#alden parker x reader

[writeandsurvive]

AUTHORS NOTE: like I posted recently, this was supposed to be short at first, but here we are now, cutting it in two parts. I'm not sure I did a good job but I really liked the idea. So I hope I did it justice and you guys will enjoy it! 🫣

SUMMARY: your husband wants to open your marriage and Alden Parker is there for you.

WARNINGS: Fem!reader, marriage, open relationship, nsfw, protected sex, piv, oral, spanking, age gap (30s-50s), fall, injury, concussion, lies, vegetarian!reader, Alden kinda teaching sex, ass man!Alden, toxic!mom, reader being her (real) daddy's little girl

Taking over ~ Alden Parker 1/2

From the moment your husband of five years asked for an open relationship, you knew it was over. Bigamy was never your thing, you dedicated yourself to one person at the time and you thought it was the same for him. But somehow, after almost ten years of dating and five of marriage, he needed something new, someone else. Of course, he already had a person in mind; his cute coworker who had been eyeing him for a while, she was barely in her twenties, and was everything you were not. Beautiful with prominent curves, tall. The woman who wears high heels and makeup every single day of their lives, no matter what the circumstances. Your work as an NCIS agent didn't allow you to be this girly kind of woman, not that you'd be even with another job. It wasn't you and you thought your husband liked it, or at least, was fine with it. How wrong.

You were not sure why but you agreed to his request. The wedding vows meant something to you; you were ready to make it work, no matter what. To be entirely honest, the idea of divorcing in your mid thirties wasn't appealing at all, especially with the job taking eighth percent of your time. It felt impossible to meet someone new and start all over again. The plan was for you to have kids soon, not your husband fooling around with his hot new coworker.

There was no way you'd tell the team about what was going on. They wouldn't understand, especially Nick and Tim, who love and protect you like their sister. They like your husband very much, he became family too but this wouldn't sit right with them, and you wouldn't blame them. It didn't sit right with you in the first place. So you hid it to everyone for a couple of months. Every night your husband was out with her, you felt betrayed and thought so little of you. Were you a fool for agreeing to this?

But you decided to stop feeling sorry for yourself. After all, it was an open relationship, which meant you could be with someone else too. But who? You had never been the type of person to go out and hook up with the first stranger you found attractive, so going out just to meet someone wasn't an option. Sleeping with someone from work? The only option was the new team member Alden Parker, who you admittedly found very attractive, but this could be a very bad idea. You were still learning to know one another and getting used to the new team dynamic.

You felt desperate and alone.

You thought you hid it well, but you were quite wrong. During a stakeout, where it was just you and Alden in the car, he didn't wait long before asking how you were. "I'm fine, why?"

"I know I've only been here for a few months, and we're still getting to know each other, but I can tell something's wrong with you. You're closed off."

You laughed softly, earning a side eye from Alden. "Surprising that you're the one noticing."

"Maybe I'm paying too much attention-- to the team. So, what's up? You know you can trust me, right?"

You locked eyes with him for a moment, seeing how sincere and sweet he really was. "Yeah, I know. It's just-- embarrassing? Sad? Wrong? I don't know." You sighed, looking around the area because you had a job to do.

"Is this about your marriage?" He asked suddenly, catching you off guard. You looked at him with a puzzled look. "You don't talk much about your husband, even when the guys asked about him. They mentioned not seeing him in a while." You played with your wedding band while looking at it. "I've been married for ten years. Nothing you'll say will surprise me."

"Think so? Did your ex-wife ask for an open relationship?" You didn't really think before talking, and immediately regretted telling Alden about it. Your cheeks turned red, and you avoided his eyes for a very long time afterwards.

"Okay, um. I admit that-- you surprised me, good job." He paused. "Did he ask that suddenly?"

Since you spilled the beans, you might as well tell him everything. You needed to talk to someone, have someone's opinion. So, you gave him a resume of the past two months. How your husband told you about it, his coworker he's been dating, how you had been feeling, your fears.

"Honestly, I don't even understand how he could've asked that. I mean, if I was your husband, I wouldn't want another woman, and I definitely wouldn't want to share you."

You uncontrollably smiled at that despite the tears threatening to fall. "Too bad you're not my husband then." You joked, but Alden didn't laugh. He softly put his hand on top of yours, stopping you from nervously rubbing them together. The simple contact felt very nice, you didn't remember the last time your husband held your hands.

"I don't know your husband, and I want to meet him even less than before, but it does sound like he just wanted to be with this girl, without actually cheating. But mark my word, he'll regret it. I'm pretty sure that the moment you tell him you're seeing someone, he won't like it."

"Yeah, well I don't know if that'll happen, so..." You trailed off, looking down at your joined hands. His thumb was rubbing small circles on your knuckles, and that tiny gesture felt great. All you wanted to do was reach out for a hug from him. You were certain he'd give the best hugs; gentle and tender but tight.

"Why not? I mean, you could get anyone."

"Even you?" You weren't sure what had gotten into you, where this bluntness was coming from but since it was out of your mouth, you turned your face to lock eyes with Alden. He was already looking at you, leaning just slightly. He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes going down to your lips a couple of times.

"Anyone." He repeated softly.

Silence filled the car from a moment, it was just you and Alden speaking through your looks. Eventually, you broke it off by laughing. A soft and nervous laugh, and you immediately buried your face in his shoulder. He chuckled too, unsure of what this meant.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I laugh when I'm nervous. I'm not sure what's happening here, or even what I'm supposed to do."

His cheek was resting on the top of your head. "I didn't mean to make you nervous. I don't want us to be awkward with each other. It's just-- yeah, you can have me if you want."

You slowly lifted your head, just enough to look him in the eyes. He was sincere. After a moment of hesitation, you reached out and pressed your lips against his. Alden immediately melted into the kiss, holding the back of your head to intensify it. Before you knew it, his tongue was inside your mouth, allowing you to taste the coffee he just drank. The kiss lasted a long time and you couldn't remember the last time you'd been kissed like this. He truly wanted you and at this moment, he was all you wanted.

Remembering that you were on a stakeout, you eventually pulled away. Growling, Alden took a second to adjust himself and that was when you noticed the obvious budge in his suit pants. It seemed...big. "Oh wow." You said, uncontrollably.

Alden followed your eyes to his erection, and readjust himself again. "Um, yeah, sorry. I can leave the car--"

"What, no! Absolutely not! It's just-- intriguing? How big are you?"

He laughed - not without a certain pride. "Nothing to be afraid of." He smirked and winked.

"I highly doubt that." You said, still looking at it.

After a split second, you felt Alden's fingers stroking your chin and pressing gently to make you look at him. "Let me take you out to dinner. No pressure, just a nice time between two friends."

"So, not a date?"

"If you want it to be a date, then a date it is."

"Do you want it? I mean, it's not a regular situation and I'd understand if you didn't want to get in the middle of this."

"Your husband is clearly failing in his duties, and I'll be happy to take over, show you how you're supposed to be treated."

"Okay then."

Okay then. You and Alden did your best to take your hands and mouth off of each other during the rest of the stakeout. It was rough, because all you wanted was to climb onto him in the driver seat and discover how he feels. How he would make you feel.

But Alden was the perfect gentleman. After agreeing to have the date once the case is closed, he kept a reasonable distance from you. Too much time with you would prevent him from acting correctly, because he desperately wanted you.

He had since he joined NCIS. But he immediately noticed your wedding band - plus the age difference - so he tried to shut his crush down. However, everyday was a challenge. You were everything he ever dreamed of in a woman, and not just physically. He felt like a teenager around you, which pissed him off sometimes. How could he, a fifty-something years old man, could have a stupid crush on his thirty-something years old coworker? He felt highly inappropriate for months, especially when you stopped talking about your husband and Alden wondered if it could mean something. For a second, he hoped you had split up before being mad at himself for thinking about something like that. Now, the opportunity showed up, and if he had to be the side boyfriend, then he would be.

It was Friday night, the case was finally closed and you were working on reports and paperwork. Alden told McGee and Palmer to go home and be with their kids, when Nick complained about not being able to leave early cause he didn't have kids. "Fine, go home too before I change my mind. You too girls." He added, looking at Jess then you. Nick and Jess were in the elevator before you had time to respond. You stood up and walked over to Alden's desk.

"Good job, boss." You giggled.

"Nick is too predictable, that was easy."

"Now what?" You leaned against his desk, and it took him all his self control to keep his hands to himself.

"You tell me. Is it too late to go on that date?" He stood up from his chair, his body dangerously close to yours.

"I don't think so, but I'm gonna need an hour to go home and get ready."

"Why are you still here?"

Unconsciously, you pecked his lips before leaving. Alden smiled at that little gesture, before rushing out, so he could go home and get ready too.

Good thing your husband wasn't home. He had texted you that he would be out for the night, with her you assumed, not that you really cared anymore. Alden texted you, asking if he could pick you up, and if he should park away from the house. 'I'm home alone, act like you'd do normally.' you answered. So he did just that.

You opened the front door to find Alden Parker all dressed up, holding some flowers. You couldn't control your grin, nor the butterflies in your stomach. "You had time to pick up some flowers for me?" He handed them to you, and leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you blush and feel other things.

"They are actually from my greenhouse. I picked the most beautiful ones, but you are the most beautiful flower."

You giggled nervously while smelling the flowers, before walking towards the kitchen. "Come on in for a sec -- they are so pretty, Alden. Thank you so much." You couldn't remember the last time your husband offered you some flowers.

"Are you sure that's okay? For me to be in?" To be honest, he felt a bit uncomfortable there. It was just a reminder that you weren't completely available. You were married and would never be his entirely.

"We're not doing anything in the house. I'm just putting these in a vase."

To Alden's relief, you were out just a minute later. He held your hand up to his car, opened and closed the door for you. It wasn't much, but those small things melted you. "Where are we going?" You asked, after he started to drive.

"That's a surprise." He smirked.

"Not to be a pain, I don't know if you know, but I'm a vegetarian and it--" you felt his hand on your thigh. His touch was soft and gentle.

"I know, don't worry, okay?"

You obviously didn't have to worry because Alden took you to a vegetarian restaurant. It was fairly new and you hadn't been there yet, so you were excited. Again, he acted like the perfect gentleman, holding doors, keeping his hand in the small of your back, telling you to pay no attention to the prices.

The dinner was amazing, both the food and the chemistry between you and Alden. The conversation flooded easily, you got to really know each other, talking about your families, childhoods, hobbies. At any point did you talk about work, nor your marriage. "I could eat more vegetarian dishes." He admitted, tasting how good the food was.

"That'd definitely be better than your current diet." You teased.

"What's wrong with my diet?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't make me say it." You giggled.

"Please do."

"It's the diet of an overworked bachelor, plus pastries. Tons of pastries."

"Overworked bachelor, huh?" He smiled. "And I thought you liked my pastries."

"I do, very much. I just think you should eat healthier."

"Point taken. It's nice to have someone who cares."

You put your hand on top of his, and he welcomed it. "I do care, Alden." He brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

"So do I." He answered.

Were you supposed to care in a situation like this?

After the restaurant, Alden asked if you wanted to keep the night going or if you wanted a ride home. There was no way you were going home just yet, so you drove for about fifteen minutes, before pulling over to the Bowlero. Alden laughed when you looked at him with a grin. "I knew you'd like that."

"So much! I'm so gonna kick your ass at every game!" This time Alden didn't have time to circle the car cause you were out before him. You grabbed his hand and rushed him inside.

You started with the arcades. Alden knew you were a competitive person, he heard you arguing with McGee over a game you played together, he even remembered Jimmy saying something about Victoria being upset during a board game because you wouldn't let her win. But Alden would let you win every game possible if it meant you'd smile and do a ridiculous happy dance. He wanted to kiss you every time you mocked him for losing, and also punished you in his very own way.

Then you offered to play pool. Except that pool was Alden's game. He was ridiculously good at it, probably because he spent long hours playing with friends when he was younger. However, he was distracted. Every time you leaned over the table for your turn, showing off your pretty ass in that tight dress, his cock twitched. The things he wanted to do to you in that position. "I thought you were a killer at pool?" You teased, mid-game.

"I'm a bit distracted." He said, positioning himself over the table.

"By my ass?"

Since you were on the other side of the table, you slowly turned around and shook your hips just slightly. "Fuck, sweetheart. You can't do this here. That ass is only for me to enjoy."

You turned around again, laughing. "Looks like those teenage boys enjoyed the view."

Alden immediately turned his face to where you were pointed, ready to give those boys a death glare. But there were no boys, or anyone else. "Not funny." He turned back to you. "Get out of my eyesight, so I can win this."

You circled the table to be behind him. You actually checked out his ass too. After hitting the white ball, and watching two balls going inside the holes, he faced you. "Much better." He smiled, proud of himself.

You got closer, pressing your body against his. "I didn't pin you for an ass man." You whispered.

He cleared his throat. "I'd always considered myself a tits man. But you--" he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand roaming at the small of your back. He wanted to touch your butt, and so did you. "You drive me crazy." He just said.

"Let's finish this game, fast."

To your displeasure, Alden won, even though he did fail a few balls on purpose. On the way back to the car, you kept talking about the game, what you did wrong, even accused him of cheating which made him laugh. "Damn, you don't deserve sex tonight." You finished the rambling, as you reached the car.

"Okan then," he opened the passenger for you but stood in the way. "I'll just drop you off." He had a tiny smirk on his face, but his instinct told him you wanted sex as much as he did, but he was also afraid you just wanted an excuse to go home. "Can I kiss you good night now?"

"Idiot." You said, grabbing his collar into a fist and bringing him into you. His body crashed into yours as he didn't hold his weight back on purpose, so he could catch you. His hands were immediately on your ass, right before his lips were on yours. If that kiss in the car had been something, this was even more. You and Alden were practically making out in the parking lot, not caring that you could be seen. "I wanna see your greenhouse." You whispered, out of breath.

The greenhouse was prettier than you expected. While holding your hand or your waist, Alden showed you some of his plants and flowers, even telling you about the ones he offered you earlier. But your eyes were more focused on him, his face, his lips, than anything else. "You're not listening to me, are you?" He chuckled.

"I'm a bit distracted." You said, reminded his words from earlier.

He gently grabbed your face in his hands and locked eyes with you. "I gotta ask-- are you sure about this?"

"Are you?"

He kissed you as an answer. Then he carried you into his bedroom, and put you down, without ever breaking the kiss. Your lips were probably bruised and swollen by now, not that you cared one bit. He paid attention to your neck, finding that sweet spot, while his hands traveled your body. You were completely melting under his touch. "Have you told how fucking sexy you are?" He asked.

"No."

"Then I'm sorry. Cause damnit you are the sexiest woman ever." His hands and mouth were working on your breasts as you were desperately trying to unbutton his shirt. His words did something to your core and to your heart.

"I need to feel your skin, Alden." You whined. He stopped so you could get rid of his shirt and he took the opportunity to strip you off your dress. Seeing you in your matching lace underwear shortcut his brain. There was so much he wanted to do and say, he couldn't decide where to start.

You touched his hairy chest, kissing his pec then his neck. "Alden? You with me?" Growling, he picked you up just enough to lay you down on his bed. He covered your body with his, kissing you roughly.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." He whispered. "Right here with you."

You both agreed to skip the foreplay, and orals, as you just needed to feel each other right away. Alden was already painfully hard, while you had already ruined your panties. So he grabbed a condom from his nightstand, rubbed his length against your slit for a moment before intruding your core. You both moaned at the feeling, even though he wasn't fully in just yet. "I knew it. I was right to be afraid."

Alden got confused for a second before understanding. He completely laid down on you, stroking your hair and softly kissing your lips, chin and cheeks. "Just a couple more inches, baby. I know you can do it. You're my good girl, aren't you?" His praises worked wonders on you.

He gently thrusted without going fully, until you told him he could. When he bottomed out, you screamed out loud, your eyes rolling back inside your skull. Alden didn't hold back his noises either - which got you even wetter - as he stared down at you with pure lust. It took all of his willing power not to pin you down and fucked you hard. "That's it, princess. I told you you could take all of me." He kissed you. "Fuck, your pussy is sucking me in." He nipped your bottom lip. "Can I move, baby? Please?" He sounded desperate.

"Fuck yes, Den. Fuck me." He didn't need more.

It wasn't a long and sweet love making. You were both so worked up and desperate for each other, it didn't take long until you and Alden came undone, shouting each other's names. While his cock softened inside you, he collapsed on you, listening to your heart pounding in your chest, just like his was. Your hand was resting in his hair.

"That was--" he tried to say.

"Yeah." You agreed.

Soon after, Alden left for a minute and came back with a wet cloth and some water. He cleaned you up, while you drank and stared. "I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked, concerned.

"Not at all." You stroked his cheek. "but you're definitely bigger than--" you stopped there. His brows furrowed together and he was speaking again.

"Was he the only one you've ever--"

"Yup." You confessed, looking down at the glass of water which suddenly seemed intriguing.

"Oh, um. I didn't know," he drank from his own glass.

"Would it have changed something?"

"I don't know. Maybe?"

"Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It seemed irrelevant." You started to move. "If you want to pretend this didn't happen, then fine with me, I'll--" Alden grabbed your arm before you could pull yourself on your knees and brought you against his chest.

"That makes me your second?"

"One, two... You can count, good job." His hand immediately smacked against your butt cheek. You looked at him in disbelief but with a smile on your face.

"I should teach you how to count the right way." He spanked you again. Your eyes went dark, and he knew you liked it very very much. Perfect.

"How many was that? Four?" You teased and two more spanks hit you. You uncontrollably moaned in his chest, and bit his nipple. He let out a high pitched yelp, making you giggle. He put his glass down on the nightstand, - almost dropping it - before getting on top of you, face down on the mattress. Since the four spanks had been on the same cheek, it was already pink, and it sprung Alden's cock back to life. He gave your other cheek a spank.

"No biting, little brat."

You could feel his cock resting between your ass cheeks and for a moment, you considered giving Alden what you always refused to your husband. This ass, your ass... was Alden's to love, fuck and spank.

"Not even a little?" You asked, innocently and earned another spank. You moaned against, burying your face in the pillow - that smelled wonderfully like Alden.

