#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.

[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine: Casual

You have a crush on Eddie but you don't think he likes you

You knew how your sister felt towards her old roommate, the two having a short fling because Eddie was a man whore, and she was trying to get over her ex-Ray. Jane would always speak about him so cautiously until they became best friends. Eventually, her opinion had changed of him, she explained to you that he wasn't a player;that he was just waiting for the right person and using women to get over the heartbreak he felt for his ex. That immediately made you feel better about him, but then you met him.

Eddie was tall, he had pretty eyes and good hair. You don't know how he went from this annoying asshole that Jane could barely stand to someone she confines in and then tries set you up with him. Because the moment you saw him Jane knew you were attracted to him, you struggle to look over at Eddie and you let out an awkward laugh when whatever he said wasn't actually funny. He'd give you an amused smile, his eyebrow shooting up as he leant against the doorframe, you'd feel a little blush bloom on your cheeks.

"Well, Y/n if you keep blushing around me I'm gonna think you have a crush on me or somethin." He commented, which made you let out a squeak as your body completely flushed with embarrassment.

"I-um I think I hear my phone ringing-?" You questioned, to yourself unable to remove your eyes from Eddie's. His green eyes stared right back at you, before your eyes go to the smirk on his face.

"I don't hear-." Jane started, her fist in front of her mouth as she tried not to laugh at your obvious crush. You turned around before scurrying away, shame weighing heavily on your chest.

You were nothing like Jane, but Jane was like the women Eddie would sleep with, thin, beautiful, just the right amount of weird to be charming and enough normal to be accepted. But you pushed the limits, made people look at you like you were some kinds of animal in a zoo. That's what if felt like with Eddie, he was smiling because he found you endearing, you were like a clumsy panda, unable to keep your balance but endearing because you looked stupid.

Now you sat with Jane and Jane's best friend, Liz, talking over a cup of coffee, talking about their love lives. It always seemed we couldn't be on the same page, if Jane's love life was going seemingly well Liz wasn't and vice versa. Meanwhile, you didn't even have a love life, nose deep into romance novels and fantasizing about fictional men, or after you met Eddie, your dream man usually consisted of him.

But you truly didn't think anything of it, your crush just was what it was. You didn't think that Eddie cared and then you came over to look at Jane's room. She was going to move out and Eddie needed a new roommate. You were sad that your sister was moving to Philadelphia, but Jane teased you about the underlying excitement you withheld from everyone but her, Liz and Alice, your sister.

You thought that it was going to Jane, who was going to show you around, but it wound up being Eddie. When you knocked, he opened the door, grinning over at you, "Hey, Mouse." He grinned, teasing you and you gritted your teeth as you felt a heat on your cheeks.

"Um, where's Jane?" You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat, you wished you didn't get so nervous, but your heart beat rushing in your ears.

"She got held up at work, saying goodbye to everyone."

"Oh." You nodded, as he moved back his arm going out for you to come in. You gave him a wobbly smile as you walked in, before sliding off your shoes.

"You want a beer?"

"Uh, no actually I have edibles." You announced, pulling out the ziplock out of your bag. "Made em' last night."

"Didn't know you were a stoner." Eddie commented as you rolled your eyes.

"So you don't want any?" You asked, pulling it out of the baggy and bringing it up to your mouth and taking a bite, you giggled when you thought about the story Jane told you about him getting turned off by a girl eating ice cream. "Is this unattractive?" You questioned, a seriousness coming over your face, Eddie leant against the counter, tugging the bag over to him and taking one out.

"I mean, I don't find it thrilling if that's what your asking." Eddie replied, lightly glaring over at you as he took a bite. "Why do you care?"

"I-I don't. I just-I was trying to make a joke, Jane told me about that girl and the ice cream." You said, your hand moving in the air for emphasis as his head tipped back and he groaned.

"God it wasn't about the ice cream. She was just messy and unsanitary."

"Didn't know you were a clean freak." You blurted, starting to feel comfortable your guard started to lower and sometimes your nervousness made your filter non-existent.

"It's also about the fact that she didn't offer me any."

"Oh okay, so if I didn't give you any I'd be a selfish pig?" You deadpanned, and his mouth dropped open as you started laughing.

"I don't think of you like that." Eddie clarified, but his words just made you confused.

"Well I don't think about you either." You retorted.

Eddie snorted as he chewed some of the brownie in his mouth, talking with a mouthful, you cringed, "Well, I do."

"I was um joking I mean I know you so obviously you would cross my mind from time to time." You assured. "And please wait to talk until you chew your food, it's gross."

"Oh now do you think I'm unattractive."

"No." You squeaked, your eyes shutting as you winced, while Eddie just chuckled. "Why um don't we go on the tour?"

"Oh yeah sure." Eddie nodded, as you both finished the brownies before he led you to Jane's bedroom, you paused at the hole in the wall.

"Wh-?"

"When my uh, my ex moved out I put an axe to the wall." Eddie said, his hand coming up to the back of his head.

"Damn." You mumbled, glancing over at his arms for a second before looking back at him, he had that shit-eating grin on his face. He showed you around your sister's, soon to be your room.

"You know your beautiful."

"W-what are you-?" You stuttered, your eyes darting away from his. Eddie moves in closer, his hand reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear, his green eyes flickering back forth from each of your eyes. "I can't." You shake your head, moving back and darting your eyes away.

"Why not?"

"I can't do casual." You replied, you glance back over him to see confusion written over his face, his eyebrows pinched together and the sides of his eyes crinkling in anger.

"Who said I wanted casual?" You laughed at his reply, shaking your head as you went to move further away. But his reached out for yoru wrist and lightly tugged you back to him. "I like you and you like me, let's give this a shot, what do we gotta lose?"

"Everything." You murmured, glancing up at him

note: yall idk why i like hugh jackman characters calling me mouse but i love it. first time writing for eddie might not be great. lmk if anyone else wants to be specifically on eddie's posts too!

tags:@onlybunss @00honey @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

[lustnhim]

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

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[novamariestark]

Like A Virgin

Summary: Your most embarrassing secret comes out and somehow it ends differently than you thought it would.

Warnings: age gap, smut, pretty much 90% smut, oral (m+f receiving), piv, unprotected sex (wrap b4 you tap), virgin reader, first time,

Word count: 4069 (I swear that number is unintentional)

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x virgin!reader

[A/N] Guess who's back bitches!!! 🤭🤭

Was I dreaming? Or is this actually happening? Was the sexiest man I’d ever laid my eyes upon really buried between my legs?

His tongue darting between the wet lips, trying for find the sensitive bud. The simplest touch of the tip of his tongue, sent shivers through your body. You’d read about this, you heard your friends tell you about it but you never believed it felt this good.

And to think, you owe it all to that big mouthed best friend of yours, Nick.

What turned out to be a simple conversation, turned into the most embarrassing yet best conversations ever. Why? Because your silver fox, sexy ass boss, is between your legs, his face buried in your folds as he licks, sucks and nibbles at the soft flesh.

You hadn’t told anyone, no one at all, because you were ashamed. Why? Who knows. But you definitely did not want your co-workers to know, especially not… him. After a particularly long, hard case, Nick decided… forced, you all to engage in a team bonding exercise “Never Have I Ever”

What did that have to do with team bonding? That’s exactly what you asked Nick. He has been trying to get something out of you about relationships, sex and everything that goes with it. Sure you had boyfriends in the past, you weren’t that sad. But you didn’t just want to give it up to just anyone. You wanted the one. And the moment you laid eyes on him. You knew. But you also knew it was never going to happen. So you guessed you’d die a virgin or you just go to a bar and give it up to the first sleazy guy that was interested.

The game started off relatively PG, until it came to be Nick’s turn.

“Never have I ever had sex in public,”

“Really?” you asked, “Are you 12?”

“Size 14 actually” he said as he took a sip of coffee because we obviously don’t have alcohol stashed in your desk drawers. At least you didn’t. You rolled your eyes at the comment, and everyone took note that you were the only one who didn’t take a sip

“What?” you asked as you noticed all their eyes on you and the drink in your hand.

“You’ve never been adventurous outside of the bedroom?” Nick asked, a smirk finding it’s way onto his face, he had you now. “What have you done, little miss innocent?”

“You only get to ask one question, Nicky,” you said, trying to get as far away from the topic of sex as you could, especially considering your boss, and the owner of your heart and every other part of your body, if he wanted, was sat across from you. So you ask a somewhat, safe question, “Never Have I ever shoplifted,” you asked and you took a sip of your drink.

Obviously, it was like a million lifetimes ago and it was really ridiculous now that you think about it. All you took was a simple pink hairband, but nonetheless, you took it without paying.

“Oh my God, we’ve been working with a maniac,” Nick gasped over dramatically, “But seriously... that's your question? Come on, ask a juicier one,"

"No!"

He looked at you as if he were trying to read your mind, "Wait a minute... have you never?"

You felt the room spinning around you as everyone looked your way, your heart racing and your cheeks burning up like the sun.

You blurt out, "Fine okay! I haven't!" Your voice quivered as you spoke, and you could feel the tears stinging at the back of your eyes. The room fell silent, and for a moment, it felt like the air had been sucked out of it. You looked around, expecting judgement, pity, or laughter, but instead, you saw a a few surprised faces but Alden's face gave nothing away. No one said a word, and you felt like you could hear the thunderous sound of your own heartbeat in the quiet.

Swiftly, you stand up, knocking over your chair in the process. You didn’t care. You had to get out of there. You grab your bag and rush towards the restroom, trying to keep your composure as you go. Your cheeks were on fire, and you could feel the eyes of your colleagues burning into your back. The cool metal door hits you with a bit more force than you meant it to, and you stumble into the restroom, locking it behind you.

Once inside, you lean against the door, taking deep breaths and trying to keep it together. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoes through the small space, offering a momentary sense of security. Your hand shakes as you lift it to your face, wiping away the rogue tear that had escaped. You look at yourself in the mirror; your makeup is a mess from the hasty retreat. You hastily fix your mascara, which had started to run, and smooth out your hair. You take a deep breath, telling yourself that you can get through this.

When you finally feel presentable, you turn the handle and push the door open, only to find Alden leaning on the wall across from the restroom, his arms folded over his chest and his gaze fixed on the floor. He looks up as the door swings outward, and his eyes meet yours. For a second, you consider retreating back into the safety of the bathroom, but the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. "What are you doing here?" you ask, your voice still shaky.

