret following on from the cum HC- he loves to kiss you after you’ve swallowed his cum. The taste of him on your tongue and in your mouth makes him feel the best kind of filthy. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Alec does not have the most experience, but he’s a fast learner. At the beginning of your relationship, that learning curve was reasonably short as he learnt exactly what made you flush with heat and endorphins. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Alec adores the soft romanticism of missionary- being able to look into your eyes as he rocks his hips against you. The feel of your thighs around his hips, your arms around him as he fucks into you. Absolutely it’s his favourite position. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Alec is a bit more serious in the moment. He prefers a more romantic than goofy mood for the most part. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Alec is trimmed neatly but lets himself go reasonably often. It is more a time-constraint thing than anything else. He gets so wrapped up in his cases that he forgets to take proper care of himself, and trimming his hair down there isn’t high up on that list. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

King of romance and intimacy during sex, Alec is. For your first time together, he pulled out all the stops with the rose petals, the music ( he even attempted a massage- it was not that great, but you appreciated the effort), soft loving caresses and all the praise you could ask for. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Alec gets so wrapped up and stressed when it comes to his cases, that sometimes he ends up just needing to take a break and beat one off. He always thinks of you when he does. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Alec has a budding daddy kink, as well as a thing for giving praise. 

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

He’s a bedroom man, through and through. Though he doesn’t mind a romp in the backseat, either. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, even a sultry look will turn Alec on. He’s incredibly easy to tease. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Gun-play, knife play and he’s not at all big on cnc. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

His preference is for giving. The smell and taste of you drives him absolutely wild with pleasure. There’s nothing that gets him off more than going down on you and palming himself or rutting against your shin. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For the most part, soft and slow. Very sensual. Though he’s been known to be a bit harsher on occasion. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Alec doesn’t mind a quickie here and there, particularly when he’s worked up and stressed, but his preference is for taking his time. Lovemaking. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Alec isn’t huge on risks, but doesn’t mind the occasional fuck on his desk in the office, handy in the car or oral against in the bathroom stall. These are few and far between, however. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Alec can only really go for two rounds maximum before he’s tiring out and falling asleep, but he does like to go down on you once more after you’ve fucked. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Alec doesn’t own toys himself, but he’s more than happy to use them on his partner. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Alec isn’t too much of a tease. He only really teases when you’ve been irritating him on purpose. He will tease you with his head rubbing against your clit or hole (masc and femme anatomy) until you break down and beg him to fuck you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Alec isn’t super loud, though he does grunt a lot as he gets closer to orgasm. He’s much quieter than others you’ve been with. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wild card HC is that Alec goes absolutely insane for lingerie. Absolutely adores you in it. Reveres you like a god(/ess).

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s pretty long, and reasonably skinny, and his dick leans to the left when he’s very hard. There’s also a vein that pulses right from the base up the underside of his cock to the beginning of the tip. It’s very sensitive. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alec doesn’t have a necessarily high sex drive, but he’s easily swayed into the mood. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty much within five minutes he’s conked.

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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

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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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Deep, Deep Down (Broadchurch One-Shot)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open

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

CW: reader is gn but has periods (rip- readers just like me fr), tooth-rotting fluff, comfort, idk what else to tag this

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

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Deep, deep down inside you’re aware that everyone’s experience is relative to their own situation and tolerance. You know this, but you’re also not entirely sure that anyone else could possibly have a period this bad.

They’re always like this. Agonising, debilitating, and very, very heavy. Alec was quite concerned when he witnessed his first one of yours. He was fawning over you and itching for his keys to take you to the doctor at any given second. It had taken a fair amount of convincing to get him to stand down. This was your normal. You’d gotten used to it (sort of) and now so would he. 

So month in and month out you spent at least one week a month curled up in a blanket fort cradling a heat pack like it was the only thing holding you back from death. Not even a hot chocolate made you feel better on your worst days. Not even the fancy ones with the whipped cream and the marshmallows. It was truly a cause for concern. 

Alec had started keeping mental track of your periods. Not on purpose, but it was hard not to notice when you basically stopped being able to function like a regular person for a minimum of a week per month. 

Alec knew your cycle was due to start any day, and he’d been trying to think of something to do for you to help you through it for at least three days. There was the standard, of course- the flowers, the chocolates, the hot water bottles- but he wanted something else. Something special. But what? 

Alec had thought about it for a little while before it came to him.

 

He prepared as many of your favourite things as possible. Your favourite snacks, flowers, plushies, blankets, foods. He’d even gone to the effort of grabbing all of your favourite restaurant meals and portioning them up for you so all you had to do when you got hungry was pop them in the microwave and start snacking. 

When you’d deemed yourself well enough to emerge from the bedroom and flop down in the lounge room, you’d almost cried at the sight that met you there. 

Soft blankets ready and waiting to cuddle into. A couple of your favourite plushies to keep you company. A little wicker basket of your favourite snacks. He’d even brought home Indian food for your lunch. The lights were dimmed and your string lights across the top of the TV cabinet were on and flickering softly. 

“I- erm, I’ve got t’go back to work, love,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. He was genuinely apologetic, you could see. And you chewed back the grateful tears. “But this should keep you goin’ till I get home, yes?” 

You looked around at the piles of things. He’d even teed up your favourite comfort film. Wow, maybe it wasn’t all men. 

“Y-yeah, Alec- I- this is amazing,” you breathed, rubbing at your tummy softly. 

Alec clocked the movement and turned around to pass you a bottle of water and some painkillers. Behind him, there was a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream. Right next to the remote. You were a little in shock, to be completely honest. 

“Here, take these. Erm- once I get back, I’ll run you a bath an’ we can watch a movie or cuddle or something,” his cheeks flushed the palest shade of pink. You nodded, taking the pills and swallowing them down. “Whatever y’want. I want that water done, though,” he said pointedly. “Keep y’fluids up, y’ken?” 

You sighed and took an extra large sip just to appease him.

 

“Yessir,” you said cheekily, followed by a much softer, “thank you, Alec. Really. This is one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“Low bar,” was all he replied. You reached out for him and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. Alec hesitated to pull away, and you chuckled sadly. 

“Go on, now. Off to solve some crimes, hey?” 

“Tha’s me. Alrigh’, take care, love, yeah?” 

You plop down onto the couch, pulling a blanket close.  “Always, sir.”