He grabbed a handful of your flesh, leaned over and bit your ass, before smoothing it with his tongue and lips. "Alden," you whined.

"What is it, princess? Do you want something?"

"Your tongue." You whispered.

He spanked you again but was a bit gentler this time. "Louder. You need to be loud and clear."

"I want you to eat my pussy!" You cried.

"Ask and you shall receive."

He turned you over and did exactly what you wanted.

After you came in his mouth, allowing him to drink every bit of you, Alden was painfully hard and ready to go again. He teased your entrance with the tip but you stopped him. He immediately pulled away, giving you space, afraid he did something wrong. But when he saw you turning around with a mischievous smile on your face, he understood. "My turn."

You knew you gave good blowjobs...to your husband. Then again, he was smaller than Alden's so it was easier for you. As you started to suck on Den's cock, you were desperately hoping he would enjoy it. You didn't want to disappoint him. But you could barely take half of him without choking. Still, from his noises, growls and words, he seemed to love it. "Relax your throat, baby. No rush, no worries. You're doing so good." This man could read you like a fucking open book.

You followed his instructions, took your time and slowly, you were able to take a bit more of his length. "Baby, if you choke on my cock one more time, I'm gonna cum." Since it was exactly what you wanted, you took as much as you could, choked and drank to the very last drop of his release.

As bad as he wanted to fuck you one more time, Alden's cock was unresponsive for the rest of the night. So you simply cuddled in bed, made small talk before quickly drifting away.

For a month, everything was great. Things with Alden were amazing, he was an actual dream. Most of the time, you forgot you were married to someone else, it was all about Alden, Alden, Alden. He was extremely sweet and thoughtful, he cared and wasn't afraid to show it, he treated you like a princess, except sometimes during sex. You always liked sex, but with your husband, it has never been too crazy, not that it was bad either. However, with Alden, you discovered yourself, found out you had some kinks and he was more than happy to oblige them.

The team complimented you several times, saying that you were glowing. Thanking them, you saw Alden smirking behind their backs, knowing he was the reason for that glow. It was crazy that they didn't notice what was going on, or at least, they never said or hint anything.

Your relationship with your husband was practically non-existent. You'd run into each other here and there, talked briefly about stuff but that was it. You obviously told him you were seeing someone, and he didn't ask anything, not even who was the guy, or if you were respecting the rules. It felt like he didn't care anymore, and eventually, you stopped caring too. All your focus apart from work, was on Alden and your relationship with this wonderful man.

It was your husband's birthday, and as a tradition, his family and your parents would come over for dinner to celebrate. You turned down Alden's offer to go on a date, mostly because you felt like you had to be there. The families had no idea what was happening and you couldn't just bail on them.

You were preparing a couple of dishes when your husband came home after meeting with his best friend - he said. He surprised you by hugging you from behind and planted kisses in your neck. You instantly stiffed, and tried to wiggle your way out. "What are you doing?" You asked.

"Kissing my wife. Am I not allowed?"

"You haven't touched me for months. Not even a hug."

"I know." He grabbed your waist and spined you around to face him. "It was my mistake and I'm sorry."

He leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away before his lips could touch yours. "Wait, what is happening here?"

"Did you seriously pull away from a kiss?"

"You can't just come over to me, after months of ignoring me, and expect kisses, cuddles or whatever."

"I don't remember you trying either. I mean, you've barely been home this past month."

"You know exactly where I was."

"Right, with him. Who is he anyways?"

You let out a dry laugh. "So, now you're asking?"

"I am, and I expect an answer." He folded his arms against his chest.

"Someone from work."

He stayed silent for a second. "Nick?"

"Ew, come on."

"I know for sure it's not Tim, nor Jimmy! Wait-- is it the new guy? What's his name?"

"Parker, yes." There was no point in lying.

"Oh my god," he had a humorless laugh. "I can't believe this. That's why I never met him."

"No, you never met him cause you haven't cared in a long time."

"Says the girl who only cares about her job and her team!"

"If that was the problem from the beginning, you could've just said so and asked for a divorce."

"I don't want a divorce! I love you still." You stayed silent. He was obviously expecting you to say it back, but you couldn't. You didn't know if you still loved him. "You're not saying it back."

"I've got to get ready. The parents will be here soon."

You and your husband basically ignored each other, which wasn't difficult. Between the parents, siblings and kids, you each focused on different persons and nobody questioned it. Dinner was barely getting started when your phone rang. It was Alden, so you picked and listened while he told you there was a crime scene and gave you the address. "sorry for ruining your evening, sweetheart." He said.

"Oh no, don't worry." You were somehow relieved.

You got back to the living area where everyone was. "I'm sorry I've got to leave guys. Duty calls." They seemed disappointed but they knew how your jobs worked. "Gonna get changed." You rushed upstairs.

You had barely taken off your dress that your husband merged inside. "It was him, wasn't it?" He asked, angry.

"He's the team leader, he gets the calls and then calls us, so yes." You put on some pants.

"How do I know it's really about work?"

Onto the shirt. "Our families are here. Do you think I'd give up on them?"

"No, but you'd give up on me. You are."

"Stop." You opened the door, and walked away but your husband stopped you right next to the stairs.

"Don't go, stay here with us, with me."

"It's my work, I have to go."

"Work, yeah right." He was raising his voice. "You just want to see him."

"I said stop it!" You tried to pull away but he wasn't letting go of your arms.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?" He yelled.

"Let go of me!"

You fought him off, and that was all you remembered but it went dark.

Alden knew something was wrong and so did the team when you never showed up at the crime scene. They all tried to call you multiple times for hours until finally someone picked up when Alden called one more time. "Sweetheart, hey, is everyth--"

"I'm sorry, do you call all of your colleagues 'sweetheart'?"

"Hmm." Alden didn't recognize the voice on the other side but it definitely wasn't you. He suspected the woman to be your mother. "Why isn't Y/N answering? Is she okay?"

"She's at the hospital." Alden's heart stopped at this moment. "She fell down the stairs while she was getting ready and hurt her head. I just got back to the house and found her phone."

"Oh my god," his heart was pounding. "Which hospital is she at? She's gonna be okay, right? The injury isn't too bad?" Nick who was hearing the conversation, called out the rest of the team to approach.

"She has a mid concussion, they are keeping her overnight but she's fine."

"Thank god!" Alden exclaimed uncontrollably. "Which hospital? I'll go see her--"

"No."

"No?"

"She's a married woman, so you need to stay away from her."

"Ma'am--" he tried to talk, say something, anything but your mother kept going.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but it honestly doesn't matter. Whatever was going on between you and my daughter, it ends now. As her superior, and a man old enough to be her father, you should be ashamed."

"Ma'am!" He tried again.

"You know what, you should quit. But if you don't, I'll make sure she doesn't come back to NCIS. It'll be for the best anyways, this job takes too much of her. And it's not taking her marriage. So don't come anywhere near her, and have Nick call next time." She hung up.

Completely stunned, Alden had to sit so he opened the car's door and let himself fall onto the seat. The team was staring as he covered his face and rubbed his eyes. "Parker!" McGee brought him back to reality.

"Yeah, um. She fell down the stairs apparently and has a concussion. They are keeping her at the hospital for the night."

"Okay, move Park, I'm driving." Nick said, waiting for Alden to leave the driver's seat vacant.

"I don't know which hospital. Tim, please tell me you got your laptop?"

Luckily, Tim did have his laptop, and they checked every hospital admissions until they found which one you were at. Nick did drive himself and Alden, while the other had to stay behind to finish up on the crime scene. The team leader didn't say a word during the ride, and Nick respected his silence. He's known about Alden's crush on you for months.

After a few hours and multiple exams, the medical team finally put you in a room. The doctor asked you to not sleep for now, even though you were exhausted and in pain. Your dad joined in, and you were relieved to see that he was alone. "You scared the shit out of me, babygirl." He said, gently kissing your temple. "I'm glad you're fine. The doc doesn't want you to fall asleep just yet, so we're gonna talk, okay?"

"Dad, I don't want to talk right now."

"I need to understand what's going on. You know I'm not judging you and I never will, but did you have an affair with that new guy in your team?"

"That's what he told you?" Your dad nodded.

Of course your husband lied, but you told your father the entire truth. From months ago, to the moment right before you fell down the stairs. You told him about Alden, how you were falling with this man, and how you wanted to be with him and just him. You've been a daddy's little girl from day one, and have always been honest with him, he was kinda hurt you didn't confide in him when it all started, but you know he wouldn't react well.

"Where is he?" You asked eventually, speaking of your husband. "I don't want to see him. Please, don't let him in, dad."

"He's probably getting his nose patched up right now. And I warned him, don't worry. I don't want him anywhere near you." You looked at him, puzzled. "Whether you had an affair or not, I don't care. You fell because of him. Did he--push you, honey?" Your father's jaw was clenched, as well as his fists. He was ready to fight some more.

"No, no! He was just holding me back, I was trying to get out of his grip and the stairs were right there."

Your dad relaxed his fists only slightly, but he didn't have time to say anything.

"You fell because of that motherfucker???"

Alden and Nick were standing at the door.

You never saw that look on Alden's face before, never actually heard him talk this way. Nick wasn't looking any better, very much like your dad, he was ready to fight. Smiling shyly, you extended your hand towards the man you loved. Alden took it, while your father stood up from the bed.

"You two!" You called out your dad and Nick. "You're gonna stay in the hallway, but I swear to god if you go rogue, I'll kick both your asses."

"Yes ma'am!" They both answered, before leaving the room.

"You--" you turned your attention back to Alden, who was breathing heavily. "Sit." He did, and you stroked his beard. "I'm okay."

"You fell, you have a concussion, because of him. That's not okay for me."

"Just hold me, love. Stay here and hold me." He did. "And don't let me sleep."

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[bullet-prooflove]

Here we go! Jealousy with either Alden or Dwayne.

Alden will not admit he’s jealous despite the fact every single person in his orbit knows that he is. It’s in the way his jaw clenches when he sees Commander Ray talking to you, his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. He doesn’t like feeling this way, it's an ugly emotion but the thing is there’s a familiarity in the way that Commander Ray touches you, an intimacy. He knows that the two of you have slept together, that he was the first man who tried to love you after Kris.

“I was the failure.” You had explained to Alden when you were talking about old flames. “I was too raw after the divorce, the wounds were too fresh. We couldn’t make it work.”

It’s been more than a few years since then but he can tell that Commander Ray’s feelings for you haven’t changed. In fact Alden thinks Commander Ray falling in love with you all over again and honestly who can blame him.

You’re a beautiful woman, diligent, smart, compassionate and you’re in a much better place than you were back then.

It comes to a head in the breakroom, Alden’s making coffee when Commander Ray makes an appearance. He offers him one because it’s polite and he knows that’s what you would want him to do. He doesn’t intend to stick around and chat but Commander Ray has other ideas.

“You and Lisa are pretty close right?” He asks Alden as he adds the creamer to his mug.

“You could say that.” Alden replies as he takes a sip from his coffee cup.

“I’m thinking of taking her to this little Italian place tonight.” He tells Alden as he picks up a sugar cube and deposits it into his cup. “Trying to rekindle the flame.”

“She does like pasta.” Alden remarks with an amused expression on his features because he knows whatever Commander Ray has planned for you, it won't be happening.

Commander Ray tilts his head towards Alden, he takes in his demeanour, his body language.

“You don’t like me do you?” Commander Ray ventures and Alden crosses his arms over his chest.

“No, I really don’t.” He tells the other man.

“You wanna clue me in?” Commander Ray asks. “Or do I have to guess?”

“Lisa, the woman you’re trying to fuck.” Alden explains as he holds up his hand to show Commander Ray the platinum wedding band on his finger. “She’s my wife.”

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[novamariestark]

Slip of the Tongue - Alden Parker

Summary: You accidentally call Alden his pet name in front of the team

Warnings: None, except maybe, use of a pet name

Word count: 1681

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

[A/N] I've been working on this for weeks and it didn't really end up as well as I pictured it in my head but I am happy that my lazyass brain let me write something.

You hadn’t meant to say it. It was an accident. Just a slip of the tongue. You knew for sure that Nick was never going to let you live this down.

You and Alden have been together for about six months and for the sake of your professional relationship, you kept it secret. At least you did. It didn’t take an investigator to figure it out.

You all hadn’t long come back from a crime scene and whilst you were there, you spotted someone suspicious. His body language set him apart from all the other onlookers. That’s when Gibbs’ voice popped into your mind.

Rule 35: Always watch the watchers.

You were the team’s profiler and one of the best. Many agents came by and asked for your thoughts on possible motives or to observe an interrogation. Your journey into psychology and profiling began when you were just 15 years old. When you met Ducky. At that time, he was in the middle of his pursuit of his master’s degree in psychology. The world of the human mind had held a certain mystique that had captivated you from the start, just as much as Ducky's stories did.

When Ducky decided to retire as ME, he personally chose you and Jimmy as his successors. You initially apprehensive about taking that role given the size of the shoes you had to fill but Ducky believed that you were both more than capable to do the job. As it turned out, he was right. As usual.

When you got back to your desk, you immediately started to investigate the onlooker you had seen. You started to run him through facial recognition hoping to find something. Whilst you were waiting for a hit, you looked through the crime scene photos, looking for something you may have missed when you took the photo.

A little over an hour later, your computer beeped, and like meerkats, the team all looked up from their tasks.

“Ooh, sounds like [Y/N] has something,”

You shook your head, you hadn’t found anything, just the name of the onlooker, “No, it’s just an e-mail, ignore it,”

The team exchanged glances but didn’t push any further. You turned your attention to your “e-mail” and began scouring databases, cross-referencing information, and followed his digital trails, determined to find out if he had anything to do with it.

Soon you find out that he’s got a lengthy list of offences, violent ones, “McGee?” you spoke up, shifting in your seat to look at him.

“Yeah?” he asked looking away from his screen giving you his full attention.

“Have you looked into the wife yet?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.

McGee couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't tell me you're following Tony's logic," he teased, referring to their former colleague's penchant for the saying, "It's always the spouse."

You joined in the laughter, shaking your head. "No, just wondering. I mean, I could if you're busy,"

McGee scrunched his eyebrows at you, “Okay, what are you working on over there?” he asked getting increasingly curious.

You glanced around the room and noticed that the entire team had turned their attention to you. You sighed and then looked back at Tim. "Rule 35," you said simply.

“Really? Someone set off your spidey sense?” he asked, you nodded in response.

“Care to share?” Alden asked, “What’s rule 35?”

You chewed your lip, would he be annoyed you kept this to yourself? You opened your mouth to answer but McGee beat you to it.

“Uh, Gibbs’ rule 35. Always watch the watchers,” he explained.

“I uh, saw a man in the crowd of onlookers. His body language was different than everyone else,” you explained further, “It was just a hunch, if it led anywhere, I would tell you guys,”

“And did it?” Alden asked, standing up from his desk and walking over to yours. You looked up at him. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to concentrate at all with how damn sexy he was. All. The. Time. But you did.

“Um, the guy I saw has a restraining order against him by a Naomi Fisher,” you shrugged, “I know that’s the first name of the victim’s wife and…” you stopped when you saw a look on his face, one you couldn’t decipher. Not that you’d tell Nick that, “I’m sorry, I just thought that it was suspicious, I should have told you,” you looked down at your hands on the desk, at the keyboard, anywhere away from his eyes. Beside you, you could hear the clacking of McGee’s keyboard.

“Naomi Wilkes’ maiden name is Fisher,” he spoke up with a laugh.

“Oh, come on,” Torres groaned playfully from the other side of you, “How am I supposed to kiss ass if you’re always using your superpowers?”

Alden smiled at you, “Good job,” he said before turning to walk away.

“Thanks, daddy,” you said, immediately clasping your hands over your mouth. Alden stops dead in his tracks.

The office fell into a stunned silence, and the team's jaws dropped making it clear that they had caught your slip up. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what you had just said. Oh shit. Why did you say that? Because he praised you? Was that your weakness?

What the hell, of course it is. You were surprised you lasted this long.

You quickly looked at Alden, "I'm sorry, Alden,"

He gave you a subtle, reassuring smile, “It’s alright, [Y/N]”

Jess exchanged a knowing glance with Tim, who wore a subtle grin and Nick was trying and failing to suppress his laugh.

“Okay, stay focused still got a case to solve. Everyone back to what they were doing,” Alden said returning to his desk, “[Y/N], create a profile on your onlooker,” he said with a smile.

You smiled back, “Sure,”

***

You delved into both his and Naomi’s background, their relationship going as far back as pre teen years. They dated, he got multiple arrests and she filed a restraining order against him 5 years ago after he almost killed her little brother. He is currently out on parole. You found the number of his officer and rang them up. After the call you find that he’s missed his appointment with his parole officer and can’t be found. You decided to call metro and ask if they could place some officers outside Naomi Wilkes house just in case he returned.

“Okay, I’m done,” you said standing up, you faintly hear Nick mumble ‘this’ll be good,’ he enjoyed watching you analyse things, as did everyone else. Especially Alden, he found it completely sexy.

“His name is Jon Milton. He was recently released from prison on parole however his parole officer doesn’t know where he is. Anyway, he has an obsessive fixation on Naomi. He is unable to accept the end of their relationship. This is a possible motive for the murder of Craig Wilkes, likely an attempt to regain control over her and may even be punishment for her moving on. He’s narcissistic, he believes he is entitled to her affection, her love, her loyalty. He sees her choices as a direct threat to his self-esteem and he reacts with anger and violence to reassert his dominance. He has a violent history which indicates that he has often resorted to aggression as a means of gaining control. He’s delusional. He’s convinced himself that killing Naomi’s husband was the only way to regain her affections. He also exhibits psychopathic traits. He’s lacking empathy or remorse for his actions. His return to the crime scene to watch Naomi grieve her husband's death demonstrates sadistic tendencies. He derives pleasure from her pain and relishes in his own cruel actions,” you finished your presentation of your findings and looked to everyone.

