#stephen holder x reader

[reveluving]

Thinking about Stephen lately... I need him.

Includes: allusions to s~mut (minors DNI!), but really, pure fluff!

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You need him.

The same way he needs you.

Kissing the nape of your neck and shoulders, brushing his facial hair along your skin. His hands roaming all over your pretty body, like the mere feel of a fabric, be it your bra or even the thinnest blouse, was enough to make him clench his jaw.

You don't know what's gotten into him. A case went wrong, someone giving him shit, hell, maybe even the gloomy weather. You weren't sure but nothing was going to stop you from giving him what he needed.

There was a smooch after each kiss, his pace a little quick but the passion remained, as if he was making sure the kisses would stay there. Every time you arched, almost squirming out of his hold at the ticklish sensation, he'd pulled you back in, closer than ever.

And when you turned your head to the side, he surged forward, pressing his lips onto yours and savouring your breathy exhale.

It all felt like a little dance, a sensual kind, his whispers ranging from the sweetest promises to the nastiest confessions into your ear. His heartbeat was palpable against your back, and so was his silver chain. The coldness sends shivers down your spine at every touch.

He would 'overstimulate' at times; jerking each time he pressed you against him or nibbling on you just a tad bit harder than usual, his senses hit with a spark of joy whenever he realized he truly had you in his arms.

You would know, you could feel his smile against you each time.

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a/n: This piece has some Kali Uchis, Deantrbl, Lee Hi, Amy Winehouse-type shit?? ;; gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Joel Kinnaman Masterlist

Rick Flag

Takeshi Kovacs

Stephen Holder

Ed Baldwin

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🤕= Whump 😥 = Angst 😘= Fluff/ Relationship

✍= reader insert ✉️ = ask/ request

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Fics:

Schrodinger’s Cat (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Rick is about to leave on his next mission with Task Force X, and you have a bad feeling about it….

Bleeding Heart Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has a mysterious new recruit on Task Force X. Without being provided any information, Rick will have to learn about this new team member on the job.

Surprise! (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 ✍

Rick loves sneaking up and scaring you when you least expect it. But turnabout is fair play….

The Colonel and the Sergeant Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader, Past Bucky Barnes x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When you and your boyfriend Rick Flag bump into your ex, Bucky Barnes, at a bar one night, things get a bit awkward. But how will revelations about your past relationship affect your current one?

A Christmas Miracle (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When you are in an accident and forced to stay in the hospital for Christmas, will your partner Rick Flag be his normal pain in the ass self, or will he surprise you?

Up in Smoke (Hurt/Comfort Edition) (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick feels terrible when he has to work late and misses dinner with you, but he is in for a terrible surprise when he gets home.

Up in Smoke (Pure Angst Edition) (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick feels terrible when he has to work late and misses dinner with you, but he is in for a deadly surprise when he gets home.

Since That Day (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Since the day you lost Rick in Corto Maltese, you have been planning your revenge. And now, the time has come…

Break the Ice (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When his best friend falls through the ice when skating, Rick tries to save you. But pulling you out of the water might just be the start of things….

All I Want for Christmas is You (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Last Christmas Eve, Rick had a special surprise for you. This Christmas Eve, another big event is happening as well.

Christmas is for Friends and Family (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When you tell Rick that you don’t do Christmas because it is a time for family and friends, neither of which you have, he makes it his mission to prove you wrong.

Whatever You Need (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When his friend calls him late at night to say you were attacked and needs his help, Rick races to your aid immediately.

The Person I’ve Become (Dark!Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

After he returned from Corto Maltese, Rick thought his life was over. Until, that is, he is reunited with an old acquaintance. But what happens when the truth comes out and it appears he might lose everything once again?

Not So Friendly Fire (Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

When you are captured, Rick Flag will do whatever it takes to get you back.

It’ll Be Okay (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍ ✉️

Rick and you are captured on a mission by a man looking for information. And he is willing to use any means necessary to get the answers he is looking for.

Promises Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has promised you time and time again that he would leave Task Force X, but yet again he has failed to keep his word. And this time you have finally had enough.

Being Afraid Doesn’t Make You Weak Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick has known about your fear of flying for a while. So when your plane heads directly into a storm on the way to a mission, he tries his best to make you as comfortable as possible. And the flight is just the start of the troubles….

Partners (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

You and Rick have been partners in DC for years. But when you hear a rumor he might be getting transferred, you can’t help but wonder what this will mean for your friendship.

This Means War (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

After receiving new commands from Waller, you have no choice but the lead the Suicide Squad into battle against ARGUS. But to make it to the end of the fight, what are you willing to do? And are you willing to take out anyone who stands in your way?

Let Me Teach You (Rick Flag & gn!Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

When Rick finds out he has to go to a big military ball, he is horrified. Dancing is definitely not one of his many skills. So, you offer to teach him.

Breakfast For Two (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

On your first anniversary, Rick tries to surprise you by making eggs for breakfast. While it doesn’t go as planned, you keep up that tradition years later.