He straightens up, looking at you with a mix of concern and something you can't quite read, "I wanted to make sure you were okay." His voice is low and calming, but it does nothing to ease the storm of emotions raging inside you. You're acutely aware of the fact that he now knows your secret, and you're not sure how to handle it.

"I'm fine," you lie, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. "I just needed a moment." you look at the floor, the wall behind him, anywhere. Anywhere but him, "I suppose everyone will think I'm some kind of sad loser now," you let out a breathy laugh even though all you want to do is cry.

Alden takes a step towards you, "They don't and they would never," he says firmly, his eyes searching yours for some sign that you believe him. "If anything, they're surprised, I know I am,"

"Surprised,”

"Yes," he says, taking another step closer, "I mean, you're smart, funny, beautiful..." His voice trails off, and he looks at you with a softness that you've never seen before in his eyes. It's a look that makes your stomach flip but it also has an effect somewhere else, somewhere a little more south. Your eyes avert from him, not wanting him to see exactly what you were thinking. Thinking about him. How he just made you feel with one sentence. You can't help but imagine what else that tongue could do.

He must have read your face because his expression shifts, his eyes darkening slightly. "I could help you with that," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat, "What?" you blinked a couple of times. Did you hear him right? Or is this your imagination? Again.

"I said," he takes another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, "I could help you with that."

You swallow hard, your mouth feeling like it's filled with sand. You've thought about it so many times, even at work, when you've stared at his beautiful hands as they glide over documents and computer keyboards, wondering what they'd feel like on your bare skin. But you've never, ever imagined him saying it out loud, especially not here, in the stark fluorescent light of the office hallway.

"You don't mean..." you start to protest, but your voice trails off. What could he possibly mean? Did he just offer to...?

Alden nods, a knowing smile playing on his lips, "I do. I could be your first," he says, his voice low and enticing. You can't believe what you're hearing. Your boss, the man you've had a crush on since the moment you and McGee interrogated him, is offering to take your virginity. It's like a dream come true, but in the most unexpected way possible.

You feel your cheeks flush even more, and you stumble over your words, "I-I don't know what to say."

Alden steps closer, his voice gentle, "You don't have to say anything. The offer is there if you want it, no pressure," he says, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but lean into it slightly. He seems to notice and smiles, "You need a ride home?"

You nod, unable to form coherent words. You follow him towards the elevator. The ride down seemed to take forever. Too much close proximity and you were about to get into his car. Alone. You felt like a teenager again, the butterflies in your stomach had returned. You're nervous, excited, and a little bit terrified. You've seen movies, read books, but this was your first time feeling like this about someone.

The elevator doors open with a soft ding, and you both step out into the dimly lit parking garage. His car is parked right outside. He opens the door for you, and you slip inside, the leather seats cool against the thin fabric of your pants. The scent of his cologne fills the car, and you can't help but take a deep breath. He gets in and starts the engine, the low purr echoing through the space.

As he drives, the silence between you is thick and palpable. You can't stop thinking about his offer. You want to ask a hundred questions, but you're afraid of what the answers might be. You look over at him, his profile lit by the passing streetlights, his jaw clenched as he focuses on the road. You wonder if he's regretting his words or if he's just as lost in thought as you are.

Your eyes wonder back to his hands, gripped tightly on the steering wheel. You bite your lip, as the things he could do to you with those very hands played through your mind like a dirty movie. One you really wanted to star in. You absentmindedly squeeze your thighs together. Never had a man made you feel this way.

Should I do it? Should I lose my virginity?

But what about waiting for the right guy? If he isn't the right guy, I don't want anyone else.

The back and forth in your mind takes over, and you don't even realise it's been so long when Alden taps your shoulder.

"This is you," he said softly gesturing to your house. You looked over your shoulder and you felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Now you won't see him until tomorrow.

Unless...

"You want to come in?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. You didn't know why you were asking, but something inside you just didn't want him to leave just yet. Alden looked at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours before he nodded slowly.

He followed you in, the door clicking shut behind you. The house was quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. You led him into the living room, flipping on a lamp to cast a warm glow across the room, "I'm not sure what to do, I mean I've watched stuff and read.."

He stopped you, "I told you we don't have to, [Y/N], no pressure,"

You nodded, "I know, I just..." You didn't know what to say. "I want you, I-I feel it," you stutter not sure if you made sense.

He stepped towards you slowly, giving you time to retreat should you want to. His raised his hand to gently move your face to look at him, "Where do you feel it?" he asked, his hand releases your chin and starts moving down, his hand ghosting over you, not making full contact in case you didn't want it, "Here?" he asked, his hand over your stomach, you shook your head 'no' and he continued further down, until he reached your clothed pussy, "Here?"

You nodded shamefully and looked away and his hand found your chin again, "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, a small cocky smirk made it's way onto his lips, "More than okay," you rolled your eyes but you couldn't help but smile. "Has anyone else made you feel something there?"

You shook your head 'no' again and his smile grew wider, "Just you,"

"I can still leave," he said, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through your entire body.

"I don't want to disappoint you," you murmur, the words barely leaving your lips. The tension in the room is thick, charged with the electricity of possibility. You want him so badly it hurts, you need him. Now.

"You could never disappoint me," Alden whispers, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip. Your heart skips a beat, and you can feel the heat building between your legs. He steps closer, and you can't resist leaning into his touch. He takes this as an invitation, his other hand sliding around your waist, pulling you against him. You can feel his erection pressing against your waist, and you gasp.

He kisses you then, a soft, gentle kiss that sends shockwaves through your body. It's the first time you've ever been kissed with such tenderness, as if you were made of the most delicate material and he didn't want to break you. You melt into it, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. His hand moves up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he deepens the kiss. Your heart is racing so fast you think it might just burst out of your chest.

You can taste the mint on his breath, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You've never felt so alive, so wanted, so... desired. His other hand travels down to cup your ass, squeezing gently, and you can't help but moan into his mouth. The sound seems to ignite something in him, because he suddenly picks you up, his hands under your thighs, and carries you over to the couch. He lays you down gently, his body hovering over yours.

"You want to stop?" he asked you, breathing heavily as he regains his breath. you shook your head 'no' once more, "I need words, baby. Once we start, I don't think I'll be able to stop,"

"Yes, please fuck me," you begged moving to kiss him again but he pulls away, just out of reach of your lips, you frown, "I thought..."

"I do, trust me, but I'm not going to fuck you. It's your first time, baby, I'm gonna make it special," he says, his voice gruff with desire. He leans down and kisses you again, slower this time, letting you feel the passion in his lips, the promise in his touch. His hand slides up your thigh, to your covered pussy, "Can I?"

You nod eagerly and he smiles against your lips before he starts to unbutton your trousers. He kisses along your jaw to your neck, his breath hot and ragged. The fabric of your trousers sliding down your legs, exposing your simple black lace underwear. His eyes darken as he looks at them, "These are beautiful," he says, his thumb tracing the lace band. He leans down and kisses your neck, sucking gently, leaving a mark that you know will be there tomorrow.

You reach down to palm him through his pants but just as your fingertips touched the fabric, he pulled your hand away, "No, It's all about you right now, baby,"

Alden's eyes are burning into yours as he runs his thumb over your underwear. You can feel the wetness that's already seeped through the material. He leans down and kisses you again, his hand sliding your underwear to the side. You gasp into his mouth as his thumb brushes over your clit. It's like a bolt of lightning shooting through you, making your body arch off the couch. His other hand is under your shirt now, his rough thumbs teasing your nipples. You can feel them harden under his touch, and you whimper.

He breaks the kiss, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes, "You're so beautiful, so responsive," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. He kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He kisses down your chest, pausing to pay special attention to your breasts. His tongue flicks over one nipple, then the other, making you moan. He pulls your shirt off completely, leaving you in just your bra. He takes his time unclipping it, the anticipation killing you. When it finally falls away, he groans, "Fuck," before taking your breast into his mouth, his hand still working your clit.

You've never felt anything like this before. The pleasure is intense, almost too much, and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You start to move your hips in sync with his thumb, your breaths coming in pants. He kisses down your stomach, his tongue tracing the waistband of your panties

And now that’s how you got here. Your first time, Is with Alden Fucking Parker.

***

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against your skin, his voice sending delicious vibrations through your core.

It’s like he had a PhD in the art of pleasuring a woman. His tongue, the perfect weapon, caressing your clit in just the right way. It was like he had a manual and studied it every night.

Everything about him was intoxicating—his scent, the way he groaned as he tasted you, the way his beard scraped your thighs as he worked.

He was the kind of man who could charm the panties off any woman and make her feel like the only one in the room. And here he was, doing just that to you.

But it was the way he looked at you that had me questioning everything. His eyes, a piercing blue, they were filled with a hunger that you’d never seen before. It was like he was starving for you, and you were his last meal.

But it wasn’t just the physical. It was his confidence, his command, his authority that had you wetter than the ocean. He knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to take it. It was a turn on like no other.

As his tongue continued to dance against your clit, your body began to tighten. The pressure building, your moans grew louder, your hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly.

“Oh God, I’m going to come,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smirked against your skin, not missing a beat, his mouth working harder. And just like that, you shattered.

But what happens now? Would we pretend this never happened? was this the start of something? Or was it just a one-time thing?

Parker reaches to unbuckle his belt and looks down at your face, your thoughts must have been written boldly across it because he paused, "We can stop if it's too much," he whispered, reaching down and stroking my cheek gently. A gesture you had never experienced from a boyfriend before. His thumb wiped away a tear that had escaped your eye.

You nodded, giving him the go ahead.

He stood, the sound of his zipper echoing in the quiet room, and stepped out of his pants. He was already hard, and the sight of him took your breath away. He was everything you had ever imagined and more. You watched as he kicked his pants to the side and took his shirt off, revealing a chest that was peppered with the cutest hairs ever. He was perfection, and you were about to get to touch him.

He moved closer to you, and you could see the veins in his arms as he reached for you. His cock was thick and long, standing tall and proud against his stomach. The tip was already glistening with precum, and you felt your mouth water at the thought of taking him in. You bit your lip, your eyes never leaving his huge member.

He sat back down on the bed, his cock jutting out in front of him. "Do you want to?" he asked tentatively although his voice gruff and full of lust.

You nodded, eager to taste him. You leaned forward, your hand reaching out to wrap around his length. He was hot and hard in your hand, and you couldn't help but moan as you took him into your mouth. He tasted salty and musky, and it was everything you had ever dreamed of.

He groaned above you, his hand reaching down to stroke your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. His cock filled your mouth, and you could feel his pulse against your tongue. You sucked harder, feeling him swell even more.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he breathed out, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're a natural."

You blushed at the praise, but didn't stop. You liked the feeling of his cock in your mouth, liked the way he reacted to you. You liked the power you had over him.

You reached up and cupped his balls, gently squeezing as you took him deeper. He bucked his hips, and you knew he was close. You could feel his orgasm building, and you wanted to be the one to make him come.

You sucked harder and he tensed. "I'm going to cum," he warned, and you nodded. Then, without warning, he pulled out of your mouth and stood up. "I want to be inside you when I come," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Do you want that?"

You nodded again, not trusting your voice. You had never wanted anything more in your life. He climbed onto the bed, his body covering yours. He kissed you hard, his tongue delving you’re your mouth, tasting himself on you. It was erotic and raw, and you were completely lost in the moment.

He positioned himself at your entrance, and you felt the tip of his cock pushing against you. He was so big, and you were so tight. You were a little scared, but mostly excited. This was it. You are going to lose your virginity to the most amazing man you had ever met.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, and he pushed in. It hurt at first, but then it felt... right. Like he was made to be inside you. You moaned into his mouth as he filled you completely, his cock stretching you open.

He began to move, his hips thrusting in and out gently. It felt so good, so much better than you could have ever imagined. And as he fucked you, you felt something building inside of you again. An orgasm, this time deeper and more intense than the one before.

You dug your nails into his back, your hips moving with his. He groaned, his movements growing faster and more erratic. "You're so tight," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So fucking tight."

You could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing inside of you. And then, with one final thrust, he came, his warmth filling me up. You followed right after, your body convulsing around him.

You lay there, panting and sweaty, for what felt like hours. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

You nodded, your cheek pressed against his chest. "More than okay," you murmured. "That was amazing."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "It was," he agreed. "But we're not done yet."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

He smirked, "I mean, we're just getting started, baby."

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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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I'm sorry for this, it's not good. But somehow, I managed to get something done, so I gotta share. Kinda inspired by NCIS S21E08 'Heartless'.

Warnings: age gap, married couple, established relationship, talks of miscarriage, giving birth, jealousy, womanizer!Alden, daddy!Alden, very slight smut

Mine ~ Alden Parker

When you started to date Alden Parker, as he was still an FBI agent, you never considered becoming friends with his coworkers. Especially, after meeting a few of them he would consider his friends and they turned out to be judgmental towards the age gap in your relationship. Not that you wanted to befriend his coworkers anyways, you just agreed to meet them cause he asked. 

However, it changed when Alden joined NCIS. He immediately started to tell you about his new team, and you could he was fond of them all, including his boss - which was extremely surprising since he never got along with his FBI boss, Sweeney. You quickly knew it would be different this time. It did take him a while before introducing you to them, but once it happened, you all hit it off. The guys were quite impressed with Alden wedlocking a woman fairly younger than him, while the girls, even though they wouldn't go for someone older, they agreed that Alden Parker had a little something. "It's the freaking hair!" Jess joked. 

Before you knew it, this new team felt like family. You'd all hang out together - dinners, games night - and sometimes you'd have girls night with Jess and Kasie. You even babysit McGee's twins and/or Victoria a few times. Which, as much as you loved it, did hurt a little since it would remind you of the struggles you and Alden had been having to have a baby. Between not getting pregnant for months and the miscarriages, you had started to think that it wouldn't happen the natural way for you. Also, Alden really felt like he was getting too old to have a kid, no matter how badly he wanted one with you. 

When you reached your third trimester, Alden felt pretty confident that this time everything was going to be alright while you couldn't shut that little voice in your head saying that something bad would happen like the other times. But finally, the nurse put your crying new born in your arms, and everything felt right. "You did so good, my love." Alden cried, kissing your forehead and looking down at his son. "Our miracle baby. He's perfect." 

You didn't want the nurse to take him away from you but you knew they needed to check him up and clean him. "Do you guys have a name for this little guy?" Another nurse asked. You and Alden looked at each other for a second. "Axel Roman Parker." He said, proudly. 

Obviously, the team was in the waiting room. Alden had been at work when you called him to tell him that your water broke. Nick had been the one driving to the hospital, "Torres, I'd like to meet my son before I die, thank you very much!" Alden shouted, holding onto the handle above the window. 

"Don't worry, dad." Nick grinned. 

Your husband went to see them to let them know that mom and baby boy were alright. "Is it okay if you guys only meet him in a few days?" 

"Of course, no rush!"

"Send us pictures though! Please?" 

Alden didn't want to go back to work after his paternity leave. He didn't want to leave his little family. The night before his first day back, he actually felt depressed. "He's changing so much so fast, I'm gonna miss so much." He sadly said, stroking his son's back, who was peaceful sleeping on daddy's chest. 

"I'll take as many pics and videos I can." You kissed your husband's cheek. "And Vance said you don't have to put many hours like you usually do." 

"I know, but still." 

You noticed the tears forming in his eyes and it broke your heart a little. You didn't want him to go back to work either. You wish he could push his leave a little more, but he had pushed it as much as possible already - director Vance had been amazing and made it easy. You wrapped your arm around Alden's neck, carefully so you wouldn't wake up Axel. He nuzzled your neck as you gently stroked his hair. "He loves you and perfectly knows who daddy is. It won't change in a few hours, I promise." 

"I honestly thought it would never happen for me, you know? Before you and then the issues we had, I thought-- I just wasn't meant to be a dad. But now he's here, and I just don't want to be away from him."

"Aw, baby." You cried with him. "I wish there was a way for you to stay." 

The next day, Alden arrived late at work as he struggled to let go of Axel. Jimmy and Tim, who knew how it felt, were very helpful throughout the following week. 

It took you months to separate from Axel, just for a few hours. And even more time to go out for a girls night while Alden had a boys night with his little man. 

"I almost forgot how champagne tasted." You smiled, having your first drink in over a year. 

"Good thing we took a whole bottle then!" 

The conversation between you, Jess, Kasie and Delilah went on as it usually does when you four get together. Jess talked about her relationship with Jimmy, and her dad. Kasie confessed about her new crush - you and the girls immediately hyped her. Delilah talked about her job, and the twins newest obsessions. And you obviously talked about Axel and your husband. 

"By the way, how's Alden's neck?" Jess asked. 

"Perfect! Did Nick really fix him with a bear hug?" 

"He did! It was pretty funny!" Jess laughed, remembering the scene from a couple of days ago. "Doctor Logan probably thought we were crazy." 

"I can't believe that my husband im-so-scared-of-needles-hold-me-hand worked on a heart surgery." You laughed, trying to imagine the scene. 

"Mr I fainted when my wife got her epidural." Kasie teased. 

"In his defense, it's a pretty big needle for this." Delilah said. "Thank god he didn't faint during the surgery though." She joked. 

"Well, if he did, I'm sure Doctor Logan would've enjoyed giving him mouth to mouth." 

You, Kasie and Delilah turned like one person to look at Jessica. "What?" She asked, confused. Then she looked at you. "He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" 

"Um..."

"Jessica Knight."

"The doc clearly developed a crush on him. She practically flirted with him in front of me." 

You let out a deep breath. "Did he flirt back?"

"Not really, he was genuinely confused."

"Did he not learn his lesson with the senator?" Kasie chimed in. 

You finished your drink in one swallow, remembering when he gave you a piece of paper with a number on it. "Whose number is it?"

"A senator." He had said. 

"Alright and what am I supposed to do with it?" 

"You, nothing. But I guess she wanted me to call when she gave it to me." The jerk was smiling while you used to candle flame to burn the paper. 

"I don't care about the 'it's safer for you if people don't know I'm married' crap, I'm gonna glue the wedding band to his damn finger." 

The girls laughed, always enjoying how easily you get jealous when there's a woman around Alden. When you had learned that some women in the office kinda liked your man, you showed up at the NCIS headquarters for the first time and asked for a tour. When his ex wife got involved in a case, you were feeling anxious, even though she knew about you from the beginning, thanks to Alden's parents. The worst actually was when he saw his first love for the first time in over thirty years. He had admitted that it felt very strange, and maybe if he had been single, he'd have pursued something, but he was married to you, and deeply in love with you and he'd be crazy to let you go. It was one of those rare moments when you and Alden were struggling, and fought a little more often. But he never gave you a reason to be jealous or suspicious, it was just a part of your personality. And to be fair, he was such a womanizer, you couldn't help but to think that any other woman would be better than you. 

You got home slightly drunk, which Alden expected. He was happy that you finally let yourself have some fun away from him and Axel. Barely sleeping on the couch, he immediately got up when he heard you come in. "Hey! What are you doing up? Is Axel awake?" You asked, struggling to take your shoes off. Alden kneeled down to help you. 

"He did wake up an hour ago for his bottle but he's fast asleep now." 

"Good, good." You leaned a little and ran your hand through his hair. "I'm so so so so happy you're my baby daddy." 

Chuckling softly, he got back up and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Thank you for choosing me. You made all my dreams come true." You hugged there for a moment, just enjoying each other. "Let's go to bed, baby mama." He started to carry you, grabbing the baby monitor on the way. 

"No sleeping, gimme another baby." He laughed but quickly got cut off as you smashed your mouth on his. He managed to get to the bedroom while you practically assaulting him, holding his face firmly and french kissing him. Of course his body was responding positively. As he put you down on the bed, you dragged him along. He was on top of you and you started to make out. It was long until you felt his erected cock between your legs. You reached for it, forcing your hands under his shorts. "Fuck, baby." He moaned. 

"Yes, fuck me daddy." 

And he did just that. ~

After freshening up in the bathroom, Alden found you in the nursery, looking over Axel. He hugged you from behind. "Do you really want another?" He asked, cautiously. 

"Not necessarily," you admitted. "I mean, if it happens, I'll be very happy but I can't go through the struggles again."

"Okay. We've got him and he's absolutely perfect." You stroked your son's hair one more time before turning around to face your husband. 

"He really is." You grabbed his left hand and stared at it for a moment. "This wedding band stays on, Alden. 24/7." 

"But--" 

"No but. I'm done with women flirting with you cause they assume you're single. You're taken, you're fucking mine. You keep the damn ring on." 

Alden stayed silent for a moment. "Jess told you about Doctor Logan, didn't she?" You only looked at him, arms crossed. "Fine, I won't take off my ring ever again." He reached for your wrists and made you uncrossed your arms as he hated when you strike that pose on purpose. He brought you as close as possible to him. "Are you ever going to accept the fact that you're the love of my life? That I rather be single for the rest of my life than with someone else than you? That losing you and now Axel, would absolutely destroy me?" 

All you could do was kiss him, but he did saw the tears falling down your cheeks.

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

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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?

[silverstar70]

Fandom: NCIS Character: Alden Parker x fem!reader

Author’s note: English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

Warnings: 🔞‼️smut, vaginal sex, established relationship, oral sex, edging, fingering, roleplay doctor/patient, kitchen sex, praise kink, beard kink

Summary: Inspired by episode 21x8. Alden came back home still wearing the scrubs and Y/N is turned on.

Words: 4,604k

Dr. Parker

Y/N was making some dinner when she heard the front door opening. She knew it was Alden and immediately stopped what she was doing to welcome him. She was overjoyed that he was back home since they hadn’t been able to see each other for over a week due to both their jobs.

As she saw him, Y/N threw herself into his arms coughing him off guard. He embraced her straightway,

“Hi. I missed you so much.” She whispered in his ear, holding him tighter.

“I missed you too, baby.” He replied as they parted. At that moment she realized he had a stiff neck and suddenly feared that she might have hugged him too tight.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, I forgot about your neck. Did I hurt you?” she rambled worried but noticed no sign of discomfort on him.

His features softened at the way she was worrying. Alden wasn’t used to people looking after him or being worried about him. Yeah, the team got worried about him just a few hours prior, but that was different. So, whenever Y/N showed some interest in his work, asked him about his day, or showed worries, it always surprised him.

“Honey, I’m fine. Torres gave me a back-crack and it worked magic.”

“That’s great.” She gave him a peck on his lips “Take off your coat. I made dinner.”

Y/N walked back to the kitchen, leaving Alden behind as he did what she said. Entering the kitchen he saw her focused on cooking while a good smell filled the room.

“What are you making?” he asked curiously.

“Pasta with—” she began to reply but stopped mid-sentence when she saw that he wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. “Why are you wearing a scrub?”

Alden hesitated for a second before answering, not wanting to make her worry. “I went undercover and forgot to change.”

Y/N watched him from head to toe a few times. He saw the changes in her eyes as they seemed to turn into two black holes, he knew that look all too well. She unconsciously bit her lower lips, still focused on the way he looked while she felt the desire starting to fill her body.

“Don’t give me that look.” He warned.

“What look?”

“The ‘I wanna fuck you right here, right now’ look.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She replied innocently as she walked slowly towards him, pushed him closer to her and kissed him passionately. He wrapped her into his arms and leaned into the kiss, groaning.

It quickly became hot and desperate. Their wandering hands traveled along each other’s bodies, making clear what they wanted. He backed her off to the kitchen counter, kissing her more avidly and making her moan. Her fingers threaded through his hair, anchoring him to her as their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate.

“Someone is turned on,” Alden said smirking.

She nodded eagerly “You look so hot dress like this.”

He smirked at the effect he had on her. His lips began trailing down her neck nipping and kissing the sensitive skin. She gasped, her breath hitching as he found a particularly sensitive spot. He smiled against her skin, loving the way she responded to his touch.

"Alden," she moaned softly, her voice filled with need.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with hers, dark with desire. "I need you,” he said, his voice low and husky.

She nodded, her eyes mirroring his desire. "Then don't stop," she whispered.

Alden didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed her again, his hands exploring her body with a renewed intensity. He slid his hands down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. His fingers found the hem, slipping underneath to touch her bare skin. She shivered at his touch, her body arching into his.

His lips traveled back up to her jaw, then captured her mouth in a searing kiss. She tasted like home, familiar and intoxicating. He couldn't get enough. He needed more of her, needed to feel her against him without any barriers.

She seemed to sense his urgency. Her hands left his hair and moved to the hem of his shirt. He chuckled softly against her lips, helping her by pulling the shirt over his head in one swift motion. She ran her hands over his chest, her touch setting his skin on fire.

Alden's hands roamed lower, finding the waistband of her shorts and panties. He hooked his fingers into them and slowly, teasingly, pulled them down. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the desire in her gaze, mirrored in his own.

He lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer. The feel of his body pressed against hers was almost too much to bear. She could feel how much he wanted her and bit her lower lips at the thought. He kissed her again, hard and demanding, his hands gripping her hips.

Their kisses grew more frenzied, more desperate. Alden's hands slid under her shirt, pushing it up and over her head. She wore a simple bra, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight of her. She was beautiful, every inch of her. He kissed her collarbone, moving lower, trailing kisses down to the swell of her breasts.

She arched into him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, as the feeling of his beard was tickling against her skin. "Alden," she whispered, her voice a plea.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against her skin. Looking up at her and placing another kiss on her lips, Y/N wrapped her arm around his neck, deepening the kiss, and pulling his hair a little.

He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, drawing a moan from her lips. He took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak, while his hand teased the other. She writhed against him, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Alden kissed his way back up to her mouth, his hands never ceasing their exploration. She was soft and warm and perfect, and he couldn't get enough of her. He pressed closer, feeling the heat of her body against his.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips, her voice rough with emotion.

"I love you too," he replied, with a radiant smile.

In that moment, everything felt right. The days apart were a distant memory, overshadowed by the intensity of their reunion. They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the closeness and the love that bound them together.

Alden reached down, discarding his pants and boxers. He paused, looking into her eyes, seeking her permission. She nodded, her eyes dark with desire and love. He positioned himself at her entrance, taking a moment to savor the feeling of being so close to her. He pushed inside her slowly, both of them gasping at the sensation.

“Oh God,” she whispered gripping at his shoulder.

He held still for a moment, letting them both adjust to the feeling. She tightened her legs around him, urging him deeper. He began to move, slow and gentle at first, then faster, harder, as their need for each other grew.

Their movements became more frantic, their breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of skin against skin, the whispered words of love and longing. It wasn’t about quantity in that moment, they just wanted to feel the other closer.

His hand found its way between their bodies, reaching her clit. As his fingers began to draw small circles, she felt a pleasant feeling grew in her stomach. Her hips arched against his hands wanting to feel more. His beard brushing over her chest sent shivers through her spine, adding sensations.

His thrusts were more deliberate and precise, hitting her in the right spot he knew would send her over the edge. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she pulled him deeper as her arms were around his neck and her hands tangled in his hair. Alden felt himself closer to the edge, and he could tell she was close too.

“Don’t stop, honey.” She moaned.

His hands moved faster on her wet clit, his pounding was deeper and harder. The kitchen was filled by the sound of their low grows and moans. With a final, deep thrust, they both found their release, crying out each other’s names. Alden held her close, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their lovemaking.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He kissed her softly, tenderly, on her forehead, his heart swelling with love for her. “I missed you so much,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

“I missed you too,” she replied, her voice equally soft.

They stayed like that for a while, holding each other, savoring the feeling of being together. Her forehead rested against his, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that no matter how much time passed, they would always find their way back to each other. Eventually, Alden helped her down from the counter, both of them still breathless and flushed.

“I think you need a little more care,” Alden murmured against her ear, his voice playful yet thick with desire.

She looked up at him, her eyebrow arched in question. “Oh? What kind of care do you have in mind, Doctor Parker?”

He grinned, loving the playful spark in her eyes. “Well, it seems you might need a thorough examination. After all, I’ve been away for a few days. Can’t have you suffering from withdrawal, can we?”

Her smile widened as she caught onto his game. “Withdrawal, you say? And what would you prescribe for that, Doctor?”

“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom, and I’ll show you?” His voice was smooth, with a hint of mischief, making her heart race with excitement.

“Lead the way, Doctor.” She giggled, her fingers trailing down his chest as he took her hand and guided her out of the kitchen.

They moved through the dimly lit hallway, the anticipation between them building with each step. By the time they reached the bedroom, the air was thick with tension, the kind that made every touch electric. Alden pushed open the door and led her inside, the familiar surroundings instantly comforting.

Once inside, Alden turned to face her, his expression serious yet playful. “I think it’s time for your examination,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep, authoritative tone that sent a thrill through her.

She bit her lip, enjoying the way he took control. “Yes, Doctor,” she replied, her voice soft and obedient, playing along with the role he was setting.

“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. He gently pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands running up her arms in a soothing, almost clinical manner. “Let’s start with the basics.”

Once she was completely bare before him, Alden took a moment to admire her, his eyes roaming over her body with a look of appreciation and hunger. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity and adoration.

“Thank you, Doctor,” she whispered, feeling her heart swell at his words.

He stepped back slightly, adopting a more clinical demeanor as he continued the game. “Now that you're comfortable, I’ll need to assess your overall well-being,” Alden said, his tone a mix of playful seriousness and genuine desire. He knelt before her, his hands lightly resting on her knees as he gazed up at her. “Let’s begin with a basic check-up, shall we?”

She nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she anticipated his next move. The intensity of his gaze made her feel vulnerable, yet deeply desired, and she couldn’t help but tremble slightly under his touch.

Alden slowly ran his hands up her legs, his fingers brushing lightly over her skin, sending shivers through her body. He paused at her thighs, his hands resting there as he leaned in closer. “You seem tense,” he observed, his voice soft and soothing. “We can’t have that, now can we?”

“No, Doctor,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll need to check your pulse,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he brought his hand to the side of her neck, his fingers pressing gently against her pulse point. His touch was firm yet tender, his eyes never leaving hers as he counted the beats, feeling the rapid thrum beneath her skin.

“Your heart is racing,” he murmured, his voice low. "Have you been experiencing any... excitement lately?"

She bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure under his intense gaze. "Only since you arrived, Doctor,"

He smiled, proudly. "I see. Perhaps a more thorough examination is in order."

His hand trailed down from her neck to her collarbone, then lower, brushing lightly over her breasts. Her breath hitched again as his fingers traced the curve of her body, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through her.

“Lie back,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.

She did as he asked, lying back on the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Alden leaned over her, his hands roaming her body with a practiced ease that made her feel both cherished and thoroughly examined. He ran his hands over her arms, her sides, her stomach, pausing occasionally as if to make a mental note of her reactions.

“You’re responding well to the treatment,” he remarked, his voice filled with satisfaction. “But I think we need to be thorough. Can’t leave any stone unturned.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Alden moved lower, his hands sliding down to her hips, then to her thighs, spreading them gently apart. She gasped at the intimate contact, her body instinctively responding to his touch. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, yet maintaining the playful pretense of his role.

“Now, let’s check your reflexes,” he said, his voice husky. He ran his hands up and down her inner thighs, his fingers grazing her most sensitive areas but never quite touching where she needed him most. It was a deliberate tease, and she felt her body grow more desperate for him with each passing second.

She moaned softly, her hips involuntarily lifting toward him, seeking more of his touch. Alden smirked at her reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. “Sensitive, I see. That’s good. Very good.”

“Please, Doctor,” she whispered, her voice edged with desperation.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Please what, Miss? You’ll have to be more specific if you want me to administer the correct treatment.”

“Touch me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling with need. “I need you to touch me.”

Alden’s expression softened, the playful dominance giving way to something deeper. “As you wish,” he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness and desire.

He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he lowered his head. The anticipation built within her, her entire body trembled with expectation. He started by kissing the inside of her thigh, his lips soft and warm, but it was the feel of his beard that had her writhing beneath him. The rough texture against her sensitive skin sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her moan softly.

“You’re already so wet,” he observed, his voice thick with desire. “Do you need this that badly?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I need you, Alden.”

He paused for a moment, savoring the sound of her saying his name in such a vulnerable, needy tone. It made his heart swell with affection, and his own desire grew stronger. Without another word, he slipped a finger inside her, drawing a deep moan from her lips as her body arched off the bed.

“Is this what you needed?” he asked, his tone a mix of tenderness and authority as he began to move his finger inside her, slow and deliberate.

“Yes, Doctor,” she replied, her voice shaking with pleasure. “It feels so good…”

Alden smiled, adding a second finger, curling them inside her to find that perfect spot.

“God, Alden!” She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as he continued to work her with practiced precision. He watched her face, drinking in every expression, every gasp, every shudder of pleasure.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “I think we’re making great progress.”

She could only moan in response, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over her. “Please don’t stop.” she gasped, her body already teetering on the edge.

Alden increased the pace of his fingers, his thumb finding her clit and applying just the right amount of pressure. The combination was too much, and she felt closer to the edge when suddenly, he stopped moving and withdrew his fingers

“Fuck!” she moaned loudly in frustration.

He couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, “Patient, Miss. Let the doctor do his work,” he teased, his voice thick with amusement and desire.

Her annoyance quickly faded as he pressed his lips against her most sensitive spot. He kissed her there softly at first, his beard brushing against her with every movement, each sensation heightened by the roughness of his facial hair. It was an exquisite kind of torture, the combination of softness and roughness.

Alden seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, and he reveled in her reactions. His tongue flicked out, teasing her gently, while his beard provided an entirely different kind of stimulation. She moaned, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to control the overwhelming sensations building within her.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her, the praise sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. “You’re doing so well. But I’m not done with you yet.”

His tongue began to move with more purpose, lapping at her with a rhythm that was both relentless and gentle. The combination of his skilled mouth and the delicious friction of his beard was too much. She felt herself spiraling, the pleasure mounting with every passing second.

“Alden, please…” she gasped, her body trembling as she teetered on the brink.

“Not yet,” he said, pulling back slightly to look up at her, his eyes dark and intense. “I want to hear you beg for it.”

The command in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. She wanted to protest, to tell him she was already so close, but the way he was looking at her made her want to submit, to give him what he wanted.

“Please, Doctor,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “I need you… please…”

“Good girl,” he murmured, clearly satisfied with her submission. “Now, let’s finish this examination.”

He returned to his task with renewed intensity, his mouth and beard working in tandem to drive her over the edge. This time, he didn’t hold back, his tongue moving faster, his beard rubbing against her with every movement.

She felt the pleasure build and build until it became unbearable. “Fuck, Alden!”

Her body convulsed as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode out the intense pleasure. Alden didn’t stop, his mouth and beard continuing their assault until she was completely spent, her body limp and trembling.

Finally, he pulled back, a satisfied smile on his lips as he looked up at her. “I think that’s one successful treatment,” he said, his voice laced with satisfaction.

She could only nod, her breath still coming in short gasps as she tried to recover. He climbed up onto the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and holding her close as her breathing gradually returned to normal.

He kissed her forehead, his touch tender and loving as he whispered, “You did so well, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

She smiled, nuzzling against his chest, feeling a deep sense of contentment wash over her. “Thank you, Alden… I mean, Doctor,” she added with a playful grin.

Alden chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “You’re very welcome, Miss. I’m always here to take care of you.”

They lay there together for a while, the warmth of their connection lingering in the air. But Alden wasn’t done yet. He had more in mind, and he could tell by the way she was looking at him that she was ready for whatever came next.

“I think there’s still some follow-up treatment we need to take care of,” Alden murmured, his voice once again taking on that authoritative tone that sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh?” she replied, her eyes lighting up with anticipation. “And what kind of treatment might that be, Doctor?”

Alden smirked, moving so that he was hovering over her, his body pressing her gently into the mattress. “Something a little more intensive,” he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “Something to make sure you’re fully recovered.”

She moaned softly as his hands began to roam her body again, his touch confident and possessive. “I think I might need that, Doctor,” she whispered back, her voice filled with desire.

Alden kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her body as he prepared to give her exactly what she needed. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers as he positioned himself at her entrance.

“I want you to tell me how it feels,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “I want to hear every sound you make, every word that slips from your lips.”

She nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him begin to push inside her, filling her completely. She gasped at the sensation, her body stretching to accommodate him, the feeling of him inside her both intense and deeply satisfying.

“Oh, Alden,” she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. “It feels… it feels so good.”

“Good,” he replied, his voice rough with emotion as he began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust drawing soft cries of pleasure from her lips.

He watched her closely, every little reaction making his desire burn hotter. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body moved with his, the way she called out his name with such raw need.

“Does it feel good, darling?” he asked, his voice low and intimate.

“Yes, so good,” she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved within her, the pleasure building once again with each deep, deliberate thrust.

Alden increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate as he felt his own need rising. He wanted to lose himself in her, to feel every part of her, to give her everything he had.

“Come for me again,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel you come around me.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his words, her body already teetering on the edge of another orgasm. She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back as she let herself go, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came, hard and intense.

Alden groaned, the sensation of her tightening around him pushing him over the edge. He thrust deeply into her one final time, feeling her muscles clench around him as he reached his own climax. His release was powerful, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside her, a deep groan escaping his lips. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, the connection between them stronger than ever as they rode the waves of pleasure together.

Alden held her close, their bodies still entwined as they came down from the high of their lovemaking. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she tried to regain her composure. He pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, whispering words of love and affection as they lay there, basking in the afterglow.

She smiled up at him, her eyes filled with contentment and adoration. “That was… incredible,” she whispered, her voice soft and filled with awe.

“You’re incredible,” Alden replied, his voice tender and sincere. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin as he gazed down at her. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to cup his face in her hands, pulling him down for a slow, lingering kiss. “I’m the lucky one,” she murmured against his lips, her eyes shining with love.

They lay there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away as they savored the closeness of the moment. It was as if time had stopped, leaving them in their own little bubble of happiness and contentment.

After a while, Alden shifted slightly, rolling onto his side and pulling her with him so they were lying face to face. He ran his fingers lightly over her arm, his touch gentle and soothing. “How are you feeling, my love?” he asked, his voice soft and caring.

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her at the concern in his voice. “I feel wonderful,” she replied, her tone filled with contentment.

He grinned, his heart swelling with pride at her words. “I’m glad,” he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. "You know," he said, a playful tone creeping into his voice, "I think we might need to schedule regular follow-up appointments."

She giggled, her fingers dancing over his chest. "Oh? And how often would you recommend, Doctor?"

"Daily, at least," he replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Perhaps even more frequently, depending on how well you respond to treatment."

"Daily?" she teased, arching an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can handle that, Doctor? That’s quite a demanding schedule."

He grinned, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip. "For you? I’d happily clear my calendar."

She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, in that case, I think I’ll have to take full advantage of your services."

"Anytime, anywhere," he murmured, his voice dropping to a more serious tone as he gazed into her eyes.

Alden’s heart swelled with emotion, his love for her feeling almost too big to contain. He kissed her again, slow and sweet, pouring everything he felt into that one gesture. When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

"You should get some rest," he murmured, his voice filled with concern and affection.

She nodded sleepily, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been kept at bay by the intensity of their night together. "Hold me?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Always," he replied, his arms tightening around her as he settled them both under the covers.

With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips as she drifted off to sleep, safe and warm in his embrace. Alden watched her for a while, his heart swelling with love and gratitude for the woman in his arms.

Eventually, he allowed his own eyes to close, the rhythm of her breathing lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep. And as they slept, wrapped in the warmth of their love, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, together and complete.

[hvaneyflowers]

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]

[elvisbooty76]

[n-evermores]

This Love is Ours (2/2)

A/N: This was a request from an anon. I was so excited to get it. I never thought of writing a part two for my first Alden Parker request, and honestly, I didn't even name that story! So I decided to give it a name now that it has a part two. Thank you anon for the request! Hope you enjoy. (This can be read without reading part 1) I was a little inspired by the chorus of “Ours” by TS for this one.

Pairing: Alden Parker x fem!reader

Summary: You and Parker swear you're keeping your budding romance a secret, but it's starting to become a little obvious to those around you. Especially Parker's dad, Roman.

Genre/Warnings: Romance, fluff, May-December romance

Word Count: 1500+

Part One

With your budding romance growing ever so swiftly, it was hard holding back, but you couldn’t say you didn’t put any effort into keeping your hands off your boyfriend. When he was in touching distance it was all too tempting to hold his hand, twist your arms around his waist, or simply kiss his cheek in passing.

Alden must have felt the same way because your elbow or the small of your back was his go-to spot to touch you when in close vicinity. He tried to make it look inconspicuous, but people were starting to notice, and by people, you meant your team.

The first person to notice was Kasie. You were standing in her lab with Alden. You both were listening to her long-winded spill when you felt Alden’s hand touch the small of your back. It was a subtle gesture, and you half wondered if he even noticed he did it. His hand slid up and down your spine as he leaned closer to Kasie’s screen. That's when she saw. Her curious brown eyes flickered down to his hand. Her eyes met yours and you offered her an uneasy smile.

“What was that?” She asked as soon as your boyfriend left the lab.

You just shrugged it off, shaking your head, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” You said.

Kasie wasn't the only person you had to gaslight. Jess was the next person to see something between you and Alden. You were in the evidence garage gearing up. He was struggling with a particularly stubborn strap and you reached out to help him with his bulletproof vest. He watched you eagerly as you tugged it down, fitting it to his body. He smiled, his eyes lighting up as your hands grazed his waist. You smirked, knowing what was going through his head.