“I believe he did it,” you added, nodding your head to his picture on the screen, “I also believe he will continue to harm those near her. I called Metro and asked them to have officers posted outside her house,”

As the team mobilized to verify your hunch about the onlooker being the murderer, your investigation took a turn. McGee began combing through stolen car reports, cross-referencing them with camera footage from the victim's neighborhood. Soon, on one of the cameras, he spotted the stolen car, parked on the same street as the victim's residence.

Meanwhile, Kasie, the team's forensic expert, was hard at work analyzing evidence from the crime scene. She finally came across all the prints you pulled from the porch banister. Kasie ran it through the database. It matched the onlooker's known prints. This was another piece of the puzzle falling into place.

As you all pieced together these findings, your phone rang. Your BOLO alert had come back. The onlooker had just been spotted a few streets away from his ex's house. You thanked the man and immediately called the officers that were sat outside her house to warn them and let them know they were on their way.

“He’s just been spotted a few streets away from the Wilkes’ house,”

“Alright let’s move,” Alden said as he started gearing up.

***

Later that night, after you all got back after arresting Milton, you were all back in the bullpen. McGee was getting ready to leave. So were Jess and Nick, but they all noticed that you and Alden weren’t moving.

“So, uh,” Torres spoke up, “Was he playing with his plants or…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” you laughed at him.

“Yeah, please don’t,” McGee begged.

“Okay, okay,” he said walking away, towards the elevator, “Don’t stay up too late!” he called over before the doors shut.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, you knew he wanted to keep it a secret. Well not so much a secret, just he preferred to keep your professional relationship and your personal relationship separate.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alden reassured you again, “At least you don’t have to come up with all these different lies anymore. When Torres asks you to hang out you can just say you’d rather hang out with me,”

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[withlove-amber]

Ballroom Dancing

alden parker x reader

(Y/N) would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little excited to go. The whole of NCIS had been invited as a sort of “thank you for all of your hard work” to the upcoming Navy ball. She had gone dress shopping with Kasie and Jessica, and after hours of trying on, (Y/N) was starting to lose hope that she would find a dress that would make her feel good. But as the trio was walking past a display at a mall, she saw a deep navy blue, cowl-neck, satin dress. It also featured a sheer silver overlay, that looked as though it was starlight made into fabric. (Y/N) didn’t realize she had stopped walking, but let out a small laugh when she heard Kasie say, “We are not leaving this store until you try on that dress.” So try on the dress she did. And the looks on Jessica’s and Kasie’s faces when she stepped out from behind the curtain, said it all. 

“Wow, just wow.” Jessica said, with her jaw almost on the floor. “Words not working.” came from Kasie, who hadn’t blinked since she saw (Y/N) step out. “Can you imagine Parker’s reaction to you in that dress?” Jessica said with a smirk, once she was able to pick her jaw up from the floor. Needless to say, (Y/N) bought the dress that very same hour. (Y/N) had also practiced curling her hair in preparation for the ball, as well as practicing walking in heels. Since tonight was the night of, everyone thought it best to just get ready at NCIS. Everyone was happy there wasn’t a case, to provide extra time to look extra good. Kasie’s ballistic chamber had been turned into a changing room, with the addition of a small curtain to provide a bit of privacy. 

‘Ding!’ (Y/N) checked her phone, and saw a text from Torres, saying the team was waiting for them in the bullpen. “Ooh, alright girls, we gotta go. Everyone’s ready.” (Y/N) said, grabbing her clutch and walking to the door. When the 3 exited the back elevator, all eyes were on them, followed by multiple proclamations of ‘wow’ and a couple of whistles from Torres. Kasie and Jessica looked incredible, but (Y/N) felt just as beautiful as she looked. She immediately searched for Parker out of habit, and it took everything in her to not say ‘hot damn’ when she laid eyes on him. He was wearing a fitted tuxedo, and his suit jacket just so happened to match her dress perfectly. 

(Y/N) wasn’t exactly sure what to do at these events, so she just tagged along with Kasie and Jessica to the bar in the hotel, where the ball was taking place. After a couple hours of dancing with her friends, (Y/N) sat at a vacant table nearby with a glass of champagne. She glanced at a dancing couple who looked so in love, and she started to daydream about herself and Alden dancing like that. Sure, there were cute sailors sweeping women off of their feet, but the only man (Y/N) wants to sweep her off her feet, is Alden Parker. She wondered if her feelings were as one-sided as she thinks they might be. Earlier before they left the bullpen, she felt him gently grip one of her hips, as they took a team photo to commemorate the night. Maybe it was a sign?

She didn’t have to daydream and wonder for long, as the very same silver-haired man that had captured her heart, made his way over to where she was sitting at the table. “If I’m being honest here, I don’t really know what to do at these things.” he confessed to her with a small laugh. “Neither do I, Parker, this isn’t really my scene.” (Y/N) replied. They were sitting so close, their shoulders brushed up against each other’s. Alden was trying to ignore the sparks he felt when she looked at him with a gentle smile, so he decided to make conversation by pointing out that Torres had danced with 3 different women in the span of only 2 hours. 

In the middle of the conversation, the song that was playing changed to “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. “I love this song.” (Y/N) said, now softly swaying side to side. He decided in that moment to make a move on the woman he’s had a crush on since he started working at NCIS. “Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand for her to grab. “I’d love to Alden.” They made their way to the dance floor, ignoring everything else in the ballroom except each other. She melted inside when she felt his gentle touch on her waist, and his gentle touch while holding her hand. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Months of daydreaming about Alden, had nothing on the real thing.

They moved closer and closer to each other, so there was almost no space between the two. They had also made their way to the center of the dance floor, and neither of them had realized their friends had stopped dancing, and were now watching them like hawks. As the song went on, she thought about closing the gap between them, and it seemed he had the same idea. They were now standing so close, their chests touched, and their noses oh so softly brushed each other’s. ‘Close the gap. Just close the gap.’ (Y/N) thought over and over and over again. Alden was thinking the exact same thing, over and over and over again in his own mind. So close the gap they did. And when they reluctantly pulled apart for air, they could hear the team saying, “I knew it!”

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[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.

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[toby-35]

Alden Parker x reader

Hello! another fic here! this time with Parker. I've fallen in love with the guy, so do enjoy. <3

Word count: 2407

Overview: Late night trip back to DC, staying in a hotel when things get hot.

Warning: Smut. A lot of it. 18+

Honestly not proof read but do enjoy!

It was a long night on the road heading back to NCIS, with it being completely pitch black and cold outside, you and Parker had agreed to grab a place for the night so you could both catch up on sleep and be awake for the rest of the journey tomorrow.

You opened the door to the only room you could get your hands on. “I’ll take the sofa thing-” you walked over to the sofa bed and placed your bag down.

“Nuh uh- you take the bed; you’ve done a lot of work today and need the good night sleep” Parker suggested.

“Really? Says the man that literally chased a guy 4 blocks” you quipped back.

The two of you stood there staring at each other. It was true, you had both had an exhausting day of catching criminals and the driving just didn’t help the fact. Parker put his hands on his hips. “Take the bed” his face deadpan staring at you.

“Either you take the bed or neither of us do” you responded, not acknowledging him staring at you.

“We’re both responsible adults- how bout we just share the bed? Its big enough” Parker suggested, you turned around and shrugged. “Which side do you want?”

Parker shook his head. “Just pick your side and I’ll go on the other one” You put your hands up in surrender, the pair of you could have gone on all night, who’s having the bed, which side, how many pillows, who hogs the blanket. But you both caved because you were both admittedly too tired to care.

You headed into the bathroom to clean up and wind down for the night, brushing your teeth and going to the loo, when you came back into the room, you were wearing your pj’s, you got into bed on your preferred side and got comfortable. “Damn why is it so cold?” You asked shivering under the blanket and pulling it right over you. “Its winter” Parker replied as he got on his side, he however was wearing a nice grey t-shirt with his boxers, how he wasn’t cold surpassed you.

After an hour of sleep or so, you woke up absolutely shivering cold, you got up and used the loo again while you were awake, you came back into the room and grabbed the jumper that Parker had been wearing earlier, it was quite thick so hopefully it would keep you warm. “Sorry parker” you thought to yourself as you put it on and then got back in bed.

You curled up with a pillow and tried to get back to sleep, albeit a little warmer with Parker’s jumper. He in the meantime had taken off his t-shirt because he got too warm. “You alright?” a voice peeped up, Parker, still awake. You turned over to see him looking at you.

“Freezing cold” you said with a shake in your voice. You tried closing your eyes again to go back to sleep. “Is that my jumper?” Parker asked recognising it in the dark somehow. You hummed in response, not opening your eyes.

“Well, if you’re so cold come cool me down, I’m roasting” Parker suggested, hoping you’d come lay closer to him. You caved, you needed all the heat you could get, you shuffled over to Parker, resting your head on his chest and cuddling him, his arms wrapped around you. “Better?” he asked quietly, again you just hummed in response. You closed your eyes and began feeling yourself warming up ever so slightly.

You moved your head slightly to look at Parker who was looking at you. You shared each other’s gaze for a while, not saying anything, it wasn’t awkward, you were surprised. You hadn’t realised but you were both leaning in towards each other. Your lips brushing, feeling each other’s breath on your lips. Your hand that was on Parker’s torso began slowly moving up towards his chest, your lips touched firmly, a slightly quiet moan escaping both of you as the kiss began, Parker moved his hand from your waist and began moving it up your back, pulling you ever so closer. Your hand moved from his chest to his hair, making a mess of it as you kissed. You moved a leg so it was over Parker’s.

Parker had a hand on your cheek, kissing you ever so passionately but gently, you let out a moan in the kiss which only spurred him on more. Without the both of you realising, both of your hips were making movement. With your hand still in Parker’s hair you began to lean back and rest you back on the bed, while bringing Parker closer to you, he got the memo, he placed himself over you ever so slightly, still kissing you, he made his move, his hand started trailing down from your cheek to your breasts. He stopped for a moment and parted his lips from yours, you made a slight groan as he pulled away.

“Are you okay with this?” Parker asked, being very attentive and making sure you wanted to go further. “Yes!” you breathlessly replied, pulling his lips back to yours. He needed nothing else, his hand going down to your waist and under your tops. His hand made its way back up, his hands were very gentle, he placed his hand on your breast, he perked up even more when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. You let out a slight groan “oh- Parker” you let out. His hand made its way back down from your breast and down to your waistband.

“Alden-” he corrected you, his voice soft, his hand making its way under your waistband and below, the slight coldness of his hand made you tingle, your hips thrusted up making his fingers touch you, he made circles on your clit before slowly inserting one of his fingers, he gently moved his finger in and out before inserting another, your eyes closed as your head went back into your pillow. “Alden...” you let out in a whisper. Your hands moved from the back of his head to his cheeks.

Alden pulled his fingers out of you as he kissed you, he inserted his fingers in your mouth, you sucked your juice off his fingers and then he kissed you. He placed himself in between your legs, his bulge against your entrance. He placed his arms under your back and pulled you up close to him, sitting you up, he pulled off his jumper and your top at the same time, revealing your bare chest, he held you close to him, he gently placed you back on the bed and towered over you, kissing you, his kissed made their way from your lips down to your chest, peppering kissed all the way down until he got to your breasts. He licked and sucked your breast as he squoze them, he hummed against your breast. You let out little noises of pleasure, your hands back in his hair, gripping it in your hands.

Alden slowly made his way down from your breasts, still giving them a squeeze as he made his way to your waist. He pulled at your waistband; you lifted up slightly so he could pull them off. He threw your bottoms off the bed and got back to business, he kissed your thighs and got closer and closer to your entrance, he began exploring you with his tongue, you had a grip of his hair, directing him where to go, his tongue entered you, your grip got a bit tighter and you let out a moan.

He hummed against you as he explored you, your hips moving to get maximum pleasure. “Alden, oh my god-” he hit the spot he kept going, going a little faster, making you make so many noises. Hearing them turned him on even more, he had a little more fun and then came back up to you. Kissing you with everything he had, his bulge against you, you wrapped your legs around his waist and let go of his hair as he kissed you and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, palming his hard from the outside of his boxers, he groaned in the kiss.

Your hand made its way into his boxers, taking a hold of his hard made him groan loudly, his head whipping back, his eyes squeezed shut. You began stroking his cock, touching the tip with your thumb, that made his quiver. “Fuck- (Y/n)” you sat up and moved back slightly when Alden sat up, you pulled down his boxers and let out his cock, before he knew it, you were going down on him, excited noises coming from the back of his throat, you took him whole, his hand rested on your head, guiding you into a rhythm as he gently thrusted himself in your mouth. You moaned against his throbbing hard on, sending vibrations through his body. You slowly pulled yourself away and began kissing around his cock as you stroked him, his head moving back again.

When he regained his strength, he leaned down and kissed you, tasting himself in your mouth. His lips parted from yours. “I want you Alden” you breathed out against his lips. He wanted to take you right there and then, but without protection he wouldn’t. He got off the bed and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms around his neck, his hands on your ass. He kissed you while he made his way over to the sofa bed where his bag was, he placed you down for a moment while he looked in his bag, while he was leant over you kissed his hard, distracting him, he very quickly found some protection, he ripped open the wrapper there and then, he began fiddling trying to put it on, once he had the condom on he picked you back up and placed you on the edge of the bed, you were sat in front of him, he kissed you gently as he placed himself against you, you reached down, holding his cock and placed him against your entrance.

Alden slowly entered you; he moved in and out very slowly to get you comfortable and then he began picking up the pace, finding his rhythm, you both moaned lightly as you lay back against the bed, Alden leant down and kissed you as he thrusted but the pair of you were making so much noise your lips could barely stay together. “Al...den” you loudly moaned. Alden picked up his pace, you were fully taking him. He loved it when you shouted his name, it enticed him. His head was in you neck, biting and kissing you neck. “Lay down” you whispered in his ear.

Alden didn’t need telling twice, he pulled out of you and climbed onto the bed, laying on his back in the centre of the bed. You straddled him, placing his cock inside of you, taking the lead, you moved your hips against him, leading him to hit his head into the pillows, his hands landed on your ass, squeezing it tightly, he took over the lead, he thrusted himself inside of you, pulling you against him, your chests touching, he wrapped his arms around you and fucked you, hard. Both letting out noises and words that didn’t make sense, “Yes!” you let out, you placed your head in his neck, kissing him and moaning his name. he picked up his pace, fucking you with everything he had.

You were both coming to your climax, Alden turned you over and placed you on your back, he was towering over you as he finished, kissing you all over. He finished inside of you gasping as he did, “baby-” he whispered. He could see you were almost there but not quite; he fucked you a bit harder with everything he had left as you started moaning loudly “Alden- yes! I’m-” Alden pulled out of you and moved his head down to clean you up, you came in his mouth as he sucked and finished you off, his hand on your breast, your hands in his hair. Once he cleaned you up, his lips made their way back to your lips. He lay down beside you, kissing you and holding you close to him.

“you’re perfect” he said in between kisses. “Have you warmed up?” he asked with a smirk. “Yes- thank you Alden-” you responded with a smile. Alden had a smirk laying across his face, he was very obviously proud of himself, he got off the bed and headed into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and wetting it with warm water. You were confused when he left the room but he came back and cleaned you and himself up.

The pair of you managed to get comfortable again and settled, you cuddled up to each other, he held you close, you rested a hand on his beard, stroking that until you both fell asleep. Neither of you had realised until you woke up the next morning.

Both of your phones were going crazy, Alden picked his up while you were asleep. “Parker” he whispered. It was the team wondering where the two of you were, Alden handled it and then ended the call. Neither of you had moved in your sleep during the night so your head was on Alden’s chest. He placed a kiss to your forehead and moved your hair out of your face.

“Good morning sweet” Alden said quietly as you began to wake up, you ‘buried’ your head more in his chest, you were sleepy and didn’t want the night to end. You looked at him. “Good morning, Alden” you mumbled. The two of you just shared a stare. Alden placed a kiss on your lips, your body tingled like it did the night before. “Well, that puts the rumour to rest” Alden said. You looked at him with a smirk.

The chemistry you and Alden had at NCIS made everyone thinking you were dating, either that, or sleeping together. “When we get back to DC, I’m making you dinner” you told him. He pecked your lips with a smile. “I can’t wait”

The pair of you got dressed and headed out, getting in the car and driving the rest of the way back home. The next few days were going to be interesting.

-Seagull

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Catch me (Alden Parker x Reader)

•• An Anon way back in July requested a fic where Alden helps the reader through a panic attack. It's kinda short but I hope you all enjoy! ••

“ALDEN!” You found yourself screaming as the suspect pushed you off the roof of the building. Pure instinct kicked in as you somehow grabbed the edge of the parapet. You wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Your whole body slammed against the side of the building, the muscles in your shoulders tight. You couldn't see where the suspect had gone but you assumed he ran back down into the building. With any luck Alden would catch him. You, on the other hand, might not make it. It was a straight shot to the sidewalk below. Hitting the concrete wouldn't exactly be painless. “ALDEN!” You screamed out again as you tried to adjust your grip as you felt your fingers slipping. “ALDEN! I’M SLIPPING!” Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Were you yelling loud enough? Could anyone hear you? You watched your own hand helplessly. You were hyperventilating by the time you saw your fingers release. You fell.

“NOT ON MY WATCH YOU DON’T!” The tears falling your face blurred your vision as Alden gripped you tight with both hands. He pulled you up until he could wrap his arms around your body and heaved you back over the side onto the rooftop. “(Y/n), are you okay?” You wanted to answer him, but no matter how deep of a breath you took you couldn’t fill your lungs let alone talk. He stared helplessly down at you until something clicked in his head. “Are you having a panic attack?” You nodded. “Alright, baby try to follow my breaths, alright?” You nodded again. He breathed in, you breathed in. He breathed out, you breathed out. You never took your eyes off him as he worked you through it. You were still taking sharp breaths, but you found yourself able to speak, although rather shakily.

“T-Thank you, A-Alden.”

“Sssh.” He put a finger to your lips as he helped adjust you to sit in his lap. “Don’t try and talk right now. Try and get your strength back so we can get off the roof. Looks like there’s some rain heading this way.” You chuckled before leaning into him. You put your head over his heart and listened to it beat deep inside his chest. After another minute your breathing was back to normal, and you sat up and got up onto your knees and stood back up. Alden never left your side as you descended the stairs. He almost caused you to trip a couple of times.