Hello Darlin’ (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

Your ex-boyfriend, Rick, broke your heart when he left town months ago. But when he suddenly reappears and wants to talk, can you find a way to forgive him?

Presumed Dead Masterlist (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Rick Flag watched the love of his life fall to her death three months ago. However, when he is captured by the same enemy that stole you from him, he discovers things aren't always what they seem.

Thank You, Colonel Flag (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 ✍

On the one-year anniversary of his near-death experience on Corto Maltese, Rick Flag is left reflecting on the disaster his life has become. But a chance encounter with a familiar stranger may change his perspective.

Eternally Yours Masterlist (Vampire!Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

As a vampire, you have walked the Earth alone for thousands of years, resigned to the fact that everyone you ever meet will perish in what seems like a blink of an eye. That is until you find the one person who you can't bear to lose….

I’d Catch a Grenade For You (Rick Flag x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

When a mission goes wrong, Rick makes the ultimate sacrifice to protect you.

I Got You (Rick Flag x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

The mission went from bad to worse. After you are injured, Rick manages to get you to the safe house. However, after an infection sets in, is there anything else he can do?

Drabbles:

"Where does it hurt?” = Rick Flag x Female!Reader

“You’re so stubborn!”

“All I ever wanted was for you to see me.”

Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them

Person A finding a hand-sketched photo of them on Person B’s desk

A Hand-Sketched Photo (Alternate POV)

Fics:

It’s Still You and It’s Still Me (Takeshi Kovacs x Envoy!Reader) 😘 ✍

You were once an Envoy and lover of Takeshi Kovacs. 250 years ago, you were both killed. Now after a mix up, you are resleeved and alone. That is, until you run across a familiar stranger…..

Eternity (Hades!Takeshi Kovacs x Persephone!Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

A Hades & Persephone AU: Takeshi Kovacs and you are as different as night and day. Yet somehow your relationship works. However, when his lifestyle catches up with you, the two of you must deal with the consequences.

Don’t Hide From Me (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍ ✉️

When Takeshi is targeted, you get caught in the crossfire.

Never Threaten a Man’s Profit Margin (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 🤕 😥 ✍

Takeshi Kovacs and you go to track down a suspect at Fightdrome. But when you disappear, Tak is in for a terrible surprise.

Sleep is For the Weak (Takeshi Kovacs x F!Reader) 😘 ✍ ✉️

You and Takeshi are trying to track down the suspect in your latest case. But sometimes Tak forgets you are not as unstoppable as you try to make yourself seem.

Impossible Situation (Takeshi Kovacs x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When you ran away from your abusive family of criminals, you met Tak and everything seemed perfect. But major crime syndicates will do whatever it takes to reclaim what they view is theirs, leaving Tak with an impossible choice.

Drabbles:

“How did you get in here?”

“It’s alright to feel broken every once in a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

A kisses B, but A can tell there is no feeling behind it anymore.

Fics:

Christmas Magic (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 ✍

When you and your partner Holder are forced to go out of town Christmas Eve for a case, you try to find a way to reveal to him your feelings. But when one thing after another goes wrong, can either one of you salvage things?

Someone Always Gets Hurt (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

It was only supposed to be a friends-with-benefits arrangement between you and Holder, but when one of you develops real feelings, things get complicated.

Please Wake Up (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Stephen goes missing in the middle of a case so you join the search party even though you ended things with him a few weeks ago. However, as you search, some revelations make you rethink your decision to break up with him.

Clowns (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

Holder and you are trying to track down a suspect, but something about him is making Holder uncomfortable.

My Favorite Song (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

When your boyfriend starts avoiding you, you try everything to figure out what went wrong.

Santa and His Elf (Stephen Holder x Reader) 😘 ✍

Holder signs the two of you up to play Santa and his elf at the local Christmas Village only to show up late. While initially furious with him, things soon take an unexpected turn….

Drabbles:

“Why would you even care?” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

“Bake me a cake and we’ll talk.” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

Surprise Sunday morning breakfast. = Stephen Holder x Female!Reader

Fics:

History Repeats Itself (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When Ed receives a call, he has to experience one of the worst experiences in his life all over again.

You're Going to Be Fine Masterlist (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 🤕 😥 ✍

When things go wrong in space, you only have your other crew member to be there for you. And you will always have Ed Baldwin’s back. Even if that means putting his health and safety before your own.

Distress Call (Ed Baldwin) 😥 ✍

Ed managed to be the last survivor after Jamestown was attacked. But for how much longer?

Focus on Your Next Breath (Ed Baldwin x Reader) 😘 😥 ✍

Set between Seasons 1 and 2 of For All Mankind, Ed has returned from the moon yet he is still dealing with everything that happened to him in the past 6 months: Physically, mentally, and emotionally. Good thing he has his old friend to help talk him through it.

Drabbles:

The Only Way

[violetmuses]

Clouds - Holder

TITLE: “Clouds” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: On rainy nights, all Holder wants is you… 

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2012

More rain. It never ends here in Seattle. Thankfully, Stephen is already home with you by the time thunder rumbles again. 

Disheveled blankets. Cuddling in his arms. 