“Down boy, we have a case to solve.” You murmured. He thumbed your cheek quickly before moving aside to finish putting on his gear. You could feel the weight of someone’s gaze and turned to see Jess gaping at you.

“What?” You asked, feigning ignorance at her gawking stare.

“Did I just hear and see what I think I did?”

“Depends what do you think you heard and saw?”

“Were you two flirting?”

You gave her an incredulous look and scoffed, “What? No. Never.” You shook your head before walking past her, “that’s crazy.” You added before heading toward the elevator.

Tim and Nick noticed you two flirting one day while out on a crime scene. Alden playfully took a picture of you with his personal camera. He brought it for the birds, but you were his real muse. You placed your chin on his shoulder, watching him scroll through the pictures of you, telling you his favorites. You glanced up and immediately removed yourself from Alden. Tim and Nick were staring, and instead of saying anything to you, they just exchanged a knowing glance with one another.

You may have been careless with your team, but you both tried very hard to keep it from his dad. At least for now. Your romance was new, and you enjoyed keeping it to yourselves for the time being. But considering Roman was kicked out of his retirement home, he was staying with Alden which meant keeping your little love affair a secret was starting to become a lot more difficult.

You sat next to Alden on the green couch in his greenhouse, while Roman sat in the chair across from you. You were eating pastries from one of Alden’s favorite places. Roman didn’t outwardly question your presence there, but you knew he silently wondered why you were always with his son. Alden couldn’t always use the same excuse as before, but his dad treated you kindly regardless.

“How do you like bird watching?” Roman asked you, although you couldn’t help but think there was an agenda behind his question.

“I enjoy it!” You grinned, your eyes meeting with Alden’s briefly. “I learned a lot. Your son is quite the encyclopedia sometimes.” You giggled.

“Yeah if he would have put all that energy into a navy career, he could have become a fine officer.”

“I lov—like him the way he is.” You said suddenly. You didn’t want to step on Roman’s toes, but you would defend Alden at any given chance. Your near slip-up didn’t go unnoticed by either of the Parker men. You ignored Alden’s glance, knowing he would bring it up later. Neither of you said “I love you” yet, but in truth, you did love him.

Roman gave you a closed-mouthed smile, his eyes flashing over you curiously. You knew he was very aware of your crush on his son. The day he realized was the very day Alden found out too. You could never quite tell from their conversation if Roman approved of it or not. You had your suspicions that he felt Alden was too old for you.

“I do too. Believe it or not.” Roman said just as Alden escaped to the kitchen. You smiled at his dad, knowing he really did love Alden for who he was despite his disappointment in his career choices. He probably wouldn't admit it, but it was obvious he was proud of him regardless.

“Still no boyfriend?” The old man teased you again. “As I said before–you won't find one hanging out with Alden all the time.”

You adored Roman, but it was so typical of men his age to ask about a young woman's love life. As is having a boyfriend was the be-all and end-all. You did have one, but that wasn't the point. You let a small sigh escape your lips as if to respond accordingly.

“Dad, stop with the nosey questions.” Alden chimed in as he moved in to sit next to you again. You threw him a thankful glance before Roman gladly changed the subject. The three of you talked about a lot of random things and you found yourself feeling more comfortable as the conversation went on. You glanced up at Alden as he laughed between stuffing his mouth with more sweets. You smiled fondly at him, watching the corner of his eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh.

Suddenly as if you forgot Roman was in the room, you reached out to brush your thumb across the corner of Alden’s mouth. He was talking to you and that's when you noticed a little pastry crumb there. His eyes locked with yours as the warmth of your hand grazed his now-flushed skin.

You both simultaneously tore your eyes from each other and you immediately dropped your hand from his face. When you looked Roman’s way he was giving the most bombastic side-eye you've ever seen. In fact, it was so obvious, one would swear he invented the entire concept.

Not wanting to embarrass either of you, he continued with the conversation as if nothing happened. You knew the embarrassment was written all over your face, but you carried on anyway as if Roman didn't just witness what he did.

Alden gathered everyone's plates before making his way into the kitchen. You excused yourself and followed not far behind him. You entered the kitchen to see Alden washing the dishes. You bit your lip, smiling through your teeth. He shook his head before drying his hands and reaching for you. You moved closer, allowing him to wrap his hands around your wrists.

“Two slip-ups.” He chuckled.

“I know, I didn't mean to—” You paused, your eyes dancing with curiosity. “Wait two?”

“Mhm. You almost said you loved me. Or did I hear that wrong?”

You released an uneasy laugh, “Um well, I—” You exhaled a shaky breath. Alden’s eyes gentled with love and darkened with lust all at once.

He leaned into your neck, his nose brushing against your throat, “Well, is that true?” He murmured against your flushed skin.

“I–” You began, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything. Instead, you exhaled a shaky breath in response. He chuckled, before placing an open-mouthed kiss against the side of your neck. You melted against him and his hands slid to your waist.

He leaned back enough to catch your gaze. “I love you too.” He said before placing his lips to yours. One of his hands moved to cup your face while the other slid around your back and you found your body flush against his.

“I knew it.”

You pulled apart, both of you turning to see Roman standing there. He didn't seem surprised and there was no judgment in his voice. He just wanted you to know he knew. He shook his head in amusement before walking out, muttering something about “bird-watching and getting the ladies,” but you weren't entirely sure.

You glanced up at Alden and he scoffed, “Well, looks like we've been found out.”

“Good because I don't want to stop doing this.” You said before reeling him back in and kissing him again. Your kiss deepened and you suddenly felt the counter behind you and Alden’s hands on your waist. He lifted you onto the counter, never breaking apart from your mouth.

“I'm still just right here, y'know!” You heard Roman shout from the greenhouse. You both pulled back into laughter, knowing you had to stop anyway. Alden gave you one more little kiss on the lips before the two of you joined Roman in the greenhouse once again.

At the end of the day, you didn't care what anyone thought. This love was yours and no one else's.

[fandomxo00]

Ok so imagine this:

Eddie!Bbf teaching you how to give head

You had just moved to the city and seemed to be a problem from the second you arrived, exclusively to Eddie. Not that you knew the effect that you had on him. Though he could tell from the moment he met you that you had a crush on him. Usually, it was something he shrugged at, then you were all shy around him, but you were still funny. You just avoided looking at him so he wouldn't make you nervous. Because he is ridiculously handsome, his eyes a dark green, your eyes going to the dip in his cheekbones to the way his eyebrows meet his frown line.

The two of you hadn't ever been alone together, not until now. You usually smoked weed with your brother and Eddie. But your brother had to leave to pick up his fiancée and you decided you wanted to take dabs anyway. You and Eddie both relaxed after taking your respective rips, feeling a tingle run down your spine as you eye the veins on Eddie's arm. You imagined running your fingers against the hair on his arms, you usually shaved yours own so the contrast made you shiver. "You okay over there?" Eddie asked, popping a cigarette in his mouth.

"I'm fine." You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes go to his bulge before darting away. Eddie grinned over at you as he spread his legs as he lit his cigarette. Your brother hadn't said much to Eddie about staying away from you, the two were close and Eddie had already gone through his sleeping around phase. When he looked at you he didn't just see a girl to sleep with, he wanted to break down your walls. But with the way you kept looking at him his patience was wearing thin.

You always seemed to have this hazey look in your eyes when he looked at you. But there was a certain darkness behind it, he looked down at his phone to check the time. Eddie's eyes traced over the white bands around the legs and waist of your shorts. The soft flesh of your thighs, he wondered how the pink marks on your skin would taste underneath his tongue. You felt yourself completely flush as his eyes stayed centered on your thighs, the smoke falling from his nose and mouth slowly as your hands moving nervously over the tops of them.

You breathe out shakily before pushing yourself up and walking over to sit next to him, your knee touching his thigh as you leant against the couch. Eddie's arm moved out behind you as he faced you, his head tilting to the side as he looked into your eyes. "Whatta doin' over here?"

"I-I." You stuttered, your eyes flickering back and forth to his.

"I-I." Eddie teased, as you giggled, your hand coming up to lightly shove at his chest. Eddie moved over to set his cigarette down on a nearby ash tray as he turned his full attention to you.

"I-Fuck...." You grumbled, looking down at your hands as Eddie chuckled, his hand coming up to your cheeks. His eyes connected with yours an unserious look in his eyes as he slowly says, "I.....What sweetheart?"

"I...Want you, please."

Eddie's mouth resembled a Chesire cat's smile as his hand moved back to thread through your hair. His nose pressed against yours as he went in for a kiss but you moved back before your lips could touch, staring down at his soft plump mouth. "I can't be a one-night stand-." You denied, shaking your head. "I can't do that."

"Don't want that anymore." Eddie assured, glancing into your eyes as he rubbed his thumb against your cheek. "Just want you."

"Really?" Your doe eyes widened in shock as you scanned his face, a bright smile coming on to your face. It reminded him of a little puppy the way you got so excited. It brought a toothy smile to his face, before he leant in to softly peck your lips even with the smiles in the way. But your smile dropped as you leant into the kiss and his hands. Your own hand came up to his face as you enveloped his bottom lip in your mouth. Then you moved on to knees as his hands went to the backs of your thighs to pull you down on top of him. Your eyes widened as you tried not to crush him, but he yanked your pelvis down on to his bulge.

A blush bloomed across your face as he glanced up into your eyes, an almost innocent look on his face, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah-I-I want to do something else actually." You breathed, your hand soothing down his clothed stomach and feel the soft ridges of his muscles. Your hands wrap around his belt, as his breath deepens, your eyes go glossy.

"We should go-."

"Want you right here." You whispered.

"Honey, you don't wanna get-." Eddie started, before he blinked twice as your lips slowly pressed to yours, your tongue slipping into his mouth as he moaned. "You do, you like that."

"I'd be really embarrassed but, thrilling." You giggled, leaning into him, the weed giving you more courage than you could usually muster. You leant into his neck, his hands wrapping around you instinctively as you started kissing at his neck. Eddie moaned quietly as his head tilt back, your hands still resting on his belt and lightly tugging. "Please, Eddie." You whined as you ground your hips against his thighs.

"Yes princess, get on your knees." You felt a small chuckle leave your lips which made Eddie lightly groan as you moved back. But he caught yours lip in a soft kiss before his hand came to the back of your hair. You moved down on to your knees, your hands coming to undo his pants.

"I-uh haven't done this before." You breathed, as you pooled his belt out, he smiled down at you. "Not a virgin, but not experienced. First time was-you probably don't wanna know about that."

"Was that the last time you've had sex?"

"Yeah." You mumbled, looking away, knowing that Eddie's count was large. "How about you?"

"My ex, Jane. Thought I was gonna marry her and she left me for her ex. He wound up leaving her again and- I was done. That was a year ago." He explained, as you started tugging on his pants, you felt a tent in his briefs, his cock slowly growing hard. You doubted that this was the size of it, not with the way the material was bent.

"She's sounds lame." You murmured, leaning forward to kiss his knee as his hand ran into your hair.

"She doesn't matter anymore." Eddie replied, as his other hand came to his briefs pulling them up around his cock and down his legs. You froze in your spot, your soft naked knees on the carpet, as his underwear pools with his pants. Your hands move to his knees, moving up and down his thighs. "Just take your time baby."

"We don't have time."

"Lemme see my phone."

"I'm about to blow you and you want your phone?" You scoffed, reaching for it and passive aggressively putting it into his hand.

"Get comfortable with me." Eddie urged, as he typed away, you could get yourself to touch his hardening cock. He was thick at the mid-shaft, long, your eyes gazing over at it as you kissed his thighs. Eddie's hand petting at your hair as you slowly moved closer to his cock. "There going to stop by the store for some pizza...Touch it baby."

"Don't want to hurt you." You breathed, your hands moving closer, before rubbing at the base. Eddie's chest shook in a heavy breath as you gripped at his base and slowly moved your hand up him.

"Gimme your hand." Eddie directed, grasping your hand in his large one before bringing your hand up to his mouth. Sliding the pads of your fingers against his mouth, as it drops open. He guides your fingers against his tongue. Your thighs clenched together as he wraps his lips around a single digit and sucks. Then he guides your hand back to his cock, you start sliding your hand with the guidance of Eddie's. The constant need to squeeze your thighs coming over you as slowly jerked him off. "Come closer pretty girl." He coaxed, as he widened his legs. You moved in closer to into him as you leant on your elbows before leaning over to lightly kiss the tips of his cock. You slid your lips around the base of the tip, before licking down to his base. You weren't really sure what you were doing but you left slopply wet kisses on his cock.

"Show me, Eddie." You urged, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, that made him groan as one of his hands came to your mouth.

"Make an 'O' with your mouth." Eddie started, handing moving to your jaw and his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. "Take it like a popsicle or uh sucker, no teeth." You hummed, as you leant forward, moving the purplish grey almost rubbery head into your mouth. You lightly sucked as his frown lines dipped and his slowly fluttered shut. Watching his movements as you took him down further, going past the tip to feel the underside of his cock pulse. Your hand coming down to pump at his swollen shaft, as your tongue lolled around the sensitive skin of his tip. "Oh fuck, Y/n." He huffed out a breath, his hand started guiding your head down his shaft, working him into your mouth.

"Eddie." You moaned, your hand gripping at his thigh as you tried to relax the muscles of your throat before gagging. You shook your head as you moved your mouth off of him. "Careful. Don't wanna vomit." You breathed out shakily, as you pumped him, squeezing a little too tightly, he hissed bucking his hips. Your hand moved off of him as you blushed. "I'm sorry."

"S' okay." Eddie promised, leaning down to softly connect your lips in a wet kiss. "Doing so good for me." He praised against your lips, moving as they skimmed against his jaw. You moved back with lust filled eyes as he leant back on the couch. His digits still tangled in your hair as your mouth wrapped back around him. You got comfortable him, as you slowly drove him towards the edge. "Fuck touch my balls, baby. Make me come." You moaned around him, your pussy pulsating as you started moving your mouth down further. Your hands coming down to his balls, being careful to not hurt him, the moan that ripped from his mouth made you whimper. The sensation making his pressure in his stomach burst, as his warm seed filled your mouth.

Just as you heard a car door slam shut; you pulled off of him. Eddie hissing at the cold air as your hand came up to wipe your mouth. He grinned down at you, his hands coming to sides of your face to pull your mouth to kiss. You moaned lightly into his mouth before giggling, "Eddie, get dressed." You urged, moving up from your feet. Groaning as your knees wobbled, while he stood up to pull his underwear and jeans back up his legs. You sat down on the couch across from him as he sat closer to you. You lightly shoved at his shoulder, trying to move away when your brother came into the room.

"Hey guys." He greeted.

"Hey." You both pitched, as your hand ran through your hair.

"You ask her out yet?" My brother joked, as Eddie awkwardly laughed his hand coming to back of his neck.

"Something like that." Eddie smiled over at you, as you blushed, before hitting his chest again.

tags:@onlybunss @00honey @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

note: im obsessed with eddie, don't blame me fictional love made me crazy and its brother best friend bc we all have that fantasy right? its just a part of the puberty growth period part of your life when you have older brothers and they have hot friends, it's for those girls. cheersss - not edited, love yall

[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

[novamariestark]

Hiiii ☺️☺️

I’ve got an Alden Parker x reader request idea if you’re open to it! Basically the team is working a case where they end up  interviewing an older woman as a witness (older than Parker) who clearly thinks he’s handsome but he politely stays professional (we know Nick would tease him for it). But later he ends up meeting her granddaughter and this time he’s the one that starts flirting with her despite the age gap. 

A Tale Of Two Flirts

Summary: When interviewing witnesses, Alden finds himself in an awkward position when one of them starts flirting with him. But later on, he finds himself flirting with her granddaughter, you.

Warnings: quite possibly the worst thing i've written 😂 and I know I say that a lot.

Word count: 2777

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x f!reader

[A/N] I know this is bad, 😂 I’ve literally been working on this for like 2 months and every time I thought I’d finished, I restarted it because I just thought it wasn’t good enough. There isn’t that much flirting in here like the request asked and I hope that’s okay, it’s just that I flirt like a potato.

You may say to yourself, “Nova, potatoes can’t flirt,” Exactly 🤣

And the title is shitty too, I’m so sorry. But right now, I get started and I think I’m on a roll but then my brain’s just like “Haha bitch, just kidding”

Hope you like it though

The wooden steps creaked slightly under their weight. As they approach the door, Alden raised a hand to knock firmly against the wooden door.

Knock knock

The faint hum of a television could be heard from inside but the sound immediately disappeared and the sound of footsteps replaced it.

Alden took out his ID as the door flew open, revealing and older woman, early 70s, with bright blue eyes and slightly greying hair. He holds it up to her and Nick behind him, does the same thing, “Good morning, ma’am, I’m Special Agent Parker and this is…”

The woman smirked and leant on the doorframe, “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,”

A snort from behind him made Alden turn around and glare at the owner of the sound. He turned back to the lady.

"So, you saw the whole thing?" Alden asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to steer the conversation back to the case. The witness he was talking to, a woman in her early 70s with silver hair and piercing blue eyes, seemed more interested in him than in answering his questions. Every so often, he could hear a snicker or a snort from beside him, where his partner Nick Alvarez sat, struggling to maintain a straight face.

“If only I did,” the woman said with a coy smile, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in closer. Alden's face turned a shade of crimson as he stole a quick glance at Nick, silently begging for help, but Nick was too busy trying to stifle his laughter.

"I was referring to the homicide, Mrs. Walsh," Alden explained, his voice maintaining a sense of professionalism even as a blush started to appear on his cheeks. Mrs. Walsh responded with a mischievous wink before replying…

“It’s Ms. Walsh,” she corrected him, her smile widening into a grin.

“Ms. Walsh," Alden corrected himself quickly, "Did you see who did this to Petty Officer Lindsey?” He asked, hoping to keep the conversation on topic. Ms. Walsh leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing as she thought.

She shook her head, “By the time I made it to the window, it was all over. I heard a lot of yelling and screaming,”  she replied. Alden and Nick continued to ask her questions and each of her answers included a flirty compliment in some way or another.

Just as the two agents began to walk away, the older woman spoke up again, "You know, dinner might make me feel better. What are you doing later?" she asked, giving Alden a sly smile.

Alden laughed nervously, again looking at Torres for help but he just smiled and walked away, “Probably solving the case, Ms Walsh,” he said politely and excused himself. He walked down the steps of the porch and headed towards Torres.

“Thanks for your help there, Torres,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “I really appreciate it,” Torres just shrugged with a smirk on his face.

The team headed back to the Navy Yard to continue the investigation. Over the course of the day, Alden had suffered at the hands of Torres’ endless teasing.  He thanked God that he drove over with McGee and not Torres, although his luck ended as soon as they all got into the elevator.

“So, Parker, when’s the special day?” Nick asked with the childish grin on his face, as if he’d just asked what he was getting for Christmas.

Jess and McGee looked at each other, with confused glances. Of course, they didn’t know what was going on, they weren’t there when it happened and Nick kept quiet in the car ride over here, wanting to save it until he was in the same room as Alden, and everyone else was around to hear.

“Wait, what special day?” Tim asked for both him and Jess.

Nick slapped a hand on Alden’s shoulder, his grin getting wider, “Parker’s getting married,”

“What?!” they exclaimed in unison.

“When did this happen?" Jess added, a confused look crossing her face. Two questions went through her head. How on earth did she not know her boss was getting married? And how did Torres keep his mouth shut about it?

Torres was about to speak, but Alden cut him off, “It didn’t,” Alden ran a hand down his face before continuing with the real version events and not Nick’s “There was just a witness that showed a… particular interest in me,”

“She wanted to see all of it” Torres continued, emphasising the word all, to convey that the woman desired to see Alden in his entirety.

“I take it you didn’t help him out?” Tim asked Torres. thinking he probably didn't. Why was he even asking?

Torres shook his head, “Of course not, it was funny,” he looked back to Alden with a smirk and asked, “Can I be best man?”

Alden scoffed, “No,” he said as he turned towards the door as it arrived at their floor.

Unfortunately for Alden, this continues throughout the day. By the end of the day, he felt like someone had been whacking his brain repeatedly with a hammer. He couldn’t wait to solve this case, go home and relax. Preferably before he gave into the urge to get out his gun and shoot Torres with it.

***

You met him on Saturday, when he came over to your grandmother’s to ask her if she recognised the suspect or if she’d seen her around.

You had arrived the day before after work and you were shocked to find the house next door was an active crime scene.

It being a Friday, you were headed to your grandmother's for the weekend. But as you walked from your car towards her house, you noticed her neighbour’s house covered in yellow police tape. “What the hell happened?” you asked yourself, your heart raced as you took in the sight before you. Your eyes widened as you noticed the broken window and the red stains smeared across it that you could only think of being blood. And considering the police tape, it wasn’t that much of a stretch.

The chill of the evening air nipped at your skin as you approached the scene, the flickering streetlamp casting eerie shadows on the ground. You pulled your coat closer to your body, hoping to shield yourself from some of the cold of the night or maybe the sight in front of you.

You couldn’t look at it anymore, so you continued on your way. The first thing you asked was if your grandmother was okay. After she reassured you that she was, you asked what happened.

She started to talk to you about what happened and how her neighbour was murdered and she was telling you everything she knew but somehow, for some reason, she began talking about something completely different.

A man. And it seemed that he had made quite an impression on her. So much so that you actually wanted to erase the last 5 minutes. The last thing you wanted was to hear your grandmother explain to you, in detail, all the things that she wanted to do to this man.

The next morning wasn’t any better. She began by telling you that she had a “lovely dream”, and she “hadn’t had one in so long”. You almost spat out your cereal at what she was hinting at.

“Gross, really?”

“Don’t be such a prude, how do you think I had your mother?”

You shuddered in disgust just as the doorbell rang and you couldn’t get out of your chair fast enough. You rushed over to the door, noticing two figures standing outside through the translucent glass.

As you opened the door, the two figures become clearer. Surprise briefly flashed on the face of the one lurking in the background before a smirk began to form. The one in front was looking down, fiddling with some papers.

“Sorry to bother you Ms Walsh,” he started as he continued, rummaging through the pages, “We just need you to look at some photos see if…” he stopped as he looked up at you, the words dying on his tongue.

Who is she? He thought. He looked to the side of the door at the number. 242, well he had the right house.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, he looked thoroughly confused.

“Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t expecting a beautiful woman to come to the door,” he stammered out, which you thought was cute but then again, was he calling your grandmother unattractive? He seemed to know what you were thinking and quickly corrected himself, “Not that your grandmother isn’t but y-you are,”

Realisation hit you. This was the agent that your grandmother was telling you about. When he turned around presumably for help from his partner, you took that time to check him out to see what the fuss was about.

To say you didn’t enjoy the sight in front of you would have been the biggest lie you told since you told your math teacher that you couldn't do your homework because your pet goldfish had a midlife crisis and decided to swim away with all of your textbooks.

Your eyes quickly returned to their previous position when his head began to turn back towards you.

“She’s just in the kitchen,” you said, lazily gesturing over your shoulder, “Do you want to come in for some coffee?” you asked them with a smile.

Alden opened his mouth to reply but his partner beat him to it, “That would be great, thank you,” he said passing Alden but not without patting him on the back. Alden followed you through the door, gently closing the door behind him and then following you towards the kitchen. As he did, he lingered behind, his eyes tracing over your figure, he was so lost that he almost let out an audible groan but your grandmother caught sight of him.

“Oh, Agent Parker, what a wonderful surprise,” she greeted as she came into the little dining area. Her hand patted her hair to make it look as good as possible.

Alden cleared his throat before responding with a nod, “Uh yeah, we just had some photos for you to look at,”

“I’ll help in any way I can,” she smirked, fiddling with the neckline of her shirt. You groaned, your face hiding itself in your hands.

Alden smiled awkwardly before placing the pictures on the table, spreading them out so each photo could be seen, “Do you recognise any of these people?” he asked, mainly to your grandmother because she was the one who lived here.

Your grandmother leaned in, purposefully close to Alden as she studied the photos. Your discomfort was evident on your face as you looked away momentarily, your eyes landing on the other agent. He seemed to be enjoying his partner’s discomfort and evidently yours.

Your eyes moved back to the photos when your grandmother said that she didn’t recognize anyone. Your eyes skimmed the photos and you did in fact recognize a few people in them, albeit slightly due to the quality of the pictures and the fact that they look like they were taken in the dark.

Your finger tapped the one closest to you first, “This is Jade, Sarah’s former college roommate and best friend,”

Alden scrunched his eyebrows and turned to look at you, “Are you sure? I know the pictures aren’t great,”

You pointed to the handbag that the figure was holding, “That is a Louis Vuitton. Jade got it a couple of months ago and she couldn’t wait to rub it in everyone’s faces,” Your fingers then hovered over the other picture, “This one is strange because it looks like Jade’s ex-boyfriend, Connor from college. They broke up because of her obsession with Sarah’s boyfriend,”

The two agents exchanged glances as if you had just given them a piece of the puzzle but that was ridiculous right? Jade was a stuck-up bitch, but she wouldn’t kill her best friend for a man… would she?

“Thank you,” Alden said, his eyes returning to you for as he began to pick up the photos. You notice how his gaze seemed to always linger on you, a little longer than his partner or your grandmother. She, of course, noticed this too considering she wouldn’t stop undressing him with her eyes.

After he collected everything, him and his partner slowly walked towards the door with you close behind to escort them out. They opened the door but stopped on the porch. Alden seemed to want to say something and it looked as though he was trying to talk himself into it.

“I hope you get who did it,” you smiled softly.

“We will,” the younger agent promised as he began to walk down the steps but stopped when he realised Alden wasn’t following him.

“There’s a uh… pastry shop, not far from here I want to try, do you know if it’s any good?” he asked finally after a couple of minutes of silently arguing with himself. Another argument started about how lame that starter was.

“Sugar & Spice Delights?” you asked with a small smile on your face, you nodded because you actually frequent there, “Uh yeah, it’s a great little shop, ask for Rhea and tell her (y/n) sent you, she may give you the friends and family discount” you said with a smirk.

“Or maybe you could accompany me,” he replied without missing a beat. His eyes closed and his head dropped. Why was he messing this up so bad?

You made a sound as if you were thinking about it and what come to mind was the fact that your grandmother seemed to like him a lot and it seemed wrong to say yes, no matter how much you wanted to, “Oh umm,” you paused looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps approaching. Your grandmother of course and you were starting to feel bad, especially when she started to look at you disapprovingly.

“If you don’t say yes, I am going to have to disown you,” she said, causing you to lean slightly away from her, your eyebrows moving up towards your hairline.

You turn back to Alden with a small smile that only seemed to get bigger when you uttered the word “yes,”

Alden was beyond happy that you said yes, but also really surprised, especially considering the age gap. Over the course of your next few dates, you kept reassuring him that his age was anything but a concern for you, in fact it was kind of a turn on. In fact, you used the word experienced.

A month into your relationship, he wanted to show you just how experienced he really was. And he really was experienced. He knew exactly where to touch you at the right moment to have your toes curling and reaching for things that weren’t even there.

Pretty soon, after all your date to the little bakery, Alden qualified for the friends & family discount even when you weren’t there, much to the delight of his team. You got to meet them properly three months in which is exactly how long it took for Torres’ teasing to die down.

You were immediately bombarded with questions about you and what was Alden like outside of work, although, they mostly referred to him as Parker. Alden had told you about the teasing that Nick had put him through about you and your grandmother and he even asked if she was still interested in him, so you decided to have a little fun with him.

“Well, she always did have an eye for quality,” you said with a smirk, he was about to reply with some silly remark, but you beat him to it, “You should probably take notes, maybe you could learn something,”

Tim and Jess were in stitches, Alden was stifling his laughter but his amusement was evident by the smirk on his lips.

Once he got over the initial shock of what you just said, he walked over and held his hand out for you to shake, “Well played,” he said as you put your hand in his.  

Pretty much after that, you became one of them. You and Nick actually got on really well and aside from Alden, he was the one you spent most time with and occasionally Victoria when Jimmy and Jess needed some alone time.

But most of your spare time was spent with Alden either on cute little dates, or tangled in the sheets and each other’s limbs or as you called it… Heaven.

[bullet-prooflove]

LittleMouse!Series Part Five: Acts of Violence - Alden Parker x Reader

Tagging: @yezzyyae @neapolitantoebeans @mandy426 @kmc1989

LittleMouse!Series

Don't... - Alden hates what your doing.

Waiting - You leave your ex waiting.

In Sickness & In Health - Alden and your ex sit down to discuss you.

Bordeaux - You come home to an unexpected surprise.

It’s the third time that Alden’s tried to call you tonight and the second time it’s gone directly to voicemail. It gives him a bad feeling because you don’t turn your phone off, not since the night that one of your team members called you in crisis. You’re available to them twenty-four, seven, the same way that he is.

Something’s wrong, he just knows it.  

He breaks the speed limit on the way to your place, it’s a miracle that he doesn’t get pulled over. When the lift takes too long to descend, he takes the stairs instead, two at a time until he reaches your floor. He listens for sounds on the other side of the door before he lets himself in. There’s nothing but silence, which in itself feels ominous. You usually have a little music on when he comes over, you hate the quiet.

When he enters the apartment, the stench of blood hits him almost immediately. There’s a strong copper tang on his tongue and something inside of him just dies because he knows an act of violence has been committed in your home.

The kitchen is in chaos. There’s shattered glass across the tiles, crushed yellow petals from the roses he bought for you the other day scattered amongst the pieces. There’s crimson smears across the shards, the vivid liquid intermingling with the water from the broken vase. Your cellphone lies discarded alongside of it, the screen shattered, it looks like someone stomped on it.

The glass crunches underneath heel of his boot as he withdraws his weapon and approaches the closed French doors that lead to the living room. He catches a flash of movement through the windowpane but the darkness of the room beyond obscures his vision. He’s careful as he uses his fingertips to push down the door handle, nudging his shoulder against the door so it opens.

The living room looks worse than the kitchen. The driftwood coffee table that you adore is in pieces, shards of wood jutting out of the ruined frame. There’s a broken wine bottle decanting Bordeaux onto the rug and a bloody stem from a wine glass cast off onto the sofa. Your books have been torn from the shelf and tossed onto the floor. The door of your gun safe hangs open, almost torn from the hinges.

When he turns his attention to the other side of the room, he doesn’t expect to see you standing there, gun in your hand. It’s pointed at Kristof as he kneels on the floor in front you, his hands cuffed behind his back.

The two of you are a mess. There’s blood streaked through Kristof’s blond hair from the wounds in his scalp. There’s glass amongst the strands, from the vase in the kitchen Alden realises. You must have tried to get to your phone when Kristof had come for you, smashed him in the head. His nose is broken and it’s a bad one, the kind that’s going to result in plastic surgery in the future.

You aren’t in a much better state. Your lip is split, a thin thread of crimson running down your chin, the hollow of your left eye is swollen and bloodshot. There’s a crimson stain blossoming across the white sweater that you’re wearing, the heavy fabric is practically soaked in it. He can guess who got stabbed with the stem from the wine glass.

“Alden.” You say his name with a breathlessness that alarms him. “I need you to take over because I think I’m about to pass out.”

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