“Alden-“

“I know, I know, sorry.” The rest of the team was waiting in the doorway. Normally this building would be bustling with tourists, but the hotel was under some extensive renovations. That’s why the suspect had thought it would be the perfect place to hide. It was, until you all showed up. It was also your stupid ass that went up to the roof alone. Alden wasn’t mentioning it now, but you were sure you’d get a scolding later.

“What happened to the suspect?” You asked. McGee pointed to one of the cars outside.

“He’s in the backseat of the car. Don’t look at him, though.” You blinked.

“Why?”

“Parker smashed his nose in.” You turned to Alden with a slap to his chest. His face pinker than a rose.

“Alden! You dumbass! That could cost you your job!”

“I needed to know what he did to you. The bastard was laughing as he was running down the stairs. Said he was waiting to hear your scream as you hit the pavement.” You huffed and he nudged your shoulder. “I care more about you than I do my job.” You smiled.

“Good.”

“Alright, now that this case is settled let’s process Mr. Smith here and call it a day.” Alden put his arms around you and leaned into your back. “What do you say we bring out that bottle of wine we’ve been saving when we get home?” He whispered into your ear. You had to stop yourself from physically melting. Alden knew just how to get you going.

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Just a little thot I had. Imagine Alden showing you his green house cause you're a plant girly and you tell him it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen. And he says something to the affect of its gorgeous now that you're in it, and then he fucks you in the moonlight surrounded by his gorgeous plants 😍

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Sea, sex and yatch

Originally posted by navalcriminalimagines

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” The entire team turned around to look at Nick, as they were walking all together back to the squad room. The federal agent looked at Tim McGee before pointing at the stairs, where you going up, towards Director Vance’s office.

“Oh, this should be good!” Tim chuckled.

“What’s going on? Who’s this?” Jessica asked, as they all got to their desks. Alden stayed silent but waited for the answer too.

“This woman going to Vance’s office worked with us for about a month a few years back,” Tim told, turning on his computer. “She was a probie and this guy,” he said, pointing at Nick, “kept flirting with her.”

“Uh-huh,” Jess chuckled. “Did she flirt back?”

“Jess, come on.” Nick shrugged his shoulders, like the answer was obvious.

“She did but she clearly wasn’t interested in anything more,” Tim corrected.

“How do you know we didn’t—?” Nick asked, a bit offended.

“Did you?” Tim raised his eyebrow and Nick stayed silent. Everyone chuckled.

“So I guess you don’t know why she’s here?” Alden asked, fully aware of why you were there.

A couple of days earlier, Vance asked Parker to come meet him in his office and told him he was assigning someone to the team. Vance told him about you, your path, and why you were joining their team. Alden was still adjusting to the agency and his new position, but he was glad that Vance valued him enough to give him a heads up.

Alden just didn’t when you were starting with them, until you came back downstairs alongside Vance and that he made the official introductions. “Some of you already worked with Agent L/N, and I have no doubt that this will go as good as it did the first time.”

You totally remembered Tim and Nick, and obviously, you’ve heard of everything that had happened to the team lately. When you requested your transfer back to the DC office, you wanted to work for Gibbs’s team, like you did years ago. However, it wasn’t Gibbs’s team anymore. “I’d request you make some change here. Put the desk back like when Agent Quinn was here,” Vance said, gave a nod to everyone and left. Tim grinned at Nick. It meant that you’d be facing Nick Torres every single day.

“Let’s do this now.” Alden stood up. “What desk and where is it supposed to go?”

Nick was ready to show off his strength and muscles. He started to move his desk at the right angle to welcome yours and while he did, he winked at you. “You haven’t changed.” You chuckled.

“Neither have you.” He smiled.

Tim indicated which desk should be yours now, and him and Alden moved it to its new spot. You offered to help but your new leader refused with a soft smile. So you stayed next to Jessica, watching the men at work. “This is a nice thing to see.” She said. “Welcome to the team!”

“Thank you! Glad to be back home.”

“Where were you before?”

“Agent afloat. So, pretty much everywhere.”

“I was always worried to be assign Agent afloat before joining the react team.” She confessed.

“Oh, you were on the react team? What made you join this crazy team then?”

Jessica went still and you immediately regretted asking. You were about to apologize for putting your foot in your mouth, but the guys were done and Nick pulled out the chair, inviting you to sit.

“What’s Agent afloat, exactly?” Alden asked, as everyone sat back to their desks. “Sorry, I’m still in learning process.” He smiled.

“It’s what you’re doing but on our ships. Constantly at sea.” You explained, knowing the shortest explanation was the most explicit.

“Imagine having Internal Affairs on your ass, 24/7.” Nick added, “Internal Affairs being Angel here, and you being the hundreds of Marines on those ships.”

Alden was impressed, this job must be exhausting and tough. “How did you survive?” He joked.

“I’m cute.”

Yes, you are. Alden thought.

You never minded the flirting with Nick, it always been nice and innocent. But it was never more than this, you never wanted to take this further. Nick wasn’t the kind of man you were interested in, wasn’t someone you could see yourself with. He was too…young and close to his looks.

But when he started flirting again, you gladly responded. To be honest, you didn’t have anyone, and having been a agent afloat for years, this was the closest you’ve come to…something.

You missed it.

You missed having someone, the physical contact, the tenderness and the sex, of course.

But, if you were totally honest, Nick wasn’t the one that had you running. No, it was the silver fox that happened to be your boss. And you felt bad about it, because it was very inappropriate.

Right?

“Seriously, Parker, if you keep bringing those pastries, I’m gonna have to redo my wardrobe!” You smiled, biting into the pastries of the day.

Alden was about to say something, but Nick beat him to it, “Whatever you wear, you look great.”

“You’re saying this because you’ve never seen me in my PJs.” You felt some of the pastries’s cream on the corner of your mouth, caught it with your finger, and licked it. Somehow, while doing this, you had turned to look at Alden who was clearly staring. When he realized you caught him, he refocused on his paperwork.

“Yeah well, whose fault is that?” Nick teased you and you chuckled.

You were a messy eater. Always been and always will be. So, obviously, more cream got out but this time it fell on your shirt. You cursed and a second later, Alden was standing next to you, handing you a paper towel. He wanted to take it off himself, but there was too many people around. “Take off most of it and then you should put use some soap and cold water.” He told you.

“That’s just peachy, I took my gym bag home last night to clean my stuff.” Meaning: you didn’t have any clothes with you.

You started to wipe with the paper towel but it was making a bigger mess. You cursed again, decided to listen to Alden and went to the bathroom. Soap and cold water worked just a little and you couldn’t spend the day with a stain on your shirt. When you got out of the bathroom, Alden was leaning against the wall, holding something in his hand.

“I figured it wouldn’t totally work.” He smiled and gave you what looked like a sweater. “From my go-bag, it’s clean.”

“You sure?” You asked. For all you knew, you could have messed up the sweater too before the day ended.

“Well, do you want to spend the entire day with this?” He asked, and you felt the tip on his finger brushing where the stain was. Barely above your breasts.

“You—“ you cleared your throat, feeling like the air was getting thick. “You’re right.” You managed to say.

Alden’s body was extremely close to yours, you felt towered by him even though he wasn’t much taller than you. You felt intoxicated by his scent, and you were disappointed that his sweater was clean. You’d loved to have his scent on you all day long.

You gently grabbed the sweater from his hand, and your fingers lingering on his. Neither of you pulled away for a moment. “Thank you—Alden.” You smiled.

It was the first you called him by his first name and it was all he ever wanted for the rest of his life. Alden watched you going back to the bathroom, and leaned against the wall again. He considered what all of this meant, and if he should force himself to keep his distance with you. No matter what just happened, if you weren’t interest in Nick Torres, why would you be interested in him?

It quickly went down the drain when he saw you emerging again, with his sweater on you. His mind was total blank. One of his clothes was on your skin. He’d never washed this sweater again.

“I’ll wash it and get it back to you in a day or two.” You let him know as you were walking back to the squad room, side by side.

“No rush.” He smiled. “Looks better on you than it does on me anyway.”

You blushed. Purposefully. Alden noticed. And you knew he noticed.

The sweater may have been clean but it still smelled…very Alden. It was like he was on you the entire day, and you found yourselves inhaling into the fabric a few times. And you kept it longer than two days. Not that Alden asked for it anyway.

But after the hallway moment, you started to pay extra attention to him and everything that happened between you, even the smallest. Like the way he would put his hand on your shoulder whenever you showed something on your computer. Once, he even put his arms around you to type on your keyboard; his face was basically pressed against yours. You could hear him breathing while you forgot what was oxygen.

“Hey, Angel. You’ve been with us for weeks now, but we have yet to celebrate! Dinner tonight?”

You looked up from your computer screen to Nick, and stared for a moment. You weren’t sure what his invitation was.

“I’m not asking you on a date,” he probably saw the confusion on your face. “Yet.” He added with a smirk and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“If it’s not a date, can the invite be extended to us?” Alden asked.

“Are you inviting yourself to our dinner, Parker?”

“I could eat,” he smiled.

“Me too.” Jessica added.

“I’d love to, but some people here have a family.” Tim said.

“Fine, fine,” Nick sighed. “But I clearly not paying for everyone. I just invited Angel in the first place.”

“So not a gentleman,” Alden teased him.

“Does that mean that you’re paying for me, Parker?” Jessica grinned at him and Alden chuckled.

“You know what?” Alden raised his hands in surrender, “Tonight’s on me. Doesn’t matter how many of us it’ll be.”

Jessica happily stood up for her desk and rushed to the elevator, saying that she was going to invite Kasie and Jimmy. “You sure you can’t come with Delilah, Tim?” You asked.

“Already texted her. The issue will be to find a babysitter.”

“Well if you find one, is Parker going to pay for that too?” You looked at Nick and saw some irritation on his face. Then you looked at Alden who was just smiling, like he always was.

“Babysitter’s on me too.” He said and you all laughed. “Yeah I heard it. But you know what I meant!”

Luckily, there was no burning case and Alden allowed everyone to ditch paperwork for the night. You, Jess and Kasie agreed to meet before eight so you’d get ready together. You realised that you’ve been alone for such a long time. It felt amazing to have friends, a family, and maybe…more.

“So, you and Nick— you never crossed the line?” Jessica asked as she was doing your makeup.

“No and we won’t. The flirting is cute but that’s pretty much it. I’m not interested. Plus, I’ve heard about him and Ellie.”

“Yeah, he hasn’t recovered yet.” Kasie said. “If you’re not interested in Nick, are you in—someone else?”

Yes, yes, yes. Alden. Alden. Alden.

But you couldn’t tell them. You still felt like it was inappropriate and that he probably wasn’t interested in you. Yeah there were so moments where you thought that he might, but it felt impossible. Alden was surely into women his age, with experience, that know what they want. You were quite younger than him and you never had a serious relationship, as you’ve at sea for years and before that, you just wanted to have fun. You were convinced that it wasn’t what Alden wanted for a partner.

“No. I mean I just got back to the city, I haven’t really had time to meet anyone. What about you two?” Always asking questions.

“Well, Miss Hines here is having struggles to ask Piper out. She’s not following my advices!”

“Okay, first, Piper is the girl from cyber unit, with the red hair?”

“Yes,” Kasie lovingly answered.

“I thought you guys were already dating! You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“Well, is she busy tonight?”

“No that I know of.”

You and Jessica looked at each other, before looking at Kasie. You stayed silent until she understood where you were going. “You sure? I mean—Parker is the one paying!” You immediately grabbed your phone to send him a text.

YOU: Is it okay if we add another chair?

“Which, by the way, is he loaded or what?”

“Nah, he’s just trying to impress Angel.” You shot your eyes back from your phone to Jessica. “Girl, like you haven’t noticed.” You shook your head no. “You know what? Tonight, I’ll count how many time he ‘accidentally’ touches you.”

You didn’t answer as you got a reply from Alden.

ALDEN: For whom?

YOU: Hopefully, Kasie’s girlfriend by the end of the night.

ALDEN: She’s more than welcome!

YOU: You’re seriously going to pay for dinner for nine people?

ALDEN: And the babysitting!

YOU: You won the lottery?

ALDEN: Sort of 😉

“You’re the lottery. In case it wasn’t clear for you,” Jessica let you know and Kasie approved.

You and the girls already had a few drinks by the time you arrived to the restaurant. You were cheerful and a bit tipsy, but food would help with that. Alden, Nick and Jimmy were already there, at a round table. The married couple was the only one missing - with twins at home, it wasn’t surprising. You found yourself between Alden and Nick - of course.

You hadn’t ordered your drinks yet and Alden’s hand was already on your knee. You didn’t know if he was aware of how touchy he was with you. If he was, he acted really great at hiding it. But it appeared like he was doing it almost mechanically.

Tim and Delilah arrived twenty minutes late and the evening was on.

Alden was glued to you. Whether it was his arms behind you, his hand on your knee and the way he cleaned your lips or chin when you had food on them. At some point, you started to return his gestures.

When you put your hand on his thigh, Alden looked at you, smiled and his eyes went from your eyes to your lips.

There were moments where you completely forgot the whole team was around you. Until Nick flirted with you again, and again. As he did, you could feel Alden tensing up on your right. Nick seemed obviously when Alden’s hand was brushing your shoulder before staying on the back of your neck where he played with your hair. His tenderness was making you all giddy and eventually turned on. So much, that you excused yourself to the bathroom.

When you got out, after staying a moment inside to regain control of your throbbing center, your boss was leaning against the wall, like he did days ago when he gave you his sweater. “That’s you thing?” You smiled.

He didn’t say anything, just extended his hand. You took it and he squeezed before pulling towards him. Still leaning against the wall, Alden had your body pressed against his, his hands on your hips. “You’re not interested in Nick, are you?”

“No,” you admitted.

“Good, because no offense to him, but he wouldn’t know how to treat you right.” His fingers softly moved and squeezed your flesh.

“Would you?” You teased, restraining yourself from moaning and kissing him, here and there.

His hands then moved to your back and he pressed your body even tighter, blocking you. He leaned his face a little, brushing his lips past yours. “Better than anyone had treated you until now.” He whispered. “Let me show you those boys in their thirties aren’t worth it.” He needed your approval, your consent. He needed to hear that you wanted him, just as much as he wanted you.

You felt his beard scratching your skin as he lowered his head a little more until his lips was in your neck. You held onto his shoulders and moaned lightly in his ear. “Dinner tomorrow, but just you and me this time, Silver.” Your breathing was sharp, and you finally did something you’ve dreaming of doing for weeks; you ran your hand through his hair.

Alden threw his head back, following the movement, eyes closed. “All the dates you had before will be considered like trash compared to what our date will be.” He stated, pretty sure of himself.

“I can’t wait for you to rock my world.” You said and then reluctantly pulled away from him.

He didn’t follow right away, not wanting to have the team asking questions. But you heard him say, “Silver?” You chuckled, looked at him over your shoulder and added extra sway to your hips, aware that he was staring.

Neither you and Alden slowed down the touches for the rest of dinner. When you left the restaurant, he had his hand in his small of your back until you reached the cars. Whether the team noticed something, no one said anything.

After you got out of the shower that night, you looked at your phone and saw a text.

ALDEN: I’ll pick you up at 4, we’ll have to drive a bit.

YOU: Where are we going? What should I wear?

ALDEN: Couple of weeks ago, you wore a burgundy dress to going out with the girls. Wear that one.

ALDEN: Please?

YOU: I take it you liked that dress?

ALDEN: Fell asleep thinking about it and dreamed of it.

YOU: Another request, Silver?

ALDEN: So many. But one thing at the time, doll. You?

YOU: So many. But one thing at the time.

ALDEN: haha. Good night then, sweet dreams! 😘

YOU: Good night, A. ❤️

Saying that Alden was nervous was an understatement. Obviously, it wasn’t his first time taking a woman on a date, but you were different. Very different.

Maybe it was the age difference, or maybe that you worked together, or that he was afraid guys like Nick Torres were more for you than he’d ever be.

He wanted to give you the best first date you ever had, even though he didn’t know your past history with men or what kind of dates you already had. But he was convinced that no one did what he had prepared.

Alden picked you up at 4, like he said. You had the burgundy dress on, and it took all of his self control not to take you inside immediately. He didn’t even kiss you on the lips. As a true gentleman, he softly kissed your cheek, offered you the flowers he bought on his way and told you how stunning you were as you put them in water.

Downstairs, Alden helped you getting inside the dark SUV. “Didn’t know you drove a SUV,” you said as you buckled your seat bell.

“It’s a rental.” He told you.

“So, can I know where we’re going now?” You asked after Alden started to drive.

“Nope, it’s a surprise.” He gently put his hand on your neck and you covered it with your own, intertwining your fingers together.

It took about an hour to get to the destination. You were away from DC, away from the noises and pollution and you already loved it. But before you arrived, Alden had asked you to cover your eyes. You tried to get out of it for a moment but eventually caved in.

He helped you out of the SUV and held your hand to guide you. It took you a moment for your eyes to adjust when he took the cover off and when you realised where you were, you looked at Alden, confused. “It’s—closed?”

“Not for us.” He smiled and took your hand.

“Please, tell me you didn’t get the aquarium privatised for us?” You asked when someone opened the side door to let you in. Alden shook the man’s hand, he told you to enjoy and disappeared.

“I didn’t get the aquarium privatised for us.” He repeated with a grin. “You’re a sea person, so I figured—“

“Alden,” you whispered and brought your hand to cover your Mouth. This was unbelievable. It was something that only happens in books, right?

With the sweetest smile on his face, Alden extended his hand to you and asked: “Will you be my guide?”

You spent two hours in the very empty aquarium. There was no one except for some employee - who didn’t bother you at all - and the sea creatures. The fact that he took you to the aquarium was already big, but getting it privatised was beyond everything. Despite spending two hours in there, telling him everything you knew, being his personal guide, it felt surreal. Like it wasn’t really happening. Even if you felt his hand in yours the entire time, his body pressing against yours here and there, his lips against your temple from time to time.

Alden Parker was a dream.

“I have to ask, Alden. How did you manage— this?”