There’s no other feeling in the world. With dinner out of the way and that kitchen clean, you no longer have to think, just resting with your best friend. 

“Babe?” His voice is sleepy, drifting in or out of consciousness as gorgeous hazel eyes watch you for a moment. 

“What?” You mumble, still not wanting to consider anything important. Work drained you today, and it’s a miracle that even Holder could somehow leave the precinct earlier than midnight. 

“You’re so pretty.” Smiling and showing off that mustache, he dares to open the warm proximity found between your covered bodies. Soon after, this man angles his finger to tap your nose. 

“Thank you, but please let me sleep,” You whine back, readjusting that cuddle back with him. 

“Aight.” Kissing your forehead, Holder took off one of those signature hoodies and now lays with you in a t-shirt, feeling nothing short of peace. 

Just when you plan on sleeping again, lightning flashes in the bedroom window and you can’t help snuggling closer, hoping that Stephen will notice. 

“Sorry.” You look up at him, trying not to feel embarrassed. 

“It’s okay. I'm here. Promise.” This time, Holder caresses your face and smiles down, tickling you with the mustache. 

At least he’s around, rain or shine. 

[lacontroller1991]

WHUMPTOBER 2023

ITS SPOOKY SEASON BITCHES AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???? WHUMPTOBER

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SOOOOO I am giving it a go again this year. That being said, I don't have all the days planned out and I might not post on all of the days, but the ones I do have planned out I do plan on posting. So HUGE SHOUTOUT to @ailesswhumptober for supplying the prompts I will be using this year.

They are as follows:

1) Drugged/Sick/Poisoned (Sub: Bloody Knuckles) - Johnny Lawrence

You got in a fight for your life and the only thing you could think about is going to the comfort of your sensei, unknowing of your wounds.

2) Overworked/Insomnia/Exhaustion - Ernest Lawrence

Lawrence has been working very long and very hard hours to produce the first nuclear bomb. Long enough hours to forget a very important celebration.

3) Sensory Deprivation/Overstimulation/Isolation - Ed Baldwin

Being on the moon by yourself is tricky as is, dealing with the loss of you however? It’s downright insufferable.

4) Hiding an Injury/Betrayal/Lying - N/A

5) Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint - Roman Sionis

With you now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, you becomes an easy target.

6) Conditioning/Mind Control/Forced to Hurt Someone - N/A

7) Flatline/Restrained/CPR - Rick Flag

Rick and you have always had prank competitions, but this year, you take it a little too far.

8) Panic Attacks/Dissociation/Seizure - Gordo Stevens

You wait at the restaurant for 30 minutes and are very irritated that Gordo doesn’t show up. Deciding to give him a piece of your mind, you go to his house only to find that Gordo is in the middle of a panic attack.

9) Scar Reveal/Interrogation/Presumed Dead - N/A

10) Branding/Scarring/Collar - N/A

11) Fainting/Paralyzed/Adrenaline - Ernest Lawrence

Feeling the buzz of finally completing the first nuclear bomb, Lawrence comes home to you and fucks you.

12) Self Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death - Gordo Stevens

After a night of heavy drinking, Gordo reflects on his life and how pathetic he has become. Wanting to hurt himself but not go through with it, he calls you, who he knows will help out.

13) Earthquake/Flood/Crushed - N/A

14) Bleeding through the bandage/Field Medicine/No Anesthesia - N/A

15) Experimentation/Muzzle/Transformation - Jonathan Crane

You decide to be a test subject for his new toxin.

16) Amputation/Chronic Pain/Hospital - N/A

17) Hypothermia/Heat Stroke/"You Look a Little Pale" - J. Robert Oppenheimer

In which the detonation of the atomic bomb is successful but the one person who should be celebrating isn’t looking too hot.

18) Fever/Vomiting/Warm Soup - Gordo Stevens

Gordo survived Jamestown but at what cost?

19) Taken for Granted/Left Behind/”Why wasn’t I enough?” - Stephen Holder

Holder is smitten by a fellow detective and so he does all of your paperwork at your request. Linden confronts Holder about this behavior but Holder deflects it. When he goes to ask you out, you reject, leaving a heartbroken Holder.

20) Dehumanization/Stockholm Syndrome/Master and Servant - N/A

21) Blood Loss/Shock/Near Death Experience - Gordo Stevens

Follows the events of season 2 where instead of Ed’s plane catching on fire, Gordo’s plane catches on fire and he’s forced to eject, causing him to land in the middle of the ocean. You are nearly devastated, Gordo has never felt more alive.

22) Whipping/Punishment/Stress position - N/A

23) Begging/”Take me Instead”/Forced to Watch - N/A

24) Failed Escape/Hunted Down/Too exhausted to keep running - N/A

25) Nightmares/Flashback/”Why didn’t you save me?” - Joe Pickett

In which Joe has recurrent nightmares about his childhood and you try to help him.

26) Magical Exhaustion/Curse/Came Back Wrong - N/A

27) Forgotten/Locked Away/Immortal - N/A

28) Whumpee Hair Pulling/Oxygen Deprivation/Sweating - N/A

29) “The easy or the hard way?”/Bargaining/Force To Choose - Obi Wan Kenobi

Maul is holding both you and the Duchess Satine Hostage and forces Kenobi to choose one, the woman he “loves” or the woman he loved.

30) Possession/Mind Games/Coma - Rick Flag

The Enchantress control’s Rick’s mind and knowing Rick’s connection with you, his best friend, the Enchantress decides to get rid of you.

31) PTSD/Headaches/Crying - N/A

If you guys have any thoughts about the ones I have unnamed, please send me an Ask or DM if you would like to see someone in that slot!!!!

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Santa and his Elf

Winter Whumperland: Day 11. Elf

Fandom: The Killing, Stephen Holder, f!reader

Summary: Holder signs the two of you up to play Santa and his elf at the local Christmas Village only to show up late. While initially furious with him, things soon take an unexpected turn....

Word Count: 1655

TW: Fluff, Holder is an idiot but we love him, Almost Love Confession

Glancing at your watch for the third time in the last five minutes, you let out an aggravated sigh. Holder was supposed to be here at 4:00 to get ready with you, but it was now 4:48 and there was still no sign of him. The doors opened at 5:00 and if he wasn’t here, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do. These kids were here to see Santa, not his elf.

You mentally scolded yourself for agreeing to do this in the first place. From the moment Holder brought it up, you knew it was going to be a disaster. But he had made such a desperate plea for your help that you couldn’t tell him no, especially since Davie was involved. Holder had been trying his hardest to make up all the time he had missed with his nephew, and you knew how much Davie had been looking forward to his trip to the local Christmas Village. So, when Holder found out the Santa and elf assistant weren’t able to make it the night Liz was taking the kids, he offered to step in as a replacement. More accurately, he offered the two of you to step in as replacements. 

Which was how you found yourself standing in the toy workshop that would soon be filled with children waiting for their turn to meet Santa while dressed in a green and red polyester dress that made up the elf costume. The dress was bad enough, but the hat and pointed shoes with bells on them that jingled with every step you took just added to your humiliation. You had sworn Holder to secrecy, but if a single person from your precinct happened to stop by, you were never going to live this down. And yet, it might all be for naught if Holder didn’t show up soon! 

Just as you were about to pull out your phone to call him for the fifth time, you heard a loud thud from the next room followed by heavy footsteps across the hardwood floor. Then the door to Santa’s living room swung open and Holder walked out decked head-to-toe in his Santa outfit, minus the beard and belly like a bowl full of jelly.

When he saw you standing there in your costume with your hands on your hips and a deep scowl on your face, he burst out laughing. “Oh snap! The elf came off the shelf and she don’t look happy.”

“Where the hell were you? They told us to get here almost an hour ago!” you yelled at your partner.

“Damn, girl. Not even a hello ‘fore you’re tearin’ into me? Where’s your Christmas spirit?” Holder asked with a big lopsided grin stretched across his face.

“My Christmas spirit evaporated thirty minutes ago! Now wh– Wait a minute…” you looked around the room in confusion. “How did you get in here? The front door is the only way in or out and I’ve been standing here this whole time.” Examining him closer, you noticed a fine, black powder covering his red suit and your jaw dropped. “Is tha- Is that soot? Oh my god! Please tell me you didn’t come down the chimney?”

He gave you a quizzical stare as he gestured to his clothes. “Yo, how else was I gonna get in here? I’m Santa.”

You stared at him for a few seconds in utter disbelief before shaking your head. “I don’t even know where to begin with that statement. But can you please just hurry up and finish getting ready? They’re going to start letting the kids in any minute.”

Holder muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like it contained the words “Grinch” and “Scrooge” but he pulled his beard out of his coat pocket. The strings that were supposed to go over his ears had gotten tangled into the hair of the beard and Holder struggled to free them. He looked so helpless with his brow scrunched and his tongue sticking out, that you couldn’t stay angry with him.

Walking over, you gently took the beard from his hands. “Here, let me do it.”

“Thanks,” he muttered. After watching you work on the beard for a moment, he added, “An’ sorry I was late. I didn’t realize how long it was gonna take to get into the suit.”

“It’s okay. You still made it in time.” You finished detangling the beard and slipped it over his ears. “But was it really a good idea to get dressed before getting here? What if one of the kids would have seen you scrambling up onto the roof or whatever? How were you going to explain a skinny, clean-shaven Santa?”

“Oh, it wasn’t a problem. I created a lil’ distraction.”

“Let me guess, did it involve reindeer?” you deadpanned as you finished adjusting his beard and went to grab his padding from the other room.

“No,” he said sullenly, hanging his head as he followed you. “I tried but the guy over at the North Pole pettin’ zoo wouldn’t let me borrow ‘em. I mean, damn, what’s Santa without his reindeer?”

You grabbed his arm, causing both of you to come to a stop. “Holder…. You know you’re not really Santa, right?”

“I ain’t an idiot. ‘Course I know that.” You breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived as he added, “I’m just one of his many helpers while he gets ready for his big night.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you held in a groan. “I just can’t with you sometimes.”

Holder bumped your shoulder with his. “Ah, come on. You know you love me.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. You knew he was joking but…. He wasn’t too far off the mark. Sure, Holder could be an idiot, and, yes, he got on your nerves more often than not. Yet, lately, you couldn’t deny the way your feelings towards your partner were changing. The warm feeling in your chest when you looked at him had only grown stronger in the last few months, and if you were honest with yourself, you knew it was the ultimate reason you agreed to do this with him tonight. 

Holder was unlike any man you had ever met before. Beyond the jokes and teasing, he was kind and caring, and brave. And actually a lot smarter than people gave him credit for. So, while you knew you weren’t in love with him– at least not yet –what you felt for him had grown far past a partnership or even a friendship. But you weren’t sure if he felt the same way.

While you were standing there thinking about what he had just said, Holder had found the padding and he held it out to you. “Can you…?”

His question snapped you back to the problem at hand. “Oh, yeah. Here.”

You took the padding and helped him stuff it in the front of the suit as he lifted up his jacket. Then you reached around him to velcro it around his middle, your arms encircling him as if you were giving him a hug. Your cheek pressed against his chest and you could hear the steady beat of his heart increase slightly. Glancing up at him, you saw his face staring down at you, all the mirth and playfulness gone from his expression. Instead, there was a strange intensity you had never seen in his hazel eyes and you wondered if he could feel your heart racing against his chest. 

As you dropped your arms and he lowered his coat, he said, “I didn’t get the chance ta say it, but you’re smokin’ in that outfit.”

You snorted softly. “Really, Holder? An elf costume? I never would have guessed you’d be into that.”

“I ain’t. But on you… Ya think they’d let you borrow it after this?”

You felt your heart leap in your chest. Hesitantly, you asked, “Why? What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinkin’.... I’d love to see it on my floor after I take it off of you.” He stared intently at you, his eyes daring you to make the next move. 

Biting your lip and gazing up at him from underneath your lashes, you cooed, “Why, Santa… what would Mrs. Claus say?”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and when you didn’t retreat, he bent his head down towards yours. 

You froze, unsure of what to do. It was obvious Holder was about to kiss you, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him back. However, you knew if you did, you wouldn’t want to take your hands off of him the rest of the night. And you both had a job to do.

So, just as his lips were about to reach yours, you turned your head slightly so his nose brushed against your cheek. Then, you softly said, “I don’t think I’ve had enough eggnog for that.” Reluctantly, you turned your back to him and cleared your throat. “Besides, it’s showtime.”

For a moment, neither one of you moved. But then you heard the sound of Holder’s heavy boots heading away from you as he wordlessly retreated into the other room. Hoping you didn’t ruin your chances of another kiss in the future, you walked over to the door.

As your hand rested on the door handle, you looked over your shoulder to where Holder was sitting and gave him a small smile. “But who knows? If we’re both good tonight, maybe once the kids are gone, I’ll come sit on your lap and you can give me what I really want for Christmas.”

As Holder’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, you winked at him before throwing open the doors of the toy shop to face the crowd of children waiting outside.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Killing (US TV 2011) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stephen Holder/Reader Characters: Stephen Holder Additional Tags: tit fucking, Lube, Flirting, Flirting on and off the clock like professionals, big tittied reader Summary:

You still smell the coffee in the ends of your hair, as you march towards your shared office. No time for a washing of hair, trying your best to rinse out what you could, your hair is still soaked. At the very least, the coffee you unceremoniously dumped all over yourself this morning wasn't scalding, but your wardrobe choices were very minimal.

[swiss-mrs]

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greetings through the screen!

i'm swiss, a jack of all trades, currently a writer. as i've married into the sanchez family, i, too, transverse the mulitverse. at this convergence, i am the master.

choose your path, enjoy your adventures, and safe travels.

EDDIE MUNSON

Life Eternal (Series, Ongoing)

Party Girls (One Shot)

Evermore (Series, Ongoing)

Special Places (One Shot)

Boyfriend!Eddie (Drabble, Plus Sized/Mid Sized Reader)

Senior Year Sweethearts (Drabble, Sinclair!Reader)

Along for the Ride (One Shot, Collab🥰)

PORTALS (Random HC/AU) Intro, PORTALS I,

JOSEPH QUINN (RPF)

Catching Joe's Attention at a Club (Drabble)

STEVE HARRINGTON

Haunted Haus (One Shot, Request, Goth Club Owner!Reader)

DAVE LIZEWSKI

#WEIRD☆GIRL (One Shot)

Theater Kid (One Shot)

STEPHEN HOLDER

(Coming Soon)

CAPTAIN SYVERSON

Black Velvet (One Shot)

Your Shotgun Rider (One Shot, Request, Black Velvet pt.2)

Second Chances (One Shot, Request)

CLYDE LOGAN

Domesticity (One-Shot, Request)

Employee Development Plan (One-Shot, Request)

Let There Be War (Series, Ongoing/Hiatus)

KYLO REN/BEN SOLO

Padawan and the Princess (One-Shot, Request)

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[heresathreebee]

You criminal! I'm trying not to fall back into the Joel Hole rn and you're making it haard by being loving and supportive /j 😭

But I may be seeing you back in the Pedro fandom if you're hanging out there... 👀

Royal Flush

[Stephen Holder X Reader]

Summary: Strip poker because I'm so original, see? Masterlist

Tags: 18+ | 3k words | strip poker, swearing, you make him BIG mad lol, ripping clothes, unprotected floor sex

AN: I'm trying not to think too much

Stephen was a gambler. Former narcotics addict, now homicide detective, city kid– you know he knows his way around a craps table. 

You know he thinks he knows his way around a craps table. 

That's why you invite him over to your place after a gala you attended at your workplace. You're already dressed up, long tailored gown and heels, hair done and makeup perfected. A look he's not too used to as it's not the business casual you usually bust out around him. 

Stephen whistles from the window and waves a bottle of wine at you. You laugh and let him into your apartment, watch him circle around you like a shark examining its prey. He sets the bottle down on your counter and gives you another hungry once over (more like thrice over). 

"Damn girl," he says, "if I knew we were partyin', I'da worn a suit." 

"You don't own a suit, Stephen." 

"Yes I do…?" 

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist. "Those ratty little sixties digs you callin' a suit now?" 

"Shuddup." 

You expect him to kiss you when you remember suddenly that y'all aren't there yet. You're just friends, coworkers with too much sexual tension. And all you can do is pile onto that tension and hope someday soon he breaks. 

"Got a bottle opener?" 

~

Stephen's not a wine guy and looks silly drinking it out of the Blue's Clues cup your nephew left at your place. He thinks you look the part though– you grabbed a real wine glass after all. Suave and sexy and dangerous for his appetite. A part of him wishes he had left the second he saw what you were wearing but he's convinced now (since he's already here) that he can resist your charms. 

You however have other plans. You intend to make it painful for him to resist. 

The power goes out just as the game you were watching hits a highlight. "Fuuuck, man! Shit was finally gettin good!" 

You laugh. "No backup generator at my place, sorry. Help me get the emergency candles out." 

"What the hell are we supposed to do now?" Stephen took the candles from you and placed them on the tabletop. "You got board games or som'n? You knit?" 

"I have a deck of cards, you ever play poker?" 

"Shit girl, course I have," Stephen sniffs and tries not to check you out as you bend over to grab some throw blankets and put them over the table's chairs. "Do you even know how to play?" 

Oh my god this is going to be so easy. You consider for a second telling him no but you don't want him to go easy on you. "Yes, I do. I'm quite good actually." 

You can see the glimmer of competition echo in his shiny eyes. "Not better than me, you're not." 

You take a seat and hand the deck over. "Only one way to find out. And we can make it interesting." 

"Yeah? I win, you take your clothes off?," he joked. 

"Sure." 

That wiped the smile right off of his face for a second and you continued. "Rules are: loser can pick what they want to take off, if it comes in pairs it goes in pairs, aaannd…" 

You squint as you think. "... winner gets a free dinner." 

"Shiiit, ok." Stephen sits down and lets you shuffle the deck first. "I'm thinkin' you're gonna take me to Denny's tomorrow." 

You scoff. "Ew." 

"What? Breakfast for dinner is what's up!" 

"That is not my issue with Denny's. Cards served, let's fucking go." 

You won the first round and Stephen rolled his eyes. "I let you win," he says as he takes his overcoat off. 

He won the second round and you handed him your necklace for safe keeping. You won the third round and Stephen glared at you. His hoodie came off and he didn't bother hanging it up, just dropped it to the floor. "You got on, what, three more things? This'll be easy for me, baby, you shoulda changed before we did this." 

You did nothing but smile cryptically. "Then it sounds like you have nothing to worry about, detective." 

~

The power came back on but he barely noticed. Oh, he was fuming. You almost felt bad for him. Almost. 

Stephen Holder had not won a single game in an hour. He lost his badge, his belt, his shoes, the contents of his pockets (which you argued had to go all at once), his shirt, and his chain. 

You were sitting pretty in your dress, heels, and earrings. He was staring at you, studying you, pinning you down with his gaze and undressing you himself. Three times– three times– he had a winning hand, and you'd still beaten him. What the fuck was this witchcraft? 

"Do you wanna stop?" You could hardly contain your sniggering. 

"You're fucking cheating," he growls. 

"Is that a yes?," you tease. 

Stephen snatches the cards from your hands and shuffles them back into the deck himself. He does so methodically, as if he'll get you to fold and confess your crimes. When you didn't so much as flinch under his gaze he dealt you your new cards. "Let's fucking play." 

0.2 seconds in, Stephen knew this round was over the second he looked at his cards. He hides his face in his hand and says, "I fold." 

"Already?," you say. The glare he gives you is ice cold. "Ok then, lose somethin', hotshot." 

Stephen's hand went straight to the button of his pants, but he stopped and stood up. He grabbed you by the arm and ignored your protest as he made you stand up. 

"What the hell are you doing?" 

Looking for extra cards, of course. When he inevitably found you weren't sitting on them, and he let you go, backing away dangerously before standing next to his seat with a tight jaw. 

You're starting to become concerned you've pushed him too far. Stephen reaches for his pants again and you catch a glimpse of that happy trail and just how far down it goes… too far. 

"Stephen… are you wearing underwear?" 

He shakes his head and grasps the loops of his belt. You shout "stop stop stop," and catch him before he reveals himself. "Ok! Stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Could you… just… do your socks instead." 

"-- you said loser picks–" 

"Yeah well that was back before I knew you were commando, so!" You drop his arm. "Socks off now please." 

Stephen sits back down heavily and doesn't take his eyes off you as he gets down to his last remaining article of clothing. "We can stop. I can see you're not having fun anymore and I want to stop." 

"What you mean, girl? I'm having fun." Yeah, sure, you can see how much fun he's having in the tension in his muscles. "You gonna stop one away from touchdown to, what, spare my feelings?" 

You cover your mouth and lean across the table with a pleading look. "... promise you won't be mad?" 

Stephen does no such thing, only mirrors your pose and waits. You reach into your sleeve and produce a very literal ace from it. You also pull a king from your bodice just to make matters worse. Stephen slams his hands on the table and screams, "I FUCKING KNEW IT!" 

He points an accusing finger at you. "Why you playin with me, girl? Don't you know anything about cheating 101? Don't show ya hand and don't win every fucking game." 

Truth be told, you only used it for three rounds, Stephen actually sucked shit at this game or maybe you just kept getting lucky but you're not about to tell him that. 

"Guess I got greedy," you said, biting your thumb. "... new rule?" 

"New rule?" Stephen doesn't know where to put his hands as he suddenly starts brainstorming. "Yeah, yeah new rule… new rule is…" 

He looks right at you. Sitting there, fully clothed and abashed. Sorry but not sorry if he can tell by the way your eyes keep drifting over his physique. He'll make you sorry. 

"New rule is: cheaters lose everything." 

You look at him to make sure he knows what he just said to you. This… this was the line in the sand you've been trying to cross for a year now. A line you were pushing and not expecting to cross so soon. He's got the ball in your court whether he realizes it or not. You won't waste it but you still want to be sure. 

You stand slowly to match him. "Go ahead then. Take it off me." 

Stephen's eyes darken. He pulls you close, slides his hands down your back. His nose bumps yours and your eyes drift closed, mouth opening in invitation until– 

Rrrrrip. Say goodbye to your favorite dress. 

"Stephen Holder," you say dangerously low. 

He looks pleased to say the least. "There," he drops your tattered dress to the floor, exposing you. "See? I win." 

The man bites his lip and skims his hands over your sides up to your breasts. "I win…" 

Your anger doesn't last long and you take his face in your hands slowly. Stephen's gaze doesn't lift from your now bare chest until you slot your mouth against his. His eyes drift shut and he tastes you for the first time, sighing softly. He squeezes your breasts in his hands and slips an arm around your shoulders to press you closer to him, parting his lips from your and kissing down your neck. 

"Stephen," you sigh and roll your hips. He's still wearing his jeans and they scratch at your sensitive skin. "Off. Off. Your pants…" 

You didn't notice his hand around your throat until you felt him squeeze. Your whole world blurs as he spins you around, bends you in half, and smacks your ass hard. 

You yelp and clamber to keep your balance in your heels. He takes you by your throat again and pulls you back against him, nipping your ear and rolling his hard-on into your backside. He's working his pants off, naked cock springing free and smearing precum on your cheeks. 

"So fuckin…" he never finishes his sentence as he bites down on your shoulder and bends you over the table, cards sliding to the floor as you brace yourself. 

"Just take me, baby," you beg. 

You're shaking with anticipation, needing him to give you what you've been working so hard for. He snaps your thong but doesn't rip it like your dress knowing you might bite his head off this time. "You know looking at your ass in this dress, thought you was commando too. Take this shit off." 

And just like that, his boiling heat is removed from your body leaving you cold and aching. You catch Stephen stumbling out of his pants as well and barely have time to kick your shoes off before he's on you again. Your nipples are hardened buds that he grasps for leverage and rocks his hips so his cock slips between your thighs and becomes coated in your excessive slick. 

"Fuck. All for me, doll?" 

You adjust your hips at the perfect angle for him to slip right into you and you both gasp. Stephen wastes no time and leans over your back, pinning you down and pressing his full length into you to the hilt. You feel him shudder as he bottoms out and tries to breathe to relax. 

"Almost lost it there," he whispers an inch in your ear. 

"'Cause I'm just that fucking tight, huh?" 

Stephen answers by pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you so hard it cuts your laugh off with a whimper and rocks the table. He definitely left a dent in your wall but you couldn't bring yourself to care. I mean, it's not like your landlord will care if you wake up the whole apartment complex– you were never going to get that security deposit back anyway. 

Stephen starts a rough pace and sucks a few hickeys into your neck and shoulder. The sounds you're making, the wet squelch of him moving within you, do you have any idea what you do to him? What you are doing to him right now? 

"Fuck baby," Stephen pulls you down to the floor, pressing your face into the tiles and kicking your knees apart before slipping back inside you and pounding away, basically drilling you into the floor. 

You can't even squeal in this position– your mouth hangs open uselessly as he fucks you breathless like an animal. You could hear him mumbling shit under his breath, changing his pace to his own design and leaving you guessing and messy. 

"Fucking bitch… drive me outta my fucking mind with your damn games… never had a pussy take me so good… like you were made for me…" 

Your orgasm blinds you. Whole world turns white and all sound turns to static as you come. You don't even notice when you slip off Stephen's cock and lay down proper on the floor, squeezing around nothing. When you come to, he's peppering your face with kisses and holding your hand. 

"You ok? Thought I lost you there." 

You grumble and try to get back into position but slump and hiss at the pain in your neck. Stephen helps you roll into your back and to his surprise, he watches you spread your legs and hook them around his waist despite your debauched state. You're laying there with an arm flung over your eyes and fucked out asking for more. 

"You…" he huffs a laugh, "you're unbelievable." 

"You gonna fuck me or not?" 

Stephen rubs circles on your hip in thought. You seem fine now, if tired and satisfied. Hair's a god awful mess despite him not touching it once and your skin is as shiny and sparkly as your diamond earrings. 

"Offering you a warm, wet place to come, winner," you wiggle your hips and smile. 

"Well since you offered…" 

Stephen leans a hand by your head and slips back into your welcoming heat. You hiss despite yourself but adjust quickly and bite your lip to brace yourself for another assault. Instead, Stephen leans down and kisses you full on the mouth with a gentleness he had not shown you previously. 

"Fuck girl." Stephen grabs your hip and thrusts languidly, feeling in depth how good your pussy feels taking every inch of his cock. He admires your body and the jiggle your breasts and belly give with every slam of his hips. "You like it dirty, huh?" 

You moan in the affirmative and hold your hands over your head. 

"You letting me fuck you on the floor," he muses, "such a dirty fucking girl." 

You purr and buck your hips. It gives Stephen an idea. Keeping himself deep inside you by tightening his grip on your hips, he shifts from sitting on his knees to sitting on his calves, effectively settling you into his lap. An awkward position for you that presses your shoulders into the floor, but with one thrust your entire body jerks in surprise. 

He does it again and hits something deep inside you. "Oh-o fuck–" 

You choke as he hits it again, eyes wide and hands scrambling for purchase suddenly. He offers you no help, smiling as he drills into that spongy little organ that makes you see fireworks behind your eyes. 

His name falls from your lips like a breathless chant, he loves watching you squirm on his cock and he has to change from hammering thrusts to shallow circles to keep himself from blowing his load too soon. 

"You came already– do it again, baby…" 

You can only answer with another moan and pure animal obedience. Your eyes roll back and your pussy constricts so tightly around him, he can't move for a second and grunts. He pulls your trembling body up to press your chest into his, rocking you gently as you convulse and go limp in his arms. 

He's panting hard, but it can't stop the huge grin from his face. He holds you tighter to him, adjusts your hips so he stays inside you while he peppers light kisses on your neck. It's when you finally come to and lean back that you take his breath away. 

Your eyes are shining as you look at him. There's something running down his thigh but he can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are. How right this feels. 

His grip on you tightens painfully and his eyes roll back. A long, low groan leaves his mouth as he comes harder than he's ever come before. There's just the barest sense of your fingers curling into his hair and he's shaking all around you, all consuming and warm. 

You pet his sweat slick hair and he loosens his arms just enough for you to steal your first breath in a minute. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and releases a broken moan, holding you close like he's afraid you'll leave if he lets you go. 

"Stephen," you whisper. "Hey…" 

As soon as the post-orgasm hazes disappates, he feels stupid. Why did he come? No one was even moving! What the fuck is wrong with him? 

"Stephen." You drag his face up by his ears and force him to look at you. You're not sure what's happened either but you're not mad about it. He cannot be comfortable kneeling on the cold tile floor of your kitchen. "Baby look at me." 

His eyes flick up momentarily. "Uh… I uh…" 

You smile reassuringly. "Come on, take me to bed." 

Stephen sighs in relief. "You sure?" 

You stand up and feel his soft cock slip out, some of his come dripping into his lap and leaving a mess. You hold out a hand and pull him with you to your bedroom door, chuckling. "Yeah baby, I'm sure." 

[johnbassplayercutie]

Man-U-Lip-U-Lator

Warnings: 18+, manipulation, fem!reader x stephen glass

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: You work with Stephen, and after a few times of hearing his stories at weekly meetings, you grow suspicious of him. You stay late one day at work when it's just you and him there after everyone's left. Your plan is to interrogate him or at least figure out if he's really telling the truth. You notice he gets up to print some stuff in the printing room and decide on snooping through his things in his office. Once finding incriminating evidence that suggests he's faking everything, he comes back catching you sifting through his stuff (aka his little black book from the movie with all his "info" in it lmao).

part one ♡

— