#Alden imagines

[justanoasisimagines]

I don’t want to sleep alone - Preference-Set A

Warnings; Mentions of anxiety and past trauma, typical canon violence. Requests are open! Guidlines are pinned at the top of my page A/N; Part two will be up in a few days! So if you don't see your favourite character here, they might be in Part 2 Credit to @cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Rick Grimes; The two of you nearly died after an encounter with the Saviours. Both of you are dragging your feet, both physically and mentally exhausted. When you turn to head towards your bed for the night, Rick stops you. He te;;s you he nearly lost you today and he doesn't want to sleep without you. Taking hold of his hand, you ask him which bedroom. He leads you toward his room because in Rick's opinion, your bed is like sleeping on concrete.

Abraham Ford; Ever since the two of you started getting serious, Abraham began to fear losing you. It comes from losing his wife and children. One thing is for certain he refuses to let that happen. This leads to Abraham asking you if you want to stay the night or insisting you two sleep close to each other for safety. Abraham wants to hold you close to reaffirm your there. It does begin to ease his anxiety when you agree.

Shane Walsh; It's you who tells Shane you don't want to sleep without him. The new world is ferocious, unpredictable, and deadly. Shane has adapted to the new world quickly, without question. So it makes sense for the two of you to share a space. Shane accepts because he doesn't like the idea of you being so far away from him when anything could happen.

Father Gabriel Stokes; Before the dead rose, Gabriel couldn't imagine sleeping with anyone whom he hadn't married. It was a sin in his eyes. The realization death is around the corner for anyone forces Gabriel to realise he doesn't want to miss out on these experiences with you. Gabriel eventually picks up the courage and expresses his feelings, you made sure he's adamant before agreeing.

Merle Dixon; Merle doesn't want to sleep without you. For a couple of reasons; one he doesn't like waking up alone. He wants to wake up with your bodies pressed together. Secondly, if Merle was being completely honest with himself, he doesn't trust anyone in Woodbury, There's no way in hell someone's going to hurt you while he's around. He'd gladly die trying to protect you.

Luke; Luke doesn't want to sleep without you. He feels like it's the next natural stage within your relationship. Living together, sharing a bed etc. Luke is grateful the two of you have found each other. It's only natural he wants to progress your relationship as normal as possible. For Luke, sharing a bed feels like the next step.

Siddiq; Siddiq is shaken from his encounter with the Whisperers. He's never been more terrified of dying before. He's struggling to adapt back to real life, constantly dealing with nightmares When you make the suggestion, Siddiq agrees. He'd thought he'd never see you again. He considers your warm embrace will help him sleep through the night again

Eugene Porter; Eugene is taken aback when you tell him you don't to sleep without him. He can't fathom why you would want to share a bed with him. His reaction is adamant, of course, he does. The entire interaction is awkward, soft and endearing as you both decide who's bed to share.

Benjamin; Benjamin never expected to fall in love. Never expected to find someone in the apocalypse, but he has. He's lying in bed one night, tossing and turning, struggling to sleep. His feet instinctively head him in the direction of your room. When he knocks, you are half asleep. He blurts out he doesn't want to sleep alone. You reply by opening the door wider and allowing him in

Beta; Beta insists you don't sleep alone. Living outside with the Whisperers is dangerous, there's danger at every turn. Beta hasn't cared in the past. When you two get together. things change. Suddenly, he's scared to lose someone. There is someone in his life that he wants to protect. So he insists you two sleep side by side.

Theodore "T-Dog" Douglas; When everyone's sorting out sleeping accommodations in the prison. You surprise him when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. T-Dog immediately goes in search of a comfortable place for you to sleep. It's nice at the end of the end of the day, to know he's going to fall asleep with you in his arms.

Alden; You and Alden are sitting together reading, your eyes drooping, struggling to stay awake. Alden makes the suggestion you go to bed. However, you refuse telling Alden you don't want to sleep without him. Alden smiles, he truly adores it when you're sleepy and completely honest. Alden replies with you don't have to. Alden leads you up to his room.

Justin; Justin doesn't want to sleep without you through jealousy. He doesn't like the way Daryl's been staring at you. He wants to remind everyone, especially Daryl who you come back to after your day has finished. Who keeps you warm on those cold nights

Noah; Things are always tense in the hospital. There's always some politics going around. Noah's favourite part of the hospital is you. You two are hanging out, when Noah brings it up. He doesn't want to sleep alone, because its time he could have spent with you. The sentiment is sweet and when you agree, Noah asks you which side you prefer.

Jerry; You come to Jerry in the middle of the night, tears running down your face, pain-stricken. Immediately Jerry opens up his arms, embracing you. Jerry sets into consoling you. The world is harsh and cruel and even the strongest people break. When you tell Jerry, you don't want to sleep without him, he tells you you don't have to because he's right here.

Axel; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Gareth; Axel struggles to get accustomed to the harsh reality of the world. You are the best thing to come out of it. Companionship, patience, love. So when you come into his cell asking to sleep with him, he scoots to the side, pulling back the blanket. He tells you, you don't have to ask. He'll protect you from the nightmares.

Micheal Mercer; Micheal is always busy. He takes the job seriously because it's important. However, sometimes he can feel like he's not spending enough time with you. It's why one night, he decides to ask you, to stay. He tells you, he doesn't want to go to bed alone anymore. Not when he can fall and wake up to something beautiful

Negan; Negan smirks when you tell him you don't want to sleep alone. He's been waiting for you to come to him. He didn't want to put any pressure on you, but he's been wanting to share a bed with you for a while. In Negan's mind, it's another way to be close to you. An excuse to feel your body against his.

[callie-the-creator]

games listed (in order):

- prescription:LOVE

- lurking for love

- the kid at the back

[parkvcrs]

a meme made by me :)

[the-way-astray]

fitz in dark blue and gold, alden in red, royal purple, and silver, della in pink, orange, and bronze, and biana in sky blue, teal, peach, and muted purple. actually. and alvar dead in a ditch somewhere

[lustnhim]

elvis’ last vacation in hawaii (77’) 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[silverstar70]

Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner - Criminal Minds

What do you want? 🔞

Welcome back 🔞

Rough day 🔞

Something new 🔞 Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

Happy birthday, Aaron 🔞

Dinner for three

Need help? 🔞

Alden Parker - NCIS

Make things right

Dr. Parker 🔞

The Plan

You deserve to be happy

It isn't what I want

Saying goodbye

I need help

We have your back

Leroy Jethro Gibbs - NCIS

Hi, cowboy! 🔞

Kurt/Diane - The good wife & The good fight

Only on Ao3

Last time 🔞

Left unsaid 🔞 Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4,

Worth it 🔞

You'll be the death of me 🔞

Kit/Bell - The resident

Only on Ao3

Tomorrow, then 🔞

The one where...

Stupid things in the name of sex 🔞

The torch has been passed coming soon

Last Update: 01/03/2025

[novamariestark]

First Times - Alden Parker

Summary: You accidentally reveal your "first time" and your first time with Alden is 10x better.

Warnings: NSFW (you have been warned), SMUT, piv (unprotected), oral (f), sexual fantasies?, dirty thoughts, lmk if I missed anything.

Word count: 2511

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x Reader

You elevator dinged a fraction of a second before the doors chugged open. You stepped into the familiar small space, and as if on auto pilot, you pressed the button, the ‘3’ illuminating, signalling your selection. Just as the doors begin to close, you hear ‘hold the doors’

You stuck your hand out to stop the doors from fully closing and they reopen to reveal, Alden Parker. Your boss and your boyfriend. He shoots you a thanks with that cute and equally sexy smile as he steps in, turning to face the doors as they begin to close once more.

“ooh, what do you have for us today?” you asked, trying to take a peek over Alden’s shoulder to see what he was holding.

“Kleicha,” he replied, bringing the box towards you, signalling for you to take one.

You didn’t waste any time in bringing your hand up to grab one of the delicious looking snacks. You placed it on your tongue, letting out an innocent moan of delight. However, to Alden’s ears, it was anything but innocent.

Your relationship was relatively new, having only gotten together less than two months ago. You hadn’t even had sex yet and it was starting to get at Alden, especially when you make pretty sounds like that. But he didn’t want to rush you into anything.

You had no idea what was going on in Alden’s mind. You had no idea how much he wanted you. no. Needed you. How much restraint it takes to not push you up against the nearest wall and pound into you until your legs couldn’t hold you anymore. Until there was a perfect engraving of your outline on that very wall.

He on the other hand, didn’t know how much you needed him. It was starting to get so bad that you were jealous of his mug that had the pleasure of having his lips clasped around it’s rim. What made that 10x worse was when he pulled the mug away and his sexy ass moustache is slightly wet. Your dirty ass mind can’t help but replace the coffee with something completely different.

You loved how he was with you. Sweet, kind, gentle. You love all those things. Really, you did. But there are times when a girl just needs to be fucked, you know? Sometimes you thought about making the first move but your insecurity stops you.

What if he doesn’t like you like that?

What if he’s repulsed by your forwardness?

Yes very stupid things. You must be blind, because Alden isn’t as good as hiding it as he thinks he is. Especially now. Standing with you alone in the elevator, watching your lips move as you chew. He almost lets out a groan as you moan once more at the buttery and tender pastry. Clenching his fist when he watches your neck flex slightly as you swallow. He can feel his last shred of restraint stretching to the point where he’s going to snap.

And he would have done when your tongue poked out to lick the crumbs from your lips if it weren’t for the sound of the ding, signalling that you had arrived at your floor. Alden rushed out, you follow close behind. You didn’t think much of it, after all, he is always excited to share his pastries with the team.

As you walk towards the bullpen, you notice Tim, Jess and Kayla talking. Alden comes to a stop between Kayla and Tim as he presents the pastries and asks what they were talking about as he walked between them to stand beside his desk.

“Our first times,” Jess replied, bringing the cookie up to her lips and taking a bit.

“Please tell me yours was actually interesting,” Kayla said, which made you wonder what Tim and Jess had said that seemed so vanilla to her.

“Oooh, mine was on a pool table in a bar,” you said as you moved past them, taking your jacket off and draping it over your desk chair, “My boyfriend was a bartender there,”

“Our first times in the field,” Jess added, you turned quick on your heels to look at her, your cheeks now red in embarrassment and your eyes were wide, “Did I not say that?”

“Y-you said first times,”

“And your first thought was—”

“A bar? Really? You?”

“Yes Timmy, why is that such a shock?” you asked, crossing your arms, whilst your face conveyed a look of annoyance and slight offence.

“Well, it’s just— you know, not what I expected,”

It didn’t matter how you asked, or how threatening your look was. McGee never actually tells you why he was shocked. But all the while you were interrogating McGee, you never noticed your boyfriend’s change in demeanour. Part of him hated the fact that others had touched you, he knew you had past boyfriends, of course you had. There’s no way a woman as beautiful and sweet as you hasn’t stolen a few hearts. But the other part of him started to think about how you’d look sprawled across his desk, all fucked out, close to your fourth orgasm from just his tongue.

The case was increasingly difficult that day because, that image of your on his desk was the only thing occupying his mind.

Later that day, after the case was solved, you found yourself in Alden’s car on the way home.

“So— a bar?”

“Not you too,” you groaned, throwing your head back against the headrest, “Do people really think I’m that boring?”

 “Boring? No,” he replied, “Incredibly sweet and innocent? Well, they used to,” he added with a chuckle.

“Is that why you haven’t touched me?” you asked, completely throwing him off guard that the car swerved from the lane slightly.

“W-what?”

You turn in your seat to look at him, “We’ve been together for almost two months, and you haven’t touched me,” you shrugged, “I suppose that’s better than the reason I was thinking,” you added, you hadn’t meant to say it aloud, only in your head. You didn’t even know you did say it out loud until he asked you what you meant.

“I was beginning to think I wasn’t sexy enough or didn’t excite you like that,” you added, turning your body back away from him, so that you were back sitting in your seat normally.

Alden looked between you and the road a couple of times before letting out a scoff, “You’re kidding right?” he asked, but when he got no answer and you looked down at your hands dancing in your lap, he knew you weren’t kidding, “Angel, you have no idea, the level of restraint I’ve had to have to keep my hands off you,”

“You mean, you’ve… thought about it?”

“More often than I probably should at work,”

Your smile gets wider as you look up at him, your eyes practically dancing at the thought of him thinking about you in such a way at work.

“So, what do you think about?” you asked. completely curious to know whether it’s a dirty and graphic as some of the thoughts in your head.

“You’re not going to let this go are you?” he asked, throwing a smirk in your direction. You pretended to think about it and then shook your head.

“Tell me your most recent thought about me and I’ll tell you mine,” you bargained, you could see the wheels turning in his head. He definitely wanted to know what you had thought about him doing to you.

“Today, after your revelation, I thought about you all day. The only image in my mind was your beautiful, sweaty body spread out across my desk—”

“Your work desk?” you asked, pulling your seatbelt slightly to loosen it’s grip on you so you could move closer to Alden. “Naughty boy,” you whispered in his ear. Your lips moved downward, and you pressed a kiss below his ear, as you bring your hand to rest on his thigh, “What were you doing?”

He gulped, the muscles in his thigh tightening under your fingertips. His knuckles turning snow white due to the grip he had on the steering wheel.

“Okay, I’ll start baby,” you said, your fingers venturing a little further up his thigh, “My most recent one was in this very car. With me teasing you until you lose control and fuck me in the back seat or against the hood. My personal favourite is when your tongue is doing the most heavenly dance—”

“Okay, okay,” he rushed out, his breathing coming out in sharp, heavy huffs.

“You wanna play it out?” you asked, your hand moving closer and closer to the now visible arousal of your man but his hand quickly stopped you.

“No,”

You pouted, removing your hand completely and turning away from him. Slightly embarrassed. Was he repulsed?

Before you could get too into your own head, his hand came to rest on your thigh. So close to your core, he could practically feel the heat radiating from it.

“Our first time isn’t going to be in a car, baby girl. It’s going to be on my bed where I can take my sweet time with you,”

Your legs clenched together, trapping his hand between your thighs. You let out a small whimper as the side of his hand gently brushes against you.

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a fact, princess”

The rest of the ride seemed to go so slowly and so quick. Before you could even register it, you were already in Alden’s bedroom. His mouth never left yours as he guides you backwards towards the bed, pushing you on it as soon as the back of your legs hit the mattress. You let out a squeal of both delight and surprise.

“Close, but you’re a little overdressed,” he said, you sat up, your hands quickly went to shred your clothes but he caught them, “I want to undress you,” he said, his hands released yours and they fell to rest by your side. He leant down, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifts it over your head. You raise your arms to help slide it off. He stands back up straight, discarding of the shirt somewhere in the room. Your head now face to face with something you had dreamed of for ages.

You lift your hand and palm him through the fabric of his pants, once again, his hands stop you. You whine, pouting slightly as you look up at him with those doe eyes.

God you were going to be the death of him.

“It’s all about you, baby girl,” he said, his free hand going to your cheek as he leans down and presses a sweet and soft kiss to your forehead. His hands then move to unclasp your bra. The thin, lacy fabric falls into your lap, exposing more of you to him.

He lowers himself to the floor, until he’s kneeling before you. His hands reach out, each beginning to play with one of your breasts, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until they harden between them. He replaces one of his hands with his mouth, suck on the supple flesh and every so often a little nip.

He released it with a pop and moved on to give the other a little attention. You start to grind against the bed, looking for any kind of relief to dull the growing ache in your core. And he notices this.

“Needy, baby?” he asked, you immediately reply with a whimper and a nod, “Lie back,” he ordered, and you complied immediately. You look down, watching as he reaches to unbutton your pants, teasingly slow.

“Please,”

He pauses for a moment, thinking whether he should continue to make you wait or give you what you want. The teasing wasn’t helping him either. His boxers were getting painfully tight, he didn’t know if he’d be able to last all the teasing he wanted to put you through. He didn’t know if he could wait until you came four times on his tongue. So perhaps he’ll have to settle for one.

He quickly got rid of your pants and your underwear, chucking them over his shoulder, somewhere on the floor and completely forgotten. He places a palm on each of your thighs, spreading your legs wider for him.

“You’re completely soaked, baby,”

“Your fault,”

He chuckled, one hand leaving your thigh to gently glide a finger though your folds. Your hips buck at the contact. Your head falls back to the mattress as your hips continue to grind thin air, begging for more contact and goddamn did he give it you.

Since he’d literally been taking it slow, the last thing you expected was the sudden intrusion of his smooth, wet tongue between your folds and as you predicted, that fucking facial hair felt so fucking good buried between your legs.

One hand buries itself in his luscious silver hair as the other grips tightly to the sheets below you. It took everything in you not to lock your thighs around his head as soon as he moved his hands. One wrapped around your waist to keep you still and the other started to tease your entrance. It wasn’t long until he sunk two of his long, thick fingers in you. Knuckles deep and curling at just the right angle, brushing against that delicious spot. His mouth continued it’s job, sucking on that little bundle of nerves. His tongue sticking out to draw pattens between your folds. After almost two months of fantasizing about how good this man would make you feel, how good his tongue would feel, it didn’t take long for your first orgasm of the night to approach. It hit you like a sharp wave. It was easily the best and most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

But he wasn’t done, lapped up all you had to offer and continued to lick and suck at your clit until another orgasm tore through you. To his surprise, he did manage to pull four orgasms from you with just his tongue before getting your fifth from his painfully erect cock.

You were so sensitive and fucked out at this point that you couldn’t even muster up the strength to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Can you give me one more, baby?”

You couldn’t even form words, so you nodded.

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a kiss to your lips. No sooner after he said that did your fifth and final orgasm came crashing through you. He wasn’t far behind, especially after he felt your release coat his sheathed member. Just a few more thrusts and his own release paints your walls.

He collapses beside you, gently pulling you to rest on his chest. You curl up to him, as close as you can get, and just listen to his heartbeat.

“Was that better than in your head?” you asked him sleepily.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hair, “So much better,”

[n-evermores]

#1 Baby, It's Cold Outside

【１２　Ｄａｙｓ　ｏｆ　Ａｌｄｅｎ　Ｐａｒｋｅｒ】

#2 , #3, #4, #5

Pairing: Alden Parker x f!reader (fluff)

Summary: One safehouse, no heater, and one bed. I suppose Parker will have to not only protect you from whoever is trying to kill you, but keep you warm too.

Word Count: 1300+

Warnings: None really, just Parker fighting for his life at the end

A/N: This could have been the smuttiest of smut I've ever written, but I decided to keep it PG. I know...a crime. Anyway, send me your favorite Christmas song or a prompt and I'll add it to my list. My anons are turned back on for those of you who are shy lol.

You wanted to say this was the worst Christmas yet, but honestly it was almost better than going visit your family for the holidays just to have them wonder why you’re not married yet. 

“No boyfriend?” Your old aunt would ask. 

“I wanna see a ring on that finger next Christmas.” Your uncle would say. 

It was frustrating how they assumed you should just be married, yet they didn’t realize must now demanding your job was. Not to mention, how dangerous. The predicament you were in right now was proof of that. 

“I’m sorry you have to spend Christmas like this.” Parker said as he poked at the fire. You watched him as he now warmed his hands in front of the flames, garnering all the warmth the wooden hearth had to offer. 

You sat in the small armed chair adjacent to the fireplace with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a hot cup of cocoa in your hands. “It’s you I feel bad for.  Weren’t you going to spend Christmas with your dad?”

Parker sighed, “Yeah, but he’ll spend it with my sister instead. He’ll be fine.” He noticed you weren’t convinced and he cracked a smile, “Besides, I get to spend Christmas with my favorite agent,” He paused, “Don’t tell the others.”

You chuckled and mimicked a zipping motion across your lips, “Not a word.” You glanced around and your smile faded, “But still. No heat in this cabin? Possible psycho trying to kill me. The stakes are high, unlike the temperature.” You closed the blanket tighter around you as your body shivered.

Parker noticed and swept over to the bed to grab another blanket and walked over to wrap it around you. He lowered himself in front of you to tighten the blanket around your chest and looked up at you through his lashes, “I’m not going to let this guy hurt you. I promise.”

Your eyes gentled on his face and you smiled, “I know. But I can handle myself. This safehouse in the middle of nowhere is unnecessary.”

“He tried to kill you twice. He sent multiple threats to you—“ 

You cut him off, “I know, I know.” you shook your head dismissively. 

“Just let us keep you safe. Let me.” He implored, hazel eyes pleading with you. You relented a sigh before giving a small nod of assent. “Good. Now you’re in my bed.” He said, motioning for you to get up.

“You’re not sleeping in this chair.” You countered, “I’ll take the chair. It's the least I can do.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous. You take the bed.”

“I don’t think your bones can handle sleeping in this chair all night. How are you going to keep me safe If you’re stiff like the tin man?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you calling me old?”

You felt your cheeks flush and you gave him a wry smile, “If the shoe fits.”

“For that,” He pointed to the door, “You can sleep outside in the snow.”

“But I’ll freeze to death.” You pointed out and Parker rolled his eyes. He grabbed you by the waist and picked you up easily, settling you near the fire without any difficulty. You felt your cheeks flush at the way he handled you. 

“Now. You take the bed. I’ll be fine. Besides, the chair is closer to the fire and someone needs to watch it all night.”

You wanted to protest but instead you tossed one of the blankets over to Parker and trudged over to the bed. You didn’t realize how exhausted you were until you felt the soft mattress beneath you. It was late and you could see the moonlight filtering through the window, dust particles dancing in the beam of light. The wind billowed against the old door, the hinges rattling almost hauntingly as snow fell in droves. 

You snuggled beneath the blankets and glanced over at Parker in the chair. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” He responded softly and you closed your eyes, your body shivering despite the pile of blankets over you. 

“I can hear your teeth chattering from over here.” He said suddenly.

“It’s so cold.” You curled into yourself, pulling the covers up to your chin. He didn’t exactly look warm either, and you could tell he was uncomfortable in the chair. “Parker, don’t take this the wrong way or anything. But maybe you should join me.”

He opened his eyes and looked at you through the fire lit room. “You mean sleep in the bed with you?”

“I won’t say a word to the others if you don’t. I’m cold, and you’re cold. Isn’t it like survival 101 or something?” 

“If we were to go by the book, we would have to remove our clothing and that is not going to happen.” 

You were thankful for the dark because you knew the embarrassment was evident on your face. “Just come sleep in the bed. We’d both be warmer. And less likely to get sick.”

He considered your idea. Finally, he stood and began walking over to you, “Alright, but we keep our clothes on.” He chuckled, making light of the situation as usual. 

You laughed before scooting over to give him room, “Deal.” you said as he crawled into the bed with you. He settled in and you turned to face him. It would be a lot more effective if you cuddled, but you didn’t want to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. He watched you shivering next to him and he reached out to wrap his hands around yours, rubbing them together to keep you warm. 

“You’ll warm up soon.”

“Next time my life is being threatened, we’re picking a safehouse with a working heater.” 

“Hm, I  can agree to that.” Parker said and you instinctively shifted a little closer to him. You could tell he was just as cold, but a lot better at hiding it. 

“Parker, I’m really cold. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.” You admitted, your hands were the only part of you warming up, and that was because Parker was still rubbing your hands together in his.

You could see his brows crease and his eyes flit over your face as if he was trying to make a decision about something. “We don’t tell a soul about this. They’ll hold it over our heads endlessly.” He said as he pulled you closer. Your breath hitched as his hand gripped your waist and slid you across the small gap between you until you were flush against him. You instantly felt relief as the warmth radiating from him slowly began to warm your insides and you couldn’t help but tangle yourself around him. 

He groaned slightly, “Easy.” He chided lightly as you wrapped your leg around his hip in a position that was quite erotic in any other situation. 

“Sorry. I’m just so cold.” You apologized, but didn’t regret it one bit. The trembling began to subside, and you felt your insides grow hotter from the contact with his body.

“I know, me too.” He admitted before tightening his arms around you. You buried your face in his neck and clung to him like a koala bear. Honestly you couldn’t deny how good it felt. You couldn’t remember the last time someone held you this way. It was comforting knowing it was Parker of all people. You trusted him with your life, and you knew he would keep you safe in more ways than one.

You could feel his heart pounding inside his chest. It was beating a lot faster than what was considered normal. You lifted your head slightly to look at his face, trying to make sure nothing was amiss. His expression was impassive except for his shaky breathing which seemed to echo throughout the small space. 

“Parker, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” He replied hoarsely. “Just go to sleep.” He demanded lightly and you buried your face in his chest and closed your eyes. 

“Merry Christmas.” You murmured into his grey hoodie.

He didn’t answer at first, but you felt his hand soothe over your hair and a very light kiss placed on top of your head, “Merry Christmas. Y/N.”  He whispered, drawing comforting circles into your back.

You were no longer cold. In fact, you felt hot from the almost tantalizing way your bodies touched. If you weren't being chased by a raging lunatic, this Christmas would most definitely be at the top of your list.

[bullet-prooflove]

All The Federales Say... : Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets@kmc1989@sarakafarrah @ @mandy426

Companion piece to The Secret

Trigger warning for loss of a child

Alden can’t stand country music. Whenever it comes on the radio it feels like someone is driving an ice pick right into his brain. He becomes reserved, short tempered, abrasive. You’ve never been able to decipher the reasoning behind it not until the night he tells you about Bonnie.

“We were coming back from swimming club when it happened.” He finds himself saying as the two of you sit on the chocolate brown Chesterfield in the greenhouse. Your fingertips stroke along the underside of his forearm, tracing over the Eagles lyrics tattooed there. “Bonnie was asleep in the back seat. She always used to drop off after those sessions...”

He smiles at the memory. Bonnie’s unruly dark curls falling across her dainty features, her cheek pressed into the side of the car seat. She’d been wearing a black and white striped dress that day, a silver barrette clipped into her hair.  He still carries the damn thing around in his wallet, despite the fact it’s rusted. It’s the only thing he has left of his daughter because Viv had purged the nursery in the aftermath, she couldn’t stand the sight of anything that reminded her of Bonnie.

“When you have kids, you have all these dreams for them.” He tells you, his voice getting a little rough as he watches your fingers trail over the ink. “I thought she was going to grow up, go to the Olympics, bring home a gold medal...It seems so stupid now.” 

He trails off then, swallowing hard against the build-up of emotion in his chest. It’s getting hard to breathe because he’s back there in that place fiddling with the dial on the radio as Viv focuses on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Things get hazy after that.” He sighs as his hand captures yours. He holds on tight squeezing your fingers because the road he’s about to go down, it’s not one he wants to walk alone. “They tell me I hit my head in the crash. I remember fragments. Viv was driving, there was a Willie Nelson song on the radio, it was Pancho and Lefty. We were singing that hook, you know the one? ‘All the Federales say…’”

He's there now, right back in that car with the taste of metal in his mouth and smoke filling his lungs. Viv’s slumped over the air bag, blood trickling out of her nose and he’s trying to wake her but Viv, her eyes, they just won’t open.

All the Federales say…

That song, that damn song is still playing and he realises that underneath the lyrics he can’t hear Bonnie, she should be awake now, she should be screaming but there’s just this silence, this horrible, empty nothingness and Alden knows, he just knows.

He forces himself to look anyway and what he sees...

Christ it still haunts his dreams.

“Car seats back then...” He hears himself telling you. “They weren’t as robust as they are these days. My daughter…”

He chokes because all of that anguish, all of that guilt, it’s like he’s feeling it for the very first time. He breaks then, his entire being shattering into a million pieces. The noise that comes out of his mouth, it’s raw, animalistic, a violent sob that wracks his entire body. He hasn’t grieved for Bonnie, not really. There was never any space for it. He was the strong one in the aftermath, holding Viv together and then that had fallen apart. By that point he’d shoved it all in a box because he didn’t want to face it, he’d convinced himself he’d moved on but in reality, it’s always been there, sitting just under the surface waiting.

Your lips chase over the tears that leak down his cheeks, your body pressing against his and Alden feels that rush of heat, that urge to feel anything but the agony that eats him up inside right now.

“Lisa?” He questions, his breath a little ragged and you know exactly what he’s asking you. “I need…”

You know exactly what he needs, you always do. You climb into his lap and his hand threads  through your hair, gripping it tightly in his fist. He pulls your head back, baring your throat and you make that noise, that sweet whimper as his lips ghost up the curve of your neck.

“It’s going to be rough.” He warns you, tugging a little harder, keeping you in place, flush against him. “I don’t have it in me to be soft with you tonight.”

“You don’t have to be.” You whisper as he thrusts up against you. “I mean it Alden, I won’t break.”

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Stand By Your Man

A/N Inspired by the song ‘Stand By Your Man’ and a vanilla custard filled choux bun I had recently that I can’t stop thinking about. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Summary: After Parker, who your beginning to develop a crush on, discovers your hidden talent, you go undercover at a country bar to find a suspect.

Word Count: 2391

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You’d regretted revealing your hidden talent to Alden Parker the minute it had slipped from your lips. It was a moment of weakness on your part. You had initially rejected the agent as Gibbs’ replacement, you told yourself it was because he was too cheery and not as professional as Gibbs, but you knew that your resentment for Parker was, in reality, the manifestation of your sadness at Gibbs leaving and Parker taking his place meant that he really was gone. However, after a particularly hard case which ended with Parker offering you a vanilla custard filled choux bun from a bakery he had found on the drive back to the NCIS building. Your resentment had completely crumbled and amongst the praises for the pastry, in what you believe was a sugar induced moment of insanity, you had confessed your talent for singing to the older agent as a type of olive branch, who had been trying to encourage you to divulge a secret talent to him for the entirety of the case. The grin on his face was what immediately triggered a sense of regret within you, wishing that the pastries’ ability to loosen your lips hadn’t worked and it was that same grin that reignited that flame of regret within you 4 weeks later, when Parker told you that you would all be going undercover at a Country Bar. It was that grin that told you everything you needed to know in a matter of microseconds.

It was that grin that you could still see now as you were standing, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white flowy bell sleeved top and cowboy boots, being handed a microphone to go and sing on the stage of your suspect’s favourite hangout.

Parker had argued that it was imperative that the team could see every face within the bar in order to find the suspect and that the only way to truly do that was to have someone on stage and the rest of the team sat around the bar. You, on the other hand, had not felt the same and had rolled your eyes while Torres sniggered at your annoyance, promising to film the whole thing so he could torture you with it, following Parker’s divulgence of your talent to the rest of the team as well as his plan to catch the suspect. You had silently thanked McGee for not mentioning that he had in fact already heard you sing, (after an evening out drinking with him, DiNozzo and Bishop had led you all to a karaoke bar, which in turn had led to some very questionable renditions of many, many songs), not wanting to have to explain your karaoke too.

But as hard as you tried you couldn’t really be mad at Parker and truthfully you did think that Parker’s plan made sense, it was subtle, you could find the suspect without him realising you were looking for him and keep his attention away from whoever ended up grabbing him in the crowded bar.  Over the past four weeks you had softened to Parker, accepting that while he was replacing Gibbs in terms of his job, he was so different from him that he could never take his place. You liked to think of it as a different place, just as good as Gibbs but in different ways. Unfortunately for you during the past four weeks as well as coming to terms with Gibbs’ absence and Parker’s arrival, you had started to develop a crush on your boss. A crush you were almost certain he didn’t reciprocate.

You took a breath and shook your hair slightly before returning your mind back to your current situation, thanking the man who had handed you the microphone before the band began to play the song you had chosen to sing. As the music started to flow to your ears you calmed, the familiarity of the feeling settling in. It’s not that you hate singing in front of people, it’s more that you would rather just gouge your eyes out than have to sing in-front of your co-workers and boss/crush.

‘Sometimes its hard to be a woman’, the words flowed out your mouth effortlessly. As you continued, you shifted your focus from the words you were singing to the faces in the bar, scanning each one for the face of your suspect. However, after a few lines, you realised that there was no way you could get a clear read on half the faces in the bar without getting closer.

So, despite the resistance of every fibre of your being, you stepped of the stage and started to walk around the bar as you continued to sing. At first it was just a brush of your hand to someone’s shoulder so they would lift their gaze and you could see their face, but after a minute of singing you began to get bolder. As you continued to move around the room you found yourself sliding on the edge of the booth McGee was sat at, who like you had been searching for your suspect, and found yourself wrapping your arm over his right shoulder, directing the words of the song at him, and leaning your head on his other shoulder. This elicited a chuckle as he laughed softly at you. If you were being forced to do this, you were at least going to have some fun.

After moving away from McGee, you continued to make your way through the packed bar, the eyes of all the patrons now focused entirely on you, the words of the song falling effortlessly from your lips, and unbeknownst to you wowing the entire bar full of people, including your team. Unlike Jess, who had never doubted your ability to sing, Torres was in utter disbelief, still holding his phone recording you like he had promised, but now with the knowledge that there was very little to tease you with. McGee, on the other hand, was not surprised by your beautiful singing at all, after all, he had heard you sing drunk all those years go with him, Tony and Ellie and he knew if you sounded that good while that drunk, and you had all been very drunk, that sober your voice must be angelic.

Meanwhile, Parker’s gaze had stopped moving around the bar and instead fixed itself on you. When you had admitted to him that you could sing he had thought you would instantly take it back, and from the look on your face at the time he could tell you regretted it. He knew that you, like Torres, were having trouble adjusting to him taking over from Gibbs, but over the past few weeks both of you had been getting on very well. So well in fact, that he had developed somewhat of a crush on you, however, he also convinced himself that being your boss, as well as much older than you, made this crush entirely irresponsible and wrong, besides he was almost certain that you didn’t reciprocate it. In this moment though, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had been stunned into silence when he had first seen your outfit as you ran into the elevator which he had just gotten into, as you were about to go to the bar. The words he wanted to say, that you looked beautiful, had sat at the back of his throat and instead he opted for a smirkish smile as he told you he liked the outfit, to which you had rolled your eyes gently while chuckling softly, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks at the fact he had even commented on the outfit.  Now Parker was watching as you continued to move around the bar in his direction, admiring your voice and attempting to ignore the way his heart beat faster when you walked over to him as you sang, wrapping an arm over his shoulders as you placed yourself on his lap.

After singing a few lines of the song sitting on Parker’s lap, which was something you knew you would regret instantly the moment you did it, you forced yourself to get up and continue to search the bar as you sang. You were surprised for several reasons when you had sat on Parker’s lap. Firstly, you surprised yourself that you would do something that bold, but more importantly to you, you were surprised by Parker’s reaction, he had smiled at you, laughed softly and placed his arm around your waist, holding you close to him. An action you were sure had caused your heart to stop beating momentarily.

As you continued to sing you tried to shake the thoughts of Parker out of your mind, convincing yourself that he, like you, was undercover, he was just playing the role. Suddenly though you were snapped out of your spiralling as you caught sight of the man you had been searching for, who was staring at you. The suspect was sitting with another man, also looking directly at you. You moved over to them trying not to rush and maintain your cover.

As you reached them, you placed your hand on the man’s shoulder, turning to make eye contact with Nick, McGee, Jess and Parker, as you empathised the words of the song, ‘stand by your man’. You had chosen the song for this specific reason, that when you found the suspect, it would be easy to tell the team where he was. That and the fact that it was a short song and you didn’t want to have to sing longer than necessary.

After receiving nods from all the team, you removed your hand from his shoulder and walked back to the stage, with only a few lines left to sing. As you finished singing and the room burst into applause, the team quickly moved towards the man, their actions hidden from him by the applause, before grabbing and arresting him. The rest of the bar remained mostly oblivious thanks to the noise that was no being created.

You received a small rush from both the applause you received, and the relief that the suspect was now in custody. But as quickly as you had been handed the mic, you handed it back to the same man who had previously given it to you and rushed to the entrance of the bar to catch up with your team. As you left the bar and got outside the first thing you saw was Tim and Jess, who were putting the suspect into one of the cars, but you couldn’t see Parker or Torres. That was until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders as Nick began to tell you how he was never actually going to tease you, which he definitely was going to do, and sang your praises. Eventually after he came down from the apparent high he was on after you singing, he jogged over to McGee, still giggling slightly, while you just shook your head and smiled.

Not a second later did Parker join you, after having disappeared somewhere, retuning with a box under his arm as he clapped softly, causing you to laugh and blush rather furiously.

‘When you told me you could sing, I assumed you could carry a tune, I didn’t expect you to have the voice of an angel.’

‘Thank you’ you blushed even more at his compliment, avoiding meeting his eyes, ‘just don’t think this will be a regular occurrence, I don’t think I could handle that’ you added pointedly.

He chuckled, ‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy, now they’ve heard you sing’, he gestured to the team, who were still chatting amongst themselves, occasionally glancing over at you and Parker, ‘they are going to try and get you to every chance they get’. This caused you both to chuckle.

‘Oh god’ you groaned, ‘I hadn’t thought of that’, eliciting yet another laugh from Parker, before he moved the box he had perched under his arm and held it in front of you.

‘But since you’ll probably never be given a break from this now, I got you this’ he stated opening the lid of the box to reveal one of the same vanilla custard filled choux buns he had given you all those weeks ago when you first confessed to him your talent.

Your eyes widened in excitement upon seeing the choux bun, taking it out the box and moaning as you took a bite of it. ‘This makes it all worth it’ you smiled, content with the pastry in your hand and completely touched by the gesture.

Meanwhile, by the van the other three agents continued to watch you and Parker after giving up on just sneaking glances at the pair of you.

‘Aww’ Jess cooed as they watched Parker give you the pastry he had bought especially for you, ‘Do you think they realise how much they like each other? Or just how obvious it is?’ she then asked the two men next to her.

‘Oh they have no clue’, answered Nick immediately, smirking as he watched you both.

‘Yeah they’re oblivious. I’m pretty sure they both think the other one doesn’t fell the same’ added Tim, returning his gaze to the two agents in front of him.

‘They’re the only ones who don’t see how much they like each other; I mean it’s pretty obvious to literally anybody else’ added Nick.

‘What’s obvious?’, you asked as you and Parker had made your way over to the three agents standing in a huddle as you continued to eat the choux bun in your hand. Jess and Tim looked like deer caught in headlights, but Nick began to smirk.

‘We were just saying how oblivious people can be sometimes’, looking directly at you and Parker who were both proving his point and being entirely oblivious, adorning expressions of confusion as he then added, ‘you know like the suspect, just sitting their not realising he was about to be arrested by the five agents in the bar.’

‘Oh right’

‘Yeah, that makes sense’.

Both yours and Parker’s answers were met with small giggles and nudges as you all began to move into the cars, which once again the pair of you where oblivious to.

Part 2?

[writeandsurvive]

The Outsider ~ Alden Parker

"Mom, I'm sure that doctor is a nice guy, but I'm not interested in meeting him."

"He's not just nice, he's perfect--"

"Then marry him!" At this point, you were getting really annoyed and almost angry. It wasn't the first time you were having this conversation - fight - with your mother. Ever since you were old enough to date seriously, she's been trying to fix you up with guys she judges to be suitable. Unfortunately - to her -, your taste in men doesn't match hers. You only introduced her to one of your boyfriends and she obviously disapproved of him. She did everything to make both of you break up, which happened eventually but for different reasons. And you knew she would never approve of your current boyfriend, an older, divorced federal agent.

She just gave you a death stare following your comment, before continuing her argument. "I showed him pictures of you, you're exactly his type of women, you can't--"

"Oh my god, do you realize how creepy this is? This is the 21st century, mom!"

"You will meet him and trust me, you'll fall--"

At this very moment, your front swung open as Alden let himself in. "Awesome, you didn't give me fake keys--" the word 'keys' got caught up in his throat as he noticed the woman standing in the middle of your living area. "Hi!" He said sheepishly, unsure of who the woman was - even though he had a pretty good idea.

"Who is that?" Your mother asked you.

There was no way you could lie about this, and you didn't really want to anyway. "Mom, this is Alden, my--boyfriend. Den, this is my mother, M/N."

Putting the keys down, he approached your mother with his hand extended. "Nice to meet you, ma'am." But she didn't shake his hand, just looked at you.

"This is a joke, right? Are you doing this to piss me off?" Alden retrieved, coming back by your side. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and leaned your head on his shoulder.

"No joke. He's my man, I love him and I'd appreciate it if you just respected that."

"How old is he?"

"Ma'am, I'm right here. You can talk to me." He spoke up. "Yes I am older than your daughter, and it can be disturbing for you, but I genuinely love her. All I want is her happiness, and I can assure you that--"

"Okay, this is sweet talk, but I don't really care. You cannot date a man who's obviously my age, and your dad's!"

"I can, and I am. And I'd like to enjoy the evening with him, so--"

"We will be talking about this with your father."

Once she was gone, you let yourself fall onto the couch with a sigh. "The next few weeks are going to be a nightmare."

"That bad?" Alden took off his jacket and turtleneck, leaving him in a white v-neck t-shirt. He sat down next to you, softly stroking your face and hair.

"The entire family will be aware of it and everyone of them will have something to say."

"I'm starting to understand why you don't talk much about your family." He softly kissed your temple, bringing you against his chest. "It may take time but maybe they--"

"Don't count on it." You lifted up your head to look at him in the eyes. "Do you think you can face the backlash?"

"I always face the consequences of my actions." He smirked and kissed you.

It started the next day. Your grandparents trying to call you multiple times, your father asking you to come over in the evening through text, your brother joking about the drama you created 'again'. Seemed like the extended family didn't know just yet, which relieved you a little.

You sent the screenshot of your father's text to Alden, asking him his opinion on whether you should go or not, and to your surprise, he said he'd go with you if you wanted. On some levels, you wanted him there, and you appreciated his support very much, but at the same time, you didn't want to witness it. You didn't want him to see that side of your family and most importantly, the side of you they bring out.

But as the day went by, you felt so anxious about meeting your parents that you accepted your boyfriend's offer.

As he was driving the both of you to their place, you tried to warn him as much as possible. The things they'd probably say, the threats, the mean stuff, your past. You also told him that you could be mean too, if they get you frustrated and angry. "Being your parents doesn't give them every right. You're allowed to fight back." He assured you, kissing your hand softly.

"Please, Alden, just don't let them get into your head. Okay?" He could see in your eyes that this was your biggest fear.

"The only person who should have a problem with my age is you and luckily, you don't. So, I don't really care about the others, even your parents."

"I love you so much."

"Love you more."

Inside the house, your parents were patiently waiting at the dining table. They refused any form of greetings, from you and Alden. You didn't bother to sit down, just stood at the end of the table with your man by your side. "He was not invited." Your father said.

"But he's concerned, isn't he?"

"More like, he's the problem." Your mother retorted.

You heard Alden whispered "wow" under his breath.

"No darling," your father told your mother. "Your daughter is the problem, she's always been. This is just her ultimate provocation, isn't it?" He rhetorically asked you.

"So, me falling in love with someone is a provocation?"

"You cannot fall in love with someone old enough to be your parent."

"Look sir--" Alden tried, but your father immediately raised his hand as a way to dismiss him.

"I'm not talking to you, don't talk to me."

This was what sent you off. "I don't know why I bothered. Let's go, babe."

"If you leave this house with this man, don't ever come back. And I'm taking you off my will, or so will your grandparents."

"I think I was 15, the first time I told all of you that I didn't give a shit about your money! Am I still on it so you can threaten me with it? Cause it never worked and it never will. I'm not mom, dad." From the corner of your eyes, you saw your mother fuming. It infuriated her every time you subtly brought out that she agreed to marry your father so she'd keep her money.

"I told you that if you made a comment like that again, you'd be out of this family for good."

Without saying another word, you grabbed Alden's hand and walked out.

~

Alden brought you a warm cup of tea, and settled under the blanket with you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"This was meant to happen someday. I've always been the outsider of this family."

"Maybe, but I feel bad I'm the reason--"

You put a finger on his lips to make him stop talking. "You're the reason for my happiness, Alden. You're the reason I smile every day. You're the reason that for the first time in my life, I'm not afraid of the future. Screw them. I just need you and your love."

He pressed his forehead against yours. "You've got all of me. I give you all."

[justanoasisimagines]

Under the Mistletoe with Alden

Hey lovelies, back with another headcanon. Let me know if there any characters you want me to write for! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

⭐Alden doesn't quite understand how he gets under the mistletoe with you. One minute, he's conversing with his friends, admiring how beautiful everything is. Humming along to the Christmas music in the background when Luke tells him to look up.

⭐Alden likes to believe he's a confident guy, but he's been crushing on you for months. Everyone around knows it. Anytime he converses with someone they mention how obvious it is. Everyone except you that is.

⭐Alden scratches the back of his neck. He's nervous. He wants to kiss you, he's been dreaming of it for months, but do you want to kiss him? Alden doesn't know. He stares up at the mistletoe unsure of what to think. This could be the push he so desperately needs, but what if you knock him back?

⭐Mere seconds in Alden's head feel like long minutes as Alden contemplates what to do next. He's unsure, he's anxious, he doesn't know what's the best course of action. Never has he been unsure of anything in his life.

⭐But you look so beautiful, you are everything he's been looking for in a partner. He wants to write songs about you, not that he hasn't already. This is the opportunity he's been waiting for and he needs to take it. So he does.

⭐Alden leans forward slowly, allowing you to back away. His heart races when he realizes you're not, in fact moving forward. Alden's mind is racing as he presses a soft and delicate kiss onto your lips. He doesn't want to push things by coming on too strong.

⭐When he pulls away you're both smiling like fools. Both of you are reeling about your first kiss. Alden knows this is the moment and quickly asks you if you would like to dance. When you agree he couldn't be happier as he pulls you into a gentle sway right there under the mistletoe.

[lotusishere]

Hear me out! The Vackers (Alden, Della, Biana and Fitz) but as the song Requiem from Dear Evan Hansen. 🫡

[elvisbooty76]

[drpicklesart]

I was just trying to figure out how I want to draw everybody but I had L04 on and it turned into the bit at the end

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Masterlist!

NCIS

Alden Parker x Jessica Knight

The Secret [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

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F1 drivers

Carlos Sainz:

Italian Girl [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Fernando Alonso:

Family [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

Lewis Hamilton:

Pov: You're dating Lewis Hamilton

Christmas Special🎄🎅

Christmas will really be Christmas [Charles Leclerc x you]

Mistletoe [Keving Magnussen x you]

Christmas vacation! [Pierre Gasly x you]

First love... and the only [Lewis Hamilton x you]