“It’s my hidden talent.” He smirked.

God you wanted to kiss that smirk.

After this incredible moment, you wanted back to the SUV, hand in hand. You both dying to kiss the other but Alden wanted to be a gentleman til the end while you wanted him to make the move.

He helped you inside again, softly kissed your forehead and got behind the wheel. As soon as he had the car running, he instantly put his hand on your thigh, like it was meant to be there, always. And you covered it with yours again. “That was absolutely amazing, Alden. I can’t believe it happened.” You said.

“It’s not over, you know?” He brought both hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles before putting them back down.

“Where to, then?”

He grinned but didn’t answer.

This time you didn’t have to cover your eyes, because you understood only when you were in front of it.

“You’re kidding?” You exclaimed, looked at the thing in front of you.

“No. Ready?”

“But Alden, you get sea sick.”

“It’s not exactly sea sick. I’m good going on this. Are you?”

“Y—yes. Of course. But that’s not yours, is it?”

“No. I negotiated with a friend.”

“So you have friends who owns a yatch?”

He nodded with a smile and you finally started to walk towards the yatch. The crew welcomed you and Alden, and it felt so fancy for you. It wasn’t the kind of things you were used to. You were a sea person - which was mostly why you were working for the Navy - but the boats you were used to were ships and sailboats from when you were younger. You had never been on a yatch before.

“Before I gave the captain the go, I need to know if—you want to spend the night at sea or just for dinner?”

“Are you saying the yatch is ours until tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow night exactly. Your choice, even if you change your mind along the way. It’s just that we may go further away if you want to spend the night.”

“The night, if you promise me you’re good with it? I don’t want you to make yourself do things that—“

Alden couldn’t resist anymore. The concern you were showing for him, even though they were sparkles in your eyes since you saw the yatch, made him lose it and he kissed you. He grabbed your face his hands and crashed his lips on yours. You eagerly responded to his kiss and almost made out on the spot.

The Captain cleared his throat to make his presence known. “Excuse me, Mr Parker, but are we good to go? Which itinerary?”

He smiled at you and answered, “All night.”

Drinks on the deck, dinner inside but with an amazing view over the sea, a bedroom that was the size of your apartment and a bed that could welcome the entire team.

But most importantly, you were with the most charming and loving man you’ve ever met. It would be so easy to fall in love with Alden Parker, you were scared it had already started.

“So tell me,” he said, taking a sip of his champagne. “What was your worst date ever?”

You laughed as you remembered it. “Okay, I was twenty one and he was my professor,” you saw the look of his face, “I know it shouldn’t happened and I wished it didn’t.” You took a sip of your drink. “I had a secret crush on him for a while, and then I noticed that he started with me. Blah-blah-blah, he asked me out. Outside the city, of course. It started nicely, we went to a restaurant, he was a gentleman and I was charmed.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “but his phone kept buzzing. Work, he said. He got outside a few times to answer. And it was annoying. Before dessert, I followed him and that’s when I understood it wasn’t work, but his kids. And his wife.”

“Ouch.”

“The kids didn’t want to go to sleep, so his wife called you so he could helped and stuff.”

“You didn’t know?”

“No!” You exclaimed. “He never wore his wedding ring, he didn’t have any pictures in his office. There was no hints, anything, but that’s not the worst.”

“Lay on me.”

“We didn’t eat dessert, obviously. I asked him to take me home and—the car broke down forty minutes away from home.” Alden pulled a face. “Triple A couldn’t be there for two hours, his wife kept calling. His phone died, so he—had to use mine.” You rubbed your temple, “Long story short, his wife picked us up.”

And Alden laughed. A lot and you did too because the end of that story was priceless. “Tell me she ditched that asshole,” he said, calming down.

“Don’t know, don’t care. I learned later that I wasn’t the first.”

“Wow, what a dick.”

You nodded and grabbed a piece of the fruits that were still on the table. You ate it, grabbed another one to feed Alden. “What was yours?”

“It’s pretty short, actually.” He took a piece of some other fruits, bite half of it and fed you the rest. “So you now know that my family isn’t a standard family, and they have—expectations.” You had your legs thrown over Alden’s lap and grabbed it and your waist to bring you closer to him.

“About who you date?”

“Dated. I’m too old for them to take anymore.”

“Hum, keep going.”

“In my twenties, my mother forced me to go on a date with the daughter of one of her friends.”

“Rich friend?”

“Yes,” he grunted. “She was so annoying about it that I agreed, just to get it over with. I got to date, not overthinking it, not caring about it much. When I arrived to the date, the woman was very beautiful, and it started pretty nicely, like yours.”

“And then?”

“Not even thirty minutes into dinner, she admitted that she thought I would be my brother.”

“Aww, she was set of the wrong brother, it’s not that bad.”

“No, but the sentence ‘No offense but you seem like the kind of nerds that’d still be living in their parents basement when he turns forty.’ wasn’t great to hear.”

“Well, she said ‘no offense’,” you smiled and softly kissed his jawline. “What happened then?”

“I left, without paying the check. Later, she met the right brother.”

“How did it go?”

“They have been married for thirty years, have two kids and three grandkids, so good I guess.” He finished his drink while you shifted to face him.

“That girl is your sister-in-law.”

“Yup.” He accentuated the ‘p’. “She apologized a few times over the years, even though—“

You saw something different on Alden’s face. Something that looked like sadness and you hated it. You needed this look to go away immediately. “Even though?”

“I may not be living in my parents’ basement but I’m in my fifties, divorced and no kids. It’s not that great.”

“That’s not what I see.” You took the glass from his hand and straddled his lap. His hands rested on your hips while you grabbed his jaw to make him look at you. “I see an amazing federal agent,” you kissed him, “a great leader,” another kiss. “A loyal friend,” again. “A smart man,” again. “And the hottest man ever,” again but this time he chuckled.

“Don’t push it,” he let his fingers run up and down your thigh, “Although, I have you right here with me, I must have—a thing.”

“Many things that would make me chose you over a hundred of Nicks.”

Alden closed his eyes and growled. You could feel a bulge between your legs. “I’m trying to be a true gentleman, doll, but it’s getting hard to—“

“It is getting hard,” you teased, palming him through his jeans.

He chuckled and completely gave up on his self control.

He closed the gap between his lips and yours and you kissed like you’ve wanted to kiss each other for weeks. It was finally happening.

Still kissing you, Alden’s hands traveled under your dress while yours worked on his shirt’s buttons. Then he palmed your tits with his paws before taking them out of the dress - you never wore bras with this dress and it was one of the things Alden loved about it. You arched your back and he took the opportunity to find your sensitive spot in your neck like he did the night before at the restaurant. You moaned and he smiled.

He then lowered his head to focus on your beautiful tits. “So pretty,” he growled, and took one in his mouth. Licking, sucking, nipping one and then the other, while you were scratching his scalp and shoulder with your nails.

Alden wasn’t sure how much of foreplay he could handle, so he took your dress off, sending it flying across the boat and it was shortly followed by his shirt. You stayed there from a moment, just holding one another, feeling each other’s skin.

Then Alden carried to the bedroom, where he gently dropped you on the bed, covering you with his body. The kissing started again, becoming more intense by the second. “Jeans,” you whined, and Alden stood up, getting rid of his jeans extremely fast. He kissed you briefly before settling himself between your legs after taking your panties off.

He inhaled deeply before having his first lick. Your body immediately reacted to his tongue and Alden smirked to himself. Then he ate you like a starving man, while pumping in and out of you with two fingers. He smiled at every noises you made, every curse and his cock twitched every time his name fell off your lips. His arm held you onto the mattress as your body started to shake. Your orgasm hit you like a powerful wave, you couldn’t hold back your cries.

“Best dessert ever,” he smirked as he watched you catching your breath. Then he placed a trail of kisses from your pelvic to your forehead.

“God, just let me know every time you’re hungry.” You said, still out of breath. “That mouth, that tongue and those fingers—fucking combo.”

“Parker special,” he chuckled and kissed your shoulder. “Do you want some water?”

“I want my dessert too.”

You softly pushed him to make him roll onto his back. You kissed and nipped his neck, ear and jawline while your hand went down to his hard cock. He moaned from the back of his throat when there was no more fabric between your hand and his length.

You got off the bed, settling yourself between his legs. You licked his head, tasting how salty his precum was. You hummed in appreciation and Alden plopped himself on his elbows to have a better view as you suck his dick. “Doll, damnnit!” His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and then he took the hair off your face. He wanted to see you, and your eyes, as his cock hit the back of your throat multiple times. “Jesus, you need to stop.” He grunted and you did.

“Is it not—“ Alden saw the concern on your face.

“Oh god baby, no! I was about to come!” He grabbed your chin and kissed you.

“So?”

“I need to be inside you, like right now.”

Who were you to deny the man? Plus, you needed him to be inside you more than anything.

“Condom?” You asked and Alden nodded.

He reached for his overnight bag and something hit you. “Hey! Why didn’t you tell me to pack an overnight bag?”

“Well, I didn’t want to scare you or pressure you,” Condom in hand, he got on top of you and kissed your nose and your lips. “Plus, you have a overnight bag.”

You followed to where his eyes were looking and saw a bag you’ve never seen before on an arm chair. “You’ll have to explain that to me after.”

Still painfully hard, Alden struggled to put the condom on, as you kept kissing his chest and squeezing his ass. “Angel,” he chuckled. “You’re not helping.”

You held your hands in surrender and dramatically threw yourself back onto the bed. Alden managed to put the condom on and lined himself with your entrance. “You’re sure, doll?” He asked.

“More than anything.”

He covered your body with his again, his elbows on his side on your head. “Once I’m inside you,” he brushed your lips with his. “We’ll both be ruined for others.”

“This ship had sailed.”

It was all he needed. Alden pushed his cock inside your pussy and indeed, he was ruined for other women. You held onto him like a koala bear as he thrusted deep and hard inside of you. Neither of you spoke. All that could be heard was his skin slapping against yours, and the uncontrollable noises you were both making.

With his cock still inside you, Alden rolled his back, taking you with him. You rode him for a moment, this position bringing you close to orgasm, especially when he rubbed your clit with his fingers.

As you were both close to explode, Alden brought you against him, holding your body as tight as he could. He bent his knees and furiously thrusted. His hold didn’t loosen as he filled the condom and your body shook uncontrollably.

You stayed on top on him for a moment. Your face in his neck, his hands softly stroking your back, his softened cock still inside you, it felt like the time went still.

“How was it for a first date?” He asked after a long moment. He reached for his cock, took the condom off, and put it on the bed.

“So—wow, I don’t even have words,” you kissed him, “but I need you to understand something.”

Alden felt like the other shoe was about to drop. “Screw your money, Alden.” you said, looking deep inside his eyes. “I don’t need big and expensive things like this—“

“I know. I just wanna spoil you, is that bad?”

“No, of course not.” You smiled. “But I’m not that kind of person, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” He put a strand of hair behind your ear. “I have been around that kind of people too often to recognize them from miles away.”

You nodded to that and got off the bed. “So, the bag?”

Alden looked at you from the bed and smiled. Then he told you how he spent the morning shopping for you. “I hope I didn’t forget any essentials,”

“It looks—good.” You said, looking at everything inside the bag. “Clothes? How do you know my size?”

“I described you to the saleswoman? I think that for a moment, she was afraid I wanted to kidnapped you.”

“You’re crazy,”

But it was the most amazing thing anyone had ever done for you.

Yes Alden, you ruined other men for me.

#ncis x reader #alden parker x reader

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hellooo! Bonjour :) I’m so happy to find another writer who writes for Alden Parker, because he’s my new favourite Federal Agent in the crime procedurals I watch. Love your stories! 💙Is it possible to request a SFW fluff story with Alden? Maybe with another agent on the team, where they both love food and try to challenge each other to find the “best meal/pastry of the week?” ☺️

Hey love! 🫶🏻 So happy to have someone else who’s favorite is now our lil man Alden 🥰 He’s just perfect, isn’t he? ❤️ I hope you’ll enjoy!!

Pastries, meals and dates

When Alden Parker brought pastries on his first day on the job, you knew it would work out really well with him. It surprised him when you knew what the pastries were, and where they were coming from. Finding new pastries, making his coworkers discover them was his hidden talent, it was something he was known for in the FBI and he wanted it to be the same at NCIS. But this wouldn’t work with you; he wouldn’t be able to surprise you with those.

Instead, you were the one that surprised him the next day by bringing pastries too. “Let’s see which ones the team likes better.” You grinned at him, putting your white box next to his.

That day, the pastries you brought were gone before Alden’s. “You’re on,” he told you before leaving the office in the evening.

The following week, Alden brought new pastries he spent a long time looking for. The team loved it, it was completely gone before lunchtime. The next day, it was your turn to bring some, and the same thing happened. “So, which ones were the most delicious?” You asked the team.

“Sorry Y/N, but I have to go with Parker’s,” Tim said.

“Me too.” Jessica added.

Alden was grinning at you, and you rolled your eyes. You focused on Nick, who chose yours. “We have to ask Jimmy and Kasie.” You said, practically rushing to the elevator, Alden closed on your heels. In the silver box, the supervisory agent leaned against the wall and looked at you. “You’re stealing my thing, you’re not playing fair, Agent L/N.” He smiled.

“Aw, don’t you have other things, Parker?” You mimicked him on the opposite wall.

“I have many things.” He smirked.

The doors opened, and Alden invited you to get out first.

Unfortunately, you lost that week.

This went on for weeks; you brought pastries one after the other, asked everyone to choose their favorites and counted points. Nobody complained, it was a silly game that allowed the team to eat free international pastries.

But eventually, you switched from pastries to meals, just between the two of you.

One day, Alden invited you for lunch to a nice Greek restaurant. You didn’t ask if it was a date because you were afraid of the answer but it surely felt like one. Alden was a perfect gentleman; pulling the chair for you, asking if you wanted more, if the food was like you wanted it, paying at the end despite your arguments.

The next week, you invited him for dinner to a new restaurant you’ve been dying to try. He insisted on paying again but he didn’t win this time since you were the one who invited him.

“Now we don’t have a team to decide between us.” He said as you were walking back to the car.

“No, but we are both honest people. I was dying to try this restaurant but yours was better.” You confessed.

“I am happy to hear that, thank you for being honest.”

You were walking side by side and you felt his hand brushing yours a few times. You hoped he would grab it and intertwine his fingers with yours but he didn’t. For a moment, you considered doing it yourself but you were too afraid of rejection. This would hurt your relationship you’re building with him and you loved it too much to take that risk.

You and Alden went to different restaurants for weeks, being honest about who found the best one. You loved every second you spent with him. The more you were with Alden, the more you were falling in love with him.

You hoped he would mention if those were dates, but he didn’t. That word never left his mouth.

Jessica and Kasie kept telling you that he was smitten, completely in love with you but you couldn’t believe them. You were afraid to believe them and be totally wrong. At least, until he said so himself or did something that meant it.

It’s been over a month since you and Alden had been going out to restaurants, but this time it felt different. On the drive to the place he chose, he told you that the owner and chef was one of his friends. “It’s a regular restaurant, you probably went there already,” he told you.

“I thought the goal of this was to make the other discover new places and meals?” You asked, confused.

“Yeah, but this one is different.”

“How so?”

“Because I want it to be a date, Y/N.” He took a quick look at you. “If you want it too, of course.”

“Why did it take you this long?”

“Fear, I guess? I was scared to destroy what we were building,”

“Then what changed today?”

“Nick, Tim and Jimmy had been annoying me for weeks. I can’t take it anymore.” He chuckled.

“Same here with the girls.” You smiled.

“So—“ he slowly put his hand on your thigh, giving you the opportunity to ask him to stop if you wanted to. “We could’ve done this weeks ago?”

“Yup, apparently.” You admitted, putting your hand on top of his.

“Well, I don’t regret it. This little game was great, even though I gained a few pounds.”

“You look perfect, Agent Parker.”

“So do you, Agent L/N.”

Now that you knew it was an official date, and after weeks of wait, you didn’t want to wait anymore. When Alden opened the car door for you, you got down, and kissed him before he even could close it. He let go of the door in order to hold you against him, intensifying the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands running through his smooth hair. His hands traveled in your back, and you kissed until you were out of breath. “Couldn’t wait anymore.” You smiled.

“Me neither, but I was trying to be a gentleman.” He chuckled.

“Alden, we lost weeks already. Don’t worry about that,”

“Okay then.”

He pinned you against the car and kissed you again.

#ncis #alden parker #ncis season 19 #ncis imagine #ncis reader insert #alden parker fanfic #alden parker x reader #alden parker imagine #alden parker fic #alden parker x you

[writeandsurvive]

Author's note: this is not proofread, there are probably typos. I hope my teasing didn't get you disappointed with the finale result! Tbh, I didn't know where I was going at first, but once I was in, I just kept adding. Maybe I'll write a little sequel to it, idk. Let me know what you think ❤️

Warnings: hospital, gun shot wound, surgery, complicated family, breakup, cold!Alden, evil!Vivian, secrets and reveals (I don't mean to make Alden's parents as bad people, just very concerned parents who can not not get involved in his life?)

Words count: 5.6k

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Never too late ~ Alden Parker

Alden felt stupid. He knew it was a trap but he still went in, head first. And now, he was in a hospital bed, waking up for surgery, his arm strapped and completely useless. He felt groggy and nauseous. He opened his eyes just slightly, seeing two people in the room. He recognized his father's white hair, as it almost blinded him. And a few feet to the left, he thought he saw you. But before he could tell himself it was the anesthesia and drugs that made him hallucinate, he fell back to sleep.

"He fell back asleep, it'll take hours before he actually wakes up. Are you sure you want to stay here, sir?" You asked Roman.

"I'd prefer to talk to him before going home and sleeping."

Not that you wanted to kick Alden's father out of the room, after all he was more legitimate to be here than you were, but it made you pretty uncomfortable. Roman Parker never liked you, or at least, he never accepted you as his son's girlfriend. Clearly, he wanted his son to get back with his ex wife, and no matter who Alden was dating, he wasn't going to accept her. So, he never gave you a chance to win him over, to show him how much you loved his son and how serious the relationship was. Unfortunately, the ending and the breakup was probably the proof he needed that he was right and you were fairly sure that he told Alden 'I told you so'. You doubted Roman knew the entire truth.

You never imagined you'd find yourself in this situation, back by his side, worrying about him, caring and feeling all those things you thought were gone. But when the hospital called to inform you about Alden being rushed into surgery, you didn't think twice before getting on the road. It was a good thing Philadelphia is only three hours away from DC.

And there you were, sitting by the bed, checking up on him just to make sure he was breathing. Roman didn't have much to say and neither did you so the room was silent except for the machines attached to Alden. His team - whom you had never met - stopped by several times, one of them gave you his number so you could call when Alden was awake. Their case wasn't over just yet, so they still had a lot to do. But you could tell they really care about him, and you were happy he had some nice people around.

His eyes finally opened again. He was grumbling, and whining, and it took several attempts for him to focus on where he was. He saw his dad again, asleep in a chair across the room. "Dad," he called out with a raspy voice but Roman didn't move.

"He fell asleep not long ago," you said, getting closer to the bed and putting your hand on Alden's. He turned his face to look at you, confusion written all over it. "Hey, are you feeling?" You asked softly.

He blinked a few times, looked around, to his dad, the machines, and back to you. "I'm dreaming," he whispered. "Dad!"

"You're very much awake, Den." You pushed some hair off his face. "I'm here."

"You left." He said. You tried to figure out the emotions in his voice, but it was like there was none. It was just a plain statement, and unfortunately, it was true.

"Let's not do this now, okay? Do you need anything? Water?"

He shook his head no, and tried to move but he instantly growled in pain. "Stop touching me." He told you and you pulled your hands away.

"Want me to go get a nurse?"

"If you're insisting on doing something for me, wake up my dad and drive him home." His tone was cold, but could you blame him?

"I offered him a ride several times, he didn't want--"

"Wake him up."

You moved to Roman to wake him up. After the Parker men talked for a moment, his father finally agreed to be driven home by you. The entire ride was silent, except for his directions to the new retirement home. You didn't try to make conversation, the old man was clearly exhausted from spending very long hours in the hospital, worrying about his son's life. Before he left the car, you gave him your number and told him he could call the next day if he needed a ride. You were relieved that he took it without any hesitation.

You drove back to the hospital, but stopped to get some comfort food for Alden. He'd probably not want it, or at least not yet, but you wanted to do this for him. When you got into his room, he was drinking some water and the TV was on. He looked at you like he was seeing a ghost. "Hey," you softly said, putting the food down, "I got you some of your fav snacks."

He looked at the bag and then back to you. "Why are you here?"

"Where else would I be?" You answered, getting closer to his bed.

"Literally anywhere else but here." He paused, taking a deep breath. "How did you even know? I highly doubt my dad called you."

"I'm still your emergency contact."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll change that in the morning. Look, I'm alive okay? In a few weeks, my arm will be like new. So, you can leave now."

"Alden--" you tentatively tried to grab his free hand but stopped yourself when you heard him say, "No! You don't get to show up like this, after all this time, just because I got shot. You don't get to be nice to me, and try to take care of me. I'm a big boy. So you can do what you do, and leave. No need for a stupid note this time."

You stared at him for a short moment, tears threatening to fall. He was clearly avoiding your eyes, just looking at the ceiling. So, you simply grabbed your purse and started to walk towards the door. As your hand reached for the handle, you took a deep breath and turned around. "Believe it or not, but leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I didn't do it because I wanted to but because we were making each other miserable. All we did was fight, we couldn't agree on a single damn thing. Your parents--"

"Don't talk about my parents." He warned you.

"I'm sure they are nice people but they were mean to me, Alden. As much as you could argue with your father, you never had my back when it came to your mother."

"I said, don't." You saw the tears in his eyes at this moment.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You whispered softly, feeling for him and knowing just how much he loved his mother.

"Are you?" He finally snapped and looked directly at you. "Where the hell were you when she passed? Huh? You didn't call, you didn't send a single fucking text!"

"That's not true!" You defended yourself. "I sent you a care package and a long letter!"

"Oh, did you now? Must have gotten lost in the mail." He said, ironically. Clearly, he wasn't believing you. So you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to lock eyes with you again.

"I did." You assured him, knowing it was the damn truth. "I put some snacks in it, your fav bottle of wine, some flowers for your mom and a plant for you. I even put my Metallica hoodie that you always wanted to steal. Did you not get it?" It took him a moment to process before shaking his head no. "Well, have you moved since we--? Cause I sent it to the apartment on--"

"I didn't move."

"Then, I don't understand. I was informed it got delivered."

He stayed silent once more, and you knew he was trying to figure out what happened to that package. "There was no way I would learn about your mom and not do something, Alden. No matter how me and her didn't get along, I know she was the person you loved the most and I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you. I'm sorry you thought I didn't care or--"

"Not your fault for this one, I guess." He sighed. You noticed the tear that was rolling down his cheek and you couldn't help but to dry it with your thumb. Alden closed his eyes at the gesture, and you let your hand rest on his cheek for a moment. You leaned over and kissed his temple softly. "I never stopped caring," you whispered. "Your dad has my number if you want to reach out, otherwise I'll go back to Philly tomorrow night. Take care of yourself and please be careful next time."

You were hoping he would say something but he didn't. So you just left.

As you drove back to the motel, you wondered if you should've told him about everything that was in that care package and in your letter. You remembered every word that you wrote, how you explained why you didn't tell him about the pregnancy - cause he didn't want kids at his age and with his work, and that he was convinced you were having an affair, you were scared he'd think the baby wasn't his - but regretted it every day. Little Noah was still a tiny baby when you sent the package and the pictures, so told Alden he wouldn't remember not having his daddy the first three months of his life. Everything could be set on the right track. You'd come back to DC, do the co-parenting, or whatever. You poured your heart out in this letter, offered countless apologies, and solutions. Since you never got an answer, you figured Alden didn't want to know his son.

In the room, you found your two years old son sleeping on the big bed like a starfish, and your sister by his side, scrolling through her phone. When she saw you, she immediately got up and hugged you. "It didn't go well, did it?"

You told her everything since the last updates you gave her as she made some tea. Noah was deeply asleep, as you softly stroked his hair. "So, he still doesn't know about the little guy?"

You shook your head no, whipping your tears away. "All this time I thought he just didn't care."

"That's crazy. But what the fuck happened to the package?"

You shrugged. "Beats me." Noah moved in his sleep to get closer to you. "I guess I have to tell him again, now."

"Yeah. Face to face this time."

In the morning, Noah woke you up a little before 6am, which meant that you had barely slept for two hours. "It's too early baby, let's sleep a little more okay?"

"'Kay" he answered, but all he did was laying next to you, looking at you like you're the most wonderful thing in the world, and played with your face and hair. But eventually he asked for some milk, and neither of you went back to sleep. Around 9, you went to get breakfast to the diner with Noah and your sister. Your son was very curious about this new place, until he had some pancakes in front of him. Breakfast was going fine, until two people approached your table.

"Agent McGee, Agent Torres, hi!" You greeted them.

"Good morning, you can call us Tim and Nick."

"Alright, um this is my sister Jane, and um my--"

"Mommy! More syrup please?"

You couldn't lie, could you?

"My son, Noah." He barely said hi even after you asked him to, too focus on his food.

Tim started to tell you that they had just visited Alden and he was physically okay, while Nick added that for someone who can never shut up, he was extremely silent that morning. They also said that Jimmy Palmer went to pick up Alden's father to bring him to the hospital. You did your best to remain neutral to that information until they left with their order.

"What do you know about Nick?" Jane asked as soon as you sat back down. You laughed despite yourself, knowing that Nick Torres was exactly your sister's type.

You spent the morning walking around DC, or more specifically around the hospital where Alden was. You answered a phone call from your parents, let them talk with Noah for a bit, who was very happy about being with his mommy and his auntie and not at daycare. As you found a park for Noah to play, you and Jane sat on a bench. "They probably figured it out, you know." Jane said. "I mean, Noah is like Alden's clone. And what's the deal with the Parkers' hair anyways?"

You giggled softly, looking at your son from afar and yes, his head full of hair was all you could see.

"He's almost 3, J. They lost three damn years. Do you think Alden will forgive me? And--"

"Girl, that's not your fault that package didn't reach him! I bet some evil hands got on it!"

"What? Who? Who would do that?"

"His dad was pretty harsh with you--"

"No! I really don't think Roman would do something like this. The only way to know it was from me, was to read my letter. Roman wouldn't have opened the box in the first place."

"Fair enough. Then, was he dating someone back then?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

You looked at each other. You had to visit Alden again.

Your anxiety was so high as you reached for his room, you thought you may faint. Your heart was pounding so hard and fast, but there was no turning back now. You had to tell him, cause he never knew.

You walked into the room after Alden said to come in, breathing heavily. Alden had his bed on a sitting position, and he seemed more alert than the day before. Roman was in the chair next to the bed, and he did give you a slight nod, which you returned. You asked Alden how he was doing and he just mumbled that he was fine. You noticed some of the snacks you brought had been opened and it warmed your heart just a little.

"Why are you here again?" He asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but the door swung open - without a knock first - and the person you really didn't want to see was right there.

"Wow, I thought I was never going to make it!"

Completely ignoring you, Vivian circled the bed to give Roman a hug, before focusing on Alden. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, not earning any kind of reaction from him. You just stood there, staring until she finally looked up to you, “Oh, you.” she said. “What are you doing here?”

You tried to shut all of your thoughts and questions going through your mind and looked at Alden, “I need to talk to you,” you told him.

Before he could answer, Vivian spoke up, “Yeah well, it’s gonna have to wait. In case you didn’t notice, he got shot and–”

“Viv,” he exclaimed.

“What? She doesn’t have anything to do here, does she?”

You heard your name from Roman and looked at him, “I think you should leave.”

You looked at Alden again, hoping he’d say something, that he understood that you really needed to talk to him privately, but he just stayed silent. “Nothing changed.” you whispered before leaving.

You found the first restroom on your way and locked yourself in there to cry. Things were still as they were, he wouldn’t open his mouth to defend you, or at least ask his father to stand down and not get involved. And what the hell was Vivian doing there? Were they back together, or on their way to? You figured he’d eventually find someone, but if that someone was Vivian, that felt like a huge betrayal, as she was one of the reasons things didn’t work out between you and Alden. She was always there, his family never accepted the divorce and it always felt like she needed to have a hold on him. You remember one day when she cornered you and basically said the only reason Alden was dating you was because she let it happen, “If I ask him to get back together, trust me, he’ll leave on the spot.”

Once you had a hold on your emotions, you texted Jane to let her know you were on your way to them. Noah immediately rushed into your arms, asking if you could get some cupcakes, like his auntie promised.

“You have a serious problem with sugar, my love.”

“I love sugar!”

“Yeah, I got that.” you giggled.

It was late in the afternoon when you got a text from an unknown number. ‘You can come. -A’

You told Noah that you needed to visit your friend again, but this time, he was not having it. “Wanna come!” he kept saying, holding onto your neck with his tiny arms.

“You can’t, baby. But I won’t be long, okay?” he shook his head no in your neck. You still started to walk towards the hospital, trying to negotiate with your son.

“I got an idea,” Jane said, “What if you and I go to the shop and find a gift for mommy’s friend? And maybe you’ll find something for you too?”

Noah looked at his aunt and then you. He wasn’t very convinced about it but with one little push, he did agree to let go of you.

You were relieved to see Alden’s room empty except for him. He was standing with some casual clothes on him, a bag was at the end of the bed. “You’re being discharged already?”

“Yeah, I’ll not spend another night here.”

“Alden, are you sure it’s the right thing to do? What did your doctor say?”

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sighed and sat next to him.

“That package I sent you when your mom passed– there was a long letter with it.”

“Longer than your note?”

“Alden, please.” you looked up to him, with tears in your eyes.

“Sorry, but that–really hurt me. More than you know.”

“I can imagine,” you took a deep breath, “And I’m willing to hear all about it, even if you want to get angry at me and insult me, but right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“About that letter?”

“I told you a lot of things in this letter, including one very important thing.” You took your phone out of your pocket, unlocked it and went to the gallery. The last picture was one of Noah that you took a few hours early at the park. Eventually, you showed him the phone. He grabbed it with his free hand and stared at the picture of a moment. “Wh–who is that?”

“His name is Noah.” tears fell down your cheeks but you didn’t care. “He’s my son. And your son.” you said right above a whisper.

Alden’s head started to move left to right, tears were forming in his eyes but he didn’t take his eyes off the picture. He couldn’t believe it and you didn’t blame him. “Alden, I’m sorry.” you kissed his injured shoulder without thinking. “I was telling you in that letter about him, there was pictures too, and since I never heard from you, I thought you didn’t–”

“That I didn’t want to know my own child?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Did you seriously think that about me?”

“What else was I supposed to think?”

“My mom passed away a year after you left. Why wait that long? He was already born!”

“I know, I– I explained everything in the letter and–”

“Yeah well, I didn’t get that damn letter, okay? So why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” he stood up from the bed, and whined a bit as he uncontrollably tried to move his arm.

“You were so clear about not wanting kids and why, we couldn’t be around each other without fighting and I– I thought you were back with Vivian. Look, I made this decision out of heartbreak and I regretted it, okay? Which was why I reached out when your mom passed. I realized that anything could happen to you or to me, and Noah needed both his parents–”

Your phone, which was still in Alden’s hand, started to buzz. “Your sister,” he said, handing you the phone. As soon as you picked up, you could hear Noah crying, “SOS!” Jane said.

Alden was staring at you, and you knew he was able to hear. “I’m on my way, sis.” you hung up.

“They, um, they are down at the gift shop.”

“Your sister and–Noah?”

You nodded, standing up next to him. “Look, there’s no rush, we can–”

“Does he know? Who I am?”

You put your hand over his, the one stuck against his chest.

“He’s not asking deep questions yet, but he did ask about his daddy a few times and I couldn’t lie to him. He’s seen pictures of you, so he may recognize you.”

Alden took a few deep breaths, taking to stop himself from crying. “What did you say about me not–being there?”

“Daddy leaves away from us and can’t visit for now.”

“Better than ‘daddy doesn’t know you exist’.” he said, coldly.

“Alden,” you whispered.

“We have a lot to talk about, but– our son is crying.”

You couldn’t believe that you were on your way to your son with his father by your side. Noah was going to meet his daddy. Alden was going to meet his son. You didn’t think it would go this fast, even though you figured Alden would want to waste any more time. As you approached the gift shop, you uncontrollably grabbed his arm. “You should’ve let me hold your bag.” you said.

“My right arm is fine. Is that him?” You listened and heard little whimpers and a little kid’s voice.

“Yeah.” you breathed out.

As soon as Noah saw you, he ran. You picked him up, holding him tight in your arms. “What’s wrong, baby? What did auntie J do this time?”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” your sister interjected. “Alden,” she greeted the man who was staying a couple of feet away. He briefly looked at her but immediately got his eyes focused on his son again. His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall again.

“She said I could take just one teddy for your friend.”

“I said he didn’t need two of them. One was enough, wasn’t it, Alden?”

It was only then that Noah looked at his father. He stayed silent, just staring at him before looking at you and back at him. Then he approached his mouth to your ear, “He like daddy.”

“Cause it’s him, baby.”

Noah looked at Alden again. “You hurt, daddy?” he answered softly, like it was the most normal thing. Like it wasn’t the first time they were meeting each other.

It took a moment for Alden to answer. “I am, but it’ll be okay. Soon it’ll be like nothing happened.”

“What happen?”

“Huh, I fell and hurt my shoulder.”

“Need a hug?” He offered, since you strongly believed that hugs can solve a lot of things and it was something you were transferring to your son without doing it on purpose.

“I’d love a hug.”

Noah extended his arms, so you moved closer to Alden. “Careful with his shoulder, okay?” you warned him, but he was very thoughtful, only holding on his father’s neck. Then he kissed his cheek and rested his head on the right shoulder. You could see that Alden was fighting the urge to cry, just as you were. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there before, buddy. I’ll never leave you from now on.”

It was nearly impossible to take Noah off his dad after the initial meeting. Even in the car, he wanted to sit on his lap and only agreed to let go as long as daddy sat next to him. Your sister drove to your former apartment, but she needed to get back to Philly and work the following day. “Don’t worry, she’ll take my car if needed.” Alden told her when Jane asked how you’d get back home. You grabbed yours, Noah’s and Alden’s bags from the trunk before your sister said goodbye to the three of you before driving off.

Inside the apartment, Noah wanted to see every room. He asked a million questions to Alden about everything and nothing, and you had to translate a few times as daddy wasn’t familiar with Noah’s own language. His phone rang a few times but he completely ignored it, only focusing on his son and telling him everything he wanted to know. What you were feeling was indescribable.

When you told Noah that his dad needed to rest, he agreed to settle on the couch with him. “Is it okay if I make dinner now?” You asked Alden, “This little guy woke up at 6, and didn’t nap. Won’t take long until he gets grumpy.”

“Go ahead but I’m not sure my fridge has what you need. I can go get something?”

You looked inside the fridge as you heard your son asking his dad if they could watch Paw Patrol. You heard Alden’s confusion when he said sure, and giggled. “Where Netflix?”

“Oh, here.”

“Well, your fridge is indeed very sad. What do you want to eat, Nono?”

“Nuggies!”

“Why do I even ask?”

You grabbed your phone and settled next to Alden, placing the order while Noah explained Paw Patrol to his father.

A couple of hours later, both Noah and Alden were asleep on the couch. You obviously had to snap a few pictures, before picking up your son and bringing him to the bed in the guest room. “Put him on my bed, it’s comfier.” Alden said, half sleep.

“Okay, but I have to stay next to him, he could roll over.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

You placed Noah in the middle of the big bed, got rid of your jeans, socks and bra. Alden got in before you could get under the sheets, and clearly checked out your legs. “Could you be more subtle?”

“I know and remember your body like it was yesterday.”

You chose not to answer, “Do you need to keep the sling?”

“Yeah, for at least a week.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I took the entire week off work.”

“Doesn’t matter, since you’re gonna quit anyway. You’re not going back to Philadelphia.”

As Noah slept between the two of you, Alden asked many questions about your son; his birthday, favorite food, what he likes to do, if he has allergies or health issues, etc. You answered everything, gave him as much info as possible. “And um, does he have a father figure in his life?”

“Is this your way to ask me if I'm dating someone?”

“Maybe. Are you?”

“No. His only father figures are my dad and my uncle. Are you dating Vivian?”

Alden chuckled. “Are we doing this again?”

“Considering what I saw earlier–”

“I'm not dating her or anyone else. I'll admit I hooked up with her a few times over the last few years, but–”

“Great!” You sighed.

“You're gonna tell me that you haven't been with anyone since–?”

“The last time I had sex was probably the night we conceived this tiny human.” You looked down at Noah and played with his hair.

“Oh,”

It was silent for a moment. Alden wanted to get on his side, play with Noah's hair too, reach out for you, but with his arm, he could only lay down on his back and that frustrated him. “What was your breaking point?” He asked, eventually. “Why did you leave that day? And not talk to me?”

“I knew if I talked to you, I wouldn't go through with it. And it was something in particular that made me leave, I was–exhausted. Of the fights, the arguments, the jealousy, and suspicion. It was like we didn't trust each other anymore, for anything. And–” your voice broke. “Maybe it's stupid, but you didn't want to marry me, you didn't want to have kids with me so I just thought – I was temporary.”

“We lived together. That was a huge commitment for me.”

“Exactly. It was huge for you, while it was just natural for me.”

“Okay, I get that. And I'm sorry I made you feel this way.” He turned his face to look at you. He could only make out some of your features. “I was truly and madly in love with you. But I guess I only realized it once you were gone. And then I was so mad at you for leaving.” It was his voice that broke.

“I can't blame you for that part.” You cried. “Do you think it's too late?”

“Too late for what?”

“...Us?”

“It's never too late.”

Eventually you both fell asleep, exhausted physically and mentally.

Of course, you were both awakened by Noah. First, he cuddled and called out for you. “Hey, baby, good morning!” You said, eyes still closed, holding him against you.

“Daddy's snoring.” You listened closely and indeed Alden was snoring. Crazy as it was, you missed that sound very much. “Like pop.”

You giggled, “Not as loud as pop, though!”

“No! Wake him?”

“Hold on,” you grabbed your phone to check what time it was, 7:30am. Alden probably needed more sleep, so you convinced Noah to help you prepare breakfast for daddy and wake him up after. Luckily, there was some eggs and bacon, and pancake batter in the kitchen and in the end, you prepared breakfast while Noah logged on Netflix by himself. It was almost ready when there were some knocks at the door. You opened to find Roman and Vivian, holding what seemed to be breakfast.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, shocked.

“Making breakfast,” you gave her your best fake smile. “Good morning, Roman.”

“Is my son awake?”

“Not yet, I thought he needed–”

Vivian practically pushed you out of her way to get in. You obviously let Roman get inside too. “What is that?” She said, pointing at Noah.

“My son.” You all heard. Alden barely walked into the living area that Noah was running into his arms.

“Morning, daddy!”

“Good morning, buddy.”

“You snore!”

“I do not!” Alden laughed.

The boys didn't have more time as Vivian raised her voice, asking what was going on. You noticed Roman sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at your son, his grandson. “Go watch your show, baby, and we'll have breakfast, okay?”

Then he told everyone to follow him inside the greenhouse. “Don't act so shocked, Vivian.” Was the first thing Alden said. “You knew about Noah.”

“What? You're crazy, how would I–?”

“I remembered a few days after mom passed, you bringing me my favorite snacks, wine, a plant, and flowers.” The exact content of your package. “What did you do with the hoodie and the letter?”

“I don't– I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“The only reason I'm staying calm right now is because my son is in the next room, but look at me and listen to me. I never want to see you again, so you're gonna disappear from my life and my father's. Meaning that from the moment you walk out that door, you will not text or call him, or any other members of my family. And if I learn that you didn't respect that, I'll be far less gentle. Am I clear?”

“Alden, listen–”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

She was crying and trying to get Alden to listen to her, but he only grabbed your waist and held you close to him. When she turned to Roman, hoping he'd listen and defend her, the older man simply told her to leave. Eventually, she did, using the greenhouse's door.

Alden held you tighter, kissing your temple softly. “Dad,”

“Can I meet him? What's his name?”

Noah was very happy to have another grandpa. And it was amazing to see how Roman was doing his best to give him a very good first impression. You all had breakfast together, and you mostly stayed silent, just being overwhelmed about the Parkers boys getting to know one another. After eating, Noah wanted to show Paw Patrol to his grandfather, and Alden took this opportunity to take you to the bedroom. He didn't waste any second before kissing you deeply and intensely. You returned it immediately, holding onto his hair. Feeling like you were breathing again, you only stopped kissing when you heard him making a sound of pain. “My shoulder,” he said.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't–”

“It's okay,” he smiled. “It's worth it.”

He kissed you again, trapping you between the door and his body. “Fuck, I missed you.” He growled.

“Missed you more.”

“We can't do this right now, can we?” He chuckled, out of breath.

“Oh baby, it's gonna be tricky for us to have some privacy now.”

“It's fine. I'm taking all the pros and cons.” He kissed your forehead, “I'm taking you and our little boy. I'm taking it all.”

#ncis #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker fanfic #alden parker x reader #ncis fanfiction #ncis imagine

[bullet-prooflove]

For the NSFW alphabet:

Alden Parker, P, Q, Y, Z

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

I think Alden has always been against sending pictures and videos because he knows the potential damage they can do but then he ends up going a couple of weeks without seeing you because he’s in Germany with Vance and you were giving a lecture in San Franisco before he left.

It starts with you sending a couple of pictures of you in his shirt, the fabric riding up your thighs, top few buttons undone and then escalates into videos and voice messages throughout the day because your in different time zones and schedules.

It becomes a regular thing after that when he’s working home. You in his shirt and nothing else asking him to ‘come play’. Nothing gets him to leave his desk faster.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

I think he’s quiet in terms of sound but I think he gives a lot of praise during your bedroom time. It’s whispers against your skin and deep groans. He says things like, “We’re nearly there aren’t be we gorgeous girl, that’s it like that, just like that, God the things you do to me.”

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?) 

He loves the way you say his name, the way it rolls off your tongue when he has your right on the edge about to come. Hates it when you use his last name because he feels like it creates distance between the two of you.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?) 

There’s a special place on his hip that drives him absolutely crazy, the last time you left a love mark there, he was in your mouth three seconds later blowing his load because it gets him off so much.

Also running you hands through his hair takes him 0-60, you tug just right and he’s hard, pressing you against the elevator wall because he’s desperate to get inside you.

#alden parker #alden parker x reader #alden parker x you #ncis

[novamariestark]

Uncovered

Summary: When your potential targets get apprehended abroad, you and Alden have to take their place and things take an interesting turn

Warnings: 🔞 piv (unprotected), fingering, oral (f receiving), undercover couple, age gap, pet name (daddy), and most likely poorly written smut 😂🔞 [it's 2am rn so prob some errors but I really wanted to post it. Will edit later today 😂]

Word count: 2426

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x reader

You were cursed. You were sure of it. You couldn’t believe what was happening. And you were sure Nick and Jess had something to do with it.

Since your two potential targets were being detained at Athens International Airport, your chances of catching your killer were now slim to none. It was by chance you came across this couple, finding flight information in the killer’s suspected hideout. You decided that you would tail them from the airport and stakeout their house but now that plan is useless.

When all hope seemed to be lost, Nick said a string of words that are dangerous coming out of his mouth, “I have an idea,”

And it was dangerous. For him. Because after this op was over, you were going to murder him.

That idea? You and Parker, who also was subject of your pining for the past seven months, had to go undercover as that couple. Why? Because Nick insisted that you two were perfect, because you were young and Alden was “old” as he said, earning a subtle glare from him. That was bad enough. But at the very last moment, Nick decided to give you a little extra insight to this couple. They were very sexually active.

So not only did you have to pretend to be a married couple but apparently you had to pretend to be an incredibly horny married couple.

Slow and painful, Nick. You’re death with be slow and painful.

Of course, you wouldn’t have a problem “pretending” to be horny when your fake husband looked like he was like a portrait come to life, every line and angle of his face meticulously crafted to mesmerize you.

And to make things worse. It was believed that the killer had some high-tech shit. Things that helped him hear and see things going on in his targets places.

You weren’t looking forward to the fact that you were going to be so close to the man who you were head over heels for but still so far. This was going to be torture and you knew it the second you walked through the front door of your new house.

In the car on the way there, you discussed how you were going to communicate whilst in the house, deciding on either text or paper.

It was awkward the moment that front door closed. Hopefully the killer would chalk it off as jet-lag but neither you nor Alden knew what to do. Neither of you wanted to push the boundaries despite the fact that at some point you were going to have to and it wasn’t like you could have an in depth conversation about it. It was something you wanted to discuss in the car, but you just couldn't bring yourself to.

Your phone buzzed, you reached into your pocket and the screen immediately lit up with Alden’s name.

‘You sure you’re up for this?’

You typed a quick reply, ‘Don’t have much of a choice,’

You gave him a quick nod before walking into the kitchen to make some coffee, “You want some coffee, babe?” you called to him, suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and a pair of lip latched themselves onto your neck and in an instant, you were turned on.

“Coffee can wait, sweetheart,” he told you as his lips moved to your shoulder, his crotch slight grinding over your ass. You couldn’t lie. You wished this was real, but it wasn’t. He was just pretending. His hands trailed further up to cup your breasts, you arched your back, pressing your ass further into his crotch. God how much you wanted it to be real.

One hand moved to grip your thigh. From any other angle, it’d look like his hand was exactly where you wanted it. But it wasn’t. But you still had to pretend it was.

You weren’t the only getting turned on. The sounds you were making although, he thought you were faking them, were so beautiful to him. He wanted to hear that sound on repeat, just constantly. And more importantly, he wanted to be the reason for those pretty little sounds.

All too soon it came to an end. Although, it may have been a blessing in disguise. You were just being tortured of what could be. This continued for the next few days. You were beginning to think that the killer wasn’t there but still. You were also hoping that whilst you were dealing with this torture, the team was actually making some kind of breakthrough so this could end. But no. nothing.

Over those few days, the shows you two put on got hotter and longer. It was literally too much for you to handle and you were literally aching. Desperate for any kind of release.

You were set for another round later that night in your shared bedroom but you couldn’t. the moment he wrapped his arms around you and you felt him start to grind against you, you pushed him away. He was confused. Did he hurt you?

“What? You okay?” he whispered, his fingers gently dance on your shoulder but every touch set your skin on fire. You shrugged his hand off and you felt it fall to the bed behind you.

“I can’t,” you cried softly, “It’s too much,”

“What’s too much, sweetheart?”

“This, I-I can’t,”

“It’ll be over soon,” he sighed. You wiped your tears. You could hear sadness in his voice, as though he thought that you were disgusted to be in bed with him. To be near him. You turned over to face him, he gave you a sad smile when he saw your face. You shuffled closer to him. You had no idea where the confidence was coming from. You couldn’t believe what came out of your mouth.

“Please touch me,”

He was confused, you had literally just pushed him away, but soon realisation hit him. You wanted him to touch you for real. Not pretend like you had been doing this entire time. He reached his hand out but hesitated, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, “Please,” you begged again, it came out as a cry as the ache became increasingly aggressive.

He let his fingers run through your hair and down your neck. You skin felt so soft under his rough fingertips, he ran them down your arm and onto your breast. You moaned, your back arching to push them closer to him. He gently squeezed your nipple over the thin fabric of your vest, feeling the hard nub of flesh between his fingers. He moved his hand to your other breast, cupping it in his palm and massaging it softly.

You whimpered as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples. It was a though your veins were on fire, every touch sending a wave of pleasure through your body. He had barely touched you, yet you felt as though you were already on the edge.

His hand slid down your clothed stomach and down to you tiny shorts, which had been driving him insane, especially since you didn’t wear underwear underneath them so he could see the perfect outline of your ass and your pussy. Not that you knew that. You hadn’t even thought about it.

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his fingers just slip though the waistband of her shorts, and she felt her skin heat up in anticipation. You wanted him to keep going, to explore further down your body. But he stopped, teasing the flesh just beneath it. You squeezed your thighs together, wanting, needing any kind of friction. You grabbed his forearm, your eyes pleading with him not to tease you. He got the message.

“Okay, baby. Lie back,” you did as you were told, you rolled onto your back, his hand still tucked in your waistband. Your legs automatically spread apart. His hands began to slide further down until he felt the wetness on your lips. You gasped as his fingers touch your clit. His fingers begin to circle the swollen bud, slowly. You moaned and lifted your hips, pushing yourself further into his hand.

The moment he slid his finger inside of you, your body reacted to his touch. The walls of your tightness began to clench around him, as if inviting him in further. His fingers moved slowly in and out, teasing you in a way that made you crave his touch even more. He curled his finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out. He slipped another finger inside you, curling them together. You cried out, bucking your hips into his hand again. His fingers began to move faster, sliding in and out of you with perfect precision.

You whined as he removed his fingers, you turned to say something to him, but he pushed himself off the mattress and climbed between your legs. He gripped your shorts with both hands, “Now these are just in the way,” he said, before he slid them off your legs and threw them God knows where. Without giving you time to apprehend what was happening, his tongue replaced his fingers. His tongue worked its magic, bringing sensations of pleasure to every corner of you. He licked and sucked and nibbled until you felt yourself trembling from sheer pleasure. His tongue suddenly felt thicker, almost licking inside of your curves, pushing, teasing and seeking out the secret places.

Your body shook with pleasure as you let out a loud, guttural moan. Everything felt so good as his tongue, fingers, and mouth moved in sync. His soft lips sucking and licking your most sensitive areas. You felt so close, and then he slid two fingers back inside of you, curling them in just the right way, sending a million different sensations coursing through your body. Your hips began to thrust harder and faster against his face as he picked up the pace and you felt yourself nearing your climax. Your breathing becoming more and more ragged, and you could feel your walls tightening around his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You griped his hair tightly as you came and your body shuddered in pleasure, your orgasm crashing over you with a total force unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He removed his fingers from you your juices flowing down them and brought them to his lips, his tongue darted out to taste you on his fingertips, “Hmm, delicious baby,” you moaned at the sight. He chucked and leant down, his face hovered above yours. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and it only turned you on even more, “you feeling better baby?” he asked. You shook your head, “No? Does baby need more?” he asked, his thumb grazed your bottom lip, you took it into your mouth as you nodded.

“Please fuck me,” you begged. He did not need to be told twice. He stood up from the bed and began to strip. You didn’t tear your eyes away, instead you watched intently as more skin was revealed. You didn’t realise you were biting your lip until the taste of metal hit your tongue.

He was now completely naked, his cock standing proudly erect. He climbed back onto the bed and in between her legs. He rubbed his cock along your pussy lips, teasing you. You whimpered and tried to push yourself towards him, but he held you still.

“Please,” you pleaded. He ignored you and continued to move his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. He looked down at you, watching you writhe beneath him.

He placed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You opened your mouth to plead again but he silenced you, placing his hand over your mouth. He pushed his cock into you, inch by inch. You screamed into his palm as he stretched you. He paused when he was halfway in, letting you adjust to his size. When you stopped screaming, he thrusted his entire length into you.

You cried out, your nails digging into his shoulder. He pulled his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you. You threw your head back, a symphony of moans falling from your lips. Alden buried his head in your neck, wanting to be even closer to you.

“Fuck, daddy. Feels so good,” you moaned, your brain was mush and you couldn’t think straight. Alden immediately stopped his movements. You swore you felt all color drain from your face, “I’m so-“

“What did you just call me?” he asked. You wanted to crawl under a rock and die. Why did you say that? Was he completely grossed out? Your thoughts are cut off when you feel him bite your collarbone, “Say it again, baby,”

“Feels so good, daddy,” you giggled, he groaned and lifted his head from your neck. He sat up, his cock leaving you for a moment, you whine at the sudden emptiness.

“Turn over,” he ordered, you did as you were told. You flipped onto your stomach with your ass in the air, your pussy ready and dripping for him.

He smiled, sliding his cock into you. He grabbed your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh. He slammed himself into you, the sudden intrusion made you lurch forward, your face hitting the pillow below you. He moved faster, each thrust deeper, harder, quicker. You felt your whole body shudder uncontrollably as he drove into you again and again. You curled your toes and cried out, your screams muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck, daddy. So close,”

“I know you are, baby,” he said as he pounded you harder, his balls slapping against your slit, increasing the pleasure. He felt you were about to cum, he was right there with you, “Cum for me, baby,”

And you did, it hit you like a brick wall. With one last thrust a string of curses along with your name fell from his lips as he exploded, spilling his seed inside you. He fell to the bed next to you, pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes heavy as sleep called to you. You curled yourself onto his chest, his arms protectively around you.

He kissed your forehead, “When this is over baby, I’m taking you to dinner,”

You fell asleep with a smile on your face. This undercover op wasn’t that bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you’ll let Nick live.

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[withlove-amber]

Halloween Costumes

alden parker x reader

This is for all my southern gals, hope you like it!

“I’m sorry to ask you this last minute, but would you mind taking Victoria trick-or-treating for me this Friday?” Jimmy asked (Y/N). “Of course Jimmy! I love Victoria, she’s like the sweetest kid I’ve ever met.” (Y/N) replied. “Thanks, (Y/N), I was hoping I’d be able to finish this case in time, but with the newest body we found… it’s not looking good.” “Anytime, Jimmy. Plus, I think she’ll like my costume.” (Y/N) replied, happy she has an excuse to dress up for Halloween. “Ooh, what’s your costume? Unless it’s a surprise.” Jimmy said. “Nah, you’re good. I think I’m going as Cowgirl Barbie.” “Oh, nice. Victoria says her’s is a surprise. She won’t tell me what it is.” Jimmy replied. “I’ll take pictures for you. Do you want me to pick her up and we can get ready here at NCIS?” (Y/N) asked. “That would be awesome, thank you.” Jimmy replied, grateful for his friend. 

~time skip to Friday~

“Hey, (Y/N), got any plans for tonight?” Jessica asked. “Yeah actually, I do. I’m taking Victoria trick-or-treating for Jimmy.” (Y/N) said. “Aww, cute! Are you dressing up?” Jessica asked. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if she should tell her friend the truth, but ultimately decided to. “Yeah, I am.” “Ooh, what are you going as?” Jessica asked, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s a surprise.” (Y/N) said, not wanting to be judged for her costume. “You have no idea, do you?” Jessica asked, wanting (Y/N) to reveal her costume. “No, I do… I just don’t want to be made fun of for it.” “I’m not going to make fun of you for it. I promise.” Jessica said. “Fine, it’s Cowgirl Barbie.” (Y/N) said, waiting for the laughter to begin. “Like from the new Barbie movie? That’s cute. It's so you.” Jessica said, trying to hold back her laughter at her friend’s choice in costume. “Thanks.” (Y/N) said, relieved her friend didn’t laugh in her face like she expected. “Plus, Parker loves hearing your accent peak through. So imagine the look on his face when he sees you in it.” Jessica said, ending with a wink. 

(Y/N) did have a crush on her boss, but she didn’t think he felt the same. But after what Jessica said, she was starting to wonder if her feelings were as one-sided as she thought. ‘Does he really like my accent?’ (Y/N) thought to herself. After a few hours, (Y/N) picked up Victoria as promised and brought her to NCIS. “Hey, what’s up Victoria?” Nick said when he spotted Victoria and (Y/N) exiting the elevator. “Hi, Uncle Nick. (Y/N)’s taking me trick-or-treating tonight!” “What are you dressing up as, Victoria?” Nick asked. “It’s a surprise, Uncle Nick.” Victoria replied. “Wow, you’re not even going to tell your favorite uncle?” Nick said, feigning offense. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s get ready!” Victoria said, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand. 

(Y/N) and Victoria went down to Kasie’s lab to get ready for the night ahead of them. As they came back to the bullpen (after taking photos with Kasie for Jimmy), they heard a myriad of ‘wows’ and ‘I love it’ coming from the team. Victoria came out first, showing off her Tinkerbell costume. After about a minute, (Y/N) came out and heard almost the same thing from the team, minus the “Wow you look so pretty” from Nick. He did whistle though, making (Y/N) glad she chose that particular costume. The costume consisted of a vest, flared pants, and a matching cowboy hat, all in the same shade of Barbie pink.

Parker wasn’t there when they came out to show off their costumes, as he was asking Jimmy for an update on the case. But what he saw when he came back up the stairs, he’ll never forget. (Y/N) was sitting at her desk, feet resting on her desk, showing off her brown cowboy boots. She was pretending to talk on the phone, while Nick took a photo of her. ‘So this was the mystery costume…wow. She looks great. It's so her.’ Parker thought. He was starting to wonder why she was dressed up. Yes, it was Halloween, but people don’t dress up at NCIS very much. He didn’t have to wonder for very long, as he spotted Victoria in her costume. 

Victoria and (Y/N) took photos with the team, as promised to Jimmy. When it was time to take a picture with Parker, (Y/N) started feeling even more nervous than she was already feeling about the entire situation. Parker didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable, so he asked if he could put his hand on her waist. He wasn’t expecting her to say “Sure, Alden.” She didn’t just call him “Parker”, but “Alden”.  (Y/N) wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his hand  on her waist. She often wondered how gentle his touch would be. Every thought and every daydream had nothing on the real thing. 

Earlier when she was getting ready with Victoria, she briefly wondered if Parker would find it adorable or weird. ‘Please be adorable.’ (Y/N) thought. Little did she know, he really liked the way she looked in that costume. He didn’t want to make it obvious, but he couldn’t tear his beautiful hazel green eyes away from the sway of her hips as she walked with Victoria to the elevator. But he forgot for a moment that he works with extremely intelligent individuals who can read human behavior like there’s no tomorrow. So him trying not to be obvious didn’t quite work out the way he wanted it to. 

“So Parker, what’d you think of (Y/N)’s costume?” Torres said, with a smirk forming on his face. Parker knew he wouldn’t stop being teased by the team, but he was okay with it because he had hope that one day (Y/N) will feel the same. Little did he know, she already did.

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[n-evermores]

The Monster In His Bed

A/N: So here's the spicy vampire fic I wasn't going to post. This is nothing spectacular and it’s also just in the spirit of Halloween. Please don’t take this nonsense seriously. Happy belated Halloween for those who celebrate. 

Pairing: Alden Parker x F!Vampire!Reader 

Summary: You want Parker in more ways than one.

Word count: 2,900

Warnings: 18+ only, Silly vampire stuff, No plot, blood drinking, but in a sensual way, light smut, implied piv, Parker with a vampire kink, swearing.

It had to be a prank. At least that’s what Alden Parker kept telling himself when your team found a Navy officer completely drained of blood. Perhaps it wouldn’t have been such an odd find if he didn’t have two little puncture wounds on his neck. But then again, you’re always avoiding mirrors and hate garlic. Maybe you know a thing or two about how the victim was killed.

“Hey, Countess Dracula, do you know something about this?” Parker threw your way, his green eyes glimmering in your direction. His hands were buried inside his pockets, his feet planted a small distance from each other. He stood with confidence in his gray suit, and you found yourself admiring him briefly.

But like snuffing out a candle, your admiration was quickly forgotten. You pursed your lips disapprovingly, slanting the former FBI agent a glare, “Excuse me?” The team often joked that you were a witch, or a vampire, or some alien from another planet, but honestly, the jokes were starting to make your ire rise. 

Alden’s lips curved into an almost impish grin, “I’m teasing you.” He said with a curious glint in his eyes. He gave you a quick once over. “I don’t actually think a vampire did this.” He said before averting his gaze to Jimmy. “What do you think happened?” He asked, his demeanor much more professional now. 

Jimmy’s face blanched, his brows creasing as he examined the body. “Honestly, Agent Parker, I’m dumbfounded. I’ve sent samples to Kasie, but I have no idea how this could have happened.”

“You think it was a vampire?” Tim walked in with a lopsided smile on his face. He was joking, of course. But the vampire jokes were starting to make your blood boil. You gritted your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I’ll be at my desk. Come find me when you gentlemen stop believing in fairytales.” You said before turning on your heels to leave. 

Parker watched you leave, his eyes gentling on your retreating form. He quickly followed after you—rushing into the elevator before it closed. “I’m sorry. I know the jokes are getting old. I’ll talk to the team. We’ll stop.” He said.

You relented a sigh, your eyes flickering up to meet his. “I would appreciate that.” You said before your eyes fell on his throat. You watched his Adam's apple bob, his veins visible to your naked eye, and his blood almost seemed to call to you like a siren to a sailor at sea. You felt your tongue swipe across your teeth, your eyes darkening as your pupils grew wider. It had been too long and the smell of blood from the navy victim had awakened the monster within. You could feel the beast slowly crawl from your chest—it's dark mist reaching out for the man standing in front of you. It was a temptation like no other, a longing, a need to feel his skin beneath your tongue. His pulse was enough to drive you mad. His heartbeat felt like your own and it took everything in you not to lurch for him and sink your fangs into his neck.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Are you okay? Y/N!”

You quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his voice. You forced a smile, “I’m sorry. I was thinking about something.” You said before exhaling a deep breath. If you didn’t gain control of yourself soon, you were afraid you would hurt him, and hurting Parker was the last thing you ever wanted to do.

“I could tell. You left me for a moment. Are you sure you’re okay?” Parker asked, his voice softer than before. You locked eyes with him–pools of green filled with warmth and nothing but concern for you. You found yourself melting under his scrutiny and you smiled. 

“I’m fine, Parker. I’m just tired.” And thirsty. You wanted to say, but you kept that bit to yourself. 

“Perhaps you should get some rest. I’m sure you have a nice coffin–” He cleared his throat, “Sorry, old habits die hard.” 

You chuckled and this surprised him. “I’m not a vampire, Parker. Trust me, if I was, I’d probably drink your blood.” Oh dear God, you may as well just drive a stake through your own heart. 

He looked taken aback by this statement. “You mean in general or me specifically?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. 

A rush of embarrassment filled your body and you shook your head quickly, “I didn’t mean it like that, I just–” You swallowed, your eyes taking in his throat yet again. Damn, this was getting more difficult by the second. You licked your lips and you could feel the ache of hunger grip at your stomach as your insides burned for release. “I’m just saying. We spend a lot of time together. I would have probably bit you by now.”

Alden blinked at you, “Uh-huh.” He said, “What you’re saying is, hypothetically, my blood doesn’t smell good?” He narrowed his eyes at you and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Was he actually offended?

“Where did you get that idea? I never said that.” You said quickly, “I actually find you inebriating.” You quickly regretted your words, wishing more than anything you could take them back. This was worse than a stake through the heart. You wanted to disappear inside a dark dusty room and lock yourself inside a coffin for three hundred years. 

His eyes widened in surprise, “Me or my blood?” His heart was beating faster, which wasn’t making your situation any easier. Perhaps you could just drink his blood. You had ways of disposing of the body. Unlike whatever amateur killed that Navy officer. 

No. No! You weren’t going to kill Parker. 

“Of course…I mean your blood.” Is that what you meant? You admired Parker for a while now, and despite the smell of his blood being an absolute menace, you found yourself wanting him in other ways as well. Against your better judgment, of course. 

“How do you know what my blood smells like?” He asked quickly, his eyes looking into yours as if he somehow knew all of your dirty little secrets. 

You swallowed again and your fists clenched together tightly, “I uh–” You took a quick breath, your brain reeling as you spiraled downward. You had to think of something. Anything. Parker would think you’re insane if you gave him any reason to think you were serious about his blood, but you also didn’t want him to know—

“I want you.” You blurted through the panic. It was your only option..

The older man stared at you. A plethora of emotions flickered in his eyes. “You what?”

Your insides were trembling and your voice shaky as you spoke, “I want you.” You repeated.

He stood in silence for what felt like an entirety. You were sure you would turn to stone as you waited for him to say something. “Please. Say something. Anything.”

“You want me?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” You snapped, your patience growing thin. Your hunger was immeasurable, and now it was mingled with a new temptation. One that was dangerous at a time like this. Parker had no idea how in danger he truly was. He was your prey, and you were a monster lurking in the shadows. 

The monster hiding under his bed. 

But that didn’t stop him. Not at all. He seized your face in his hands and you found your back pushed against the wall. His lips covered yours and he kissed you with everything he had. It was mind-blowing, soul-stealing, and you felt your legs grow weak beneath you. His hands dipped under your shirt, wanting to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. You moaned against his mouth just before he released your lips to plant soft kisses down your neck. 

“Parker–” His name escaped your lips along with the breath you were holding. Your chest was tight, and you tried hard not to breathe him in. He was too close and your hunger was growing wilder by the minute. You growled before gripping the back of his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth, your tongue sweeping across his lower lip. 

Then he pulled back, his eyes staring into yours with a hunger that was almost as monstrous as your own. His pulse was raging in your head and you found your fangs wanting to emerge at the sight of his exposed neck. He pulled back from you, breathless and disheveled. 

“Meet me tonight.” Was all he said before turning to leave the elevator. You watched as he walked away. You were tempted to reel him back in and sate the hunger deep inside you, but that would have to wait.

 Tonight you would take what you wanted.

The remainder of the evening was painful. You couldn’t concentrate on the case and everything your teammates said went in one ear and out of the other. Finally the moon filled the sky as the night covered the navy yard with a blanket of stars. Parker had left, deciding they would pick up the case again tomorrow. The team reached a dead end. You knew exactly what killed your navy officer, but it wasn’t as if you could tell them that. 

You debated whether you were going to meet Parker or not. You avoided his gaze the remainder of the day, and he did the very same. It wasn’t easy keeping away from him, but now that it was time to meet, you felt fear take hold of you. You wanted Parker in more ways than one, and you weren’t sure which hunger would win tonight.

But despite your better judgment, you found yourself at his door.

“Do you need to talk about this? Or should we pick up where we left off?” He asked. It was gentlemanly of him to ask, but you weren’t in the mood for conversation. 

“No talking. More kissing.” He grinned before pulling you inside his apartment and crashed his lips to yours. You both fumbled down the hallway and toward his bedroom before you found your back pressed into the mattress with the weight of his body on top of yours. His kisses grew slower, more intimate as he cradled the back of your head with his hand. He pulled back to look at you, his green eyes searching your face. “You’re beautiful, you know. I always thought, but never knew–” He started to ramble but his words died in his throat as your lips silenced him, moving desperately against his.

“Didn’t I say no talking?” You murmured against his mouth. 

“Last I checked, I’m the boss.” He whispered, moaning as your tongue entered his mouth. He opened his mouth to you, giving you better access. Your hands threaded through his hair, your fingers lightly scratching against his scalp. This moment was surreal. You never thought you’d end up in bed with Agent Parker of all people. But all because of one little slip-up, you were going to end up having sex with him. Well, at least you hoped that’s what you were going to do. 

Your slowly protruding fangs had other plans for you tonight, but you were fighting the urge with everything you had. Parker was off-limits. You could never hurt him. 

Just the thought slowed your kisses. Your mouth moved gently against his, treating his lips as if they were delicate, like a petal from a rose. You pulled back just a hair, your eyes searching his. “Do we really want to do this?” You asked suddenly. 

“I do.” He was honest, his voice earnest in his response, “Do you?”

You exhaled a shaky breath, your hand moving to touch his face lightly. You traced the contours of his cheeks before swiping your thumb over his brow bone, over the shell of his ear before running your fingers through his hair. You could feel your eyes gentle over his face and he shivered under your tender touch. 

You didn’t just want him, you cared for him.

He frowned, his eyes flitting across your face as if to understand the sudden mood shift, “Are you okay?” You didn’t say anything. You cupped his face in your hands and pulled him down to your lips. Parker took your actions as the go-ahead and he reached down for the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it from your body.

Your clothing ended up in a heap on the floor along with his suit.

After a thorough exploration of your body, Parker had you in his lap, your knees straddling his hips with his arms twisted around you. Your chest was touching his, his skin hot against your cool flesh. You had your hand wrapped around him, enticing small moans of pleasure with every stroke.

He gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin , lifting you enough to center your body with his. You allowed him to lower you on top of him, your body now taking the place of your hand. You moaned as he completely filled you.

His lips danced across your shoulders as he guided you against him, your hips rocking gently into his. You stifled a moan and buried your face in the crook of his neck. With every thrust, you felt your insides quiver. There was a tightness building up in the pit of your stomach, and you found it hard to breathe. Your nose brushed against his neck, his pulse beating like a drum, calling and beckoning to be bitten. 

The hunger grew relentless. Parker was gentle in the way he made love to you, but with every rock of his hips against yours, your thirst got stronger. Your lips pressed against his pulse as if to test the waters. You pressed wet kisses along the length of his neck before you reached his throat. He lifted his chin, giving you access to his throat and you allowed your tongue to flicker across his exposed skin. You felt your end near and your breathing grew faster, your eyes darker, and the darkness within began to encase both of you and your fangs emerged from their hiding place, scraping lightly against his delicate flesh. 

You whimpered, but it wasn’t just from the pleasure, it was from the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his skin. “Parker, I can’t–”

“It’s okay.” He shushed you gently, his grip on you tightening as the two of you slowly rocked into ecstasy. As soon as you felt the euphoric bliss of pleasure mingled with his own release, the monster within was released as well. The beast took hold of you and your mouth closed over his neck. 

He cried out the moment your fangs sunk into his skin. “Wha–what the hell?” He gripped your body close, his muscles tensing beneath you as you grasped at the hairs behind his neck, tilting his head back enough to feed. 

He was trembling beneath your endeavors, unable to move or process what was happening. His blood tasted refined, almost as if you were given a priceless aged wine from the most prestigious winery. 

You could feel him grow colder under your grasp, his breathing shallow, and before you could completely drain him, you pulled back. Your hunger sated enough to meet the guilt that now loomed over you. “Alden I—” You could see blood trickling down from two newly made puncture wounds. 

“Did you just drink my blood?” He asked in a whisper and you were thankful he didn’t lose consciousness yet. 

“Yes.”

There was silence. Only a groan or two as he tried to keep from falling over. You kept a firm grip on him before taking his face in your hands, your eyes meeting his. He looked at you not only in confusion but with something akin to betrayal or was it lust? 

“Well damn. You are a vampire.” He said suddenly, as if everything made sense now. 

“Uh-huh.” You sighed. 

You watched his lashes flutter as he processed your admission, “You just fucking drank my blood.” He gripped your waist, pulling your body flush against his.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

His brows furrowed, “Did you kill that Navy officer?”

You shook your head, your eyes pleading for him to believe you, “No. No, Alden I swear I didn’t.”

His voice lowered softly, “Were you planning to kill me?”

You were wrong. The pained look in his eyes was worse than a stake through the heart. “I could never.” You thumbed his jaw line, your fingers lightly brushing over his beard. “Please believe me.”

But he silenced you this time with his mouth covering yours. He kissed you hard and with a new hunger you recognized because it was a hunger that mirrored your own. He wasn’t angry. Shocked perhaps, but he wasn’t angry at all. Judging by the way you felt his arousal against your stomach, you could only conclude that Agent Parker discovered he had a vampire kink. 

You smirked, tilting your head down to lick the blood from his neck. 

“Will you do it again?” He asked, although there was still a slight quiver in his voice. He kept your body pressed against him as you licked the remainder of blood. 

You hummed against him, pulling back to look at him, “I took enough from you tonight. Any more and I could kill you.” You caressed his face, “But there is always tomorrow.” You grinned, your fangs exposed and willing. 

He shivered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. He pulled back suddenly, his brow bouncing curiously, “Wait. Do you actually sleep in a coffin?” He scoffed in disbelief, “Should I start keeping garlic on me?”

You only rolled your eyes before reeling him back in, “Shut up before I bite you again.” 

“Oh, please do.” He said against your mouth, his tongue lightly teasing the point of your fangs.

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[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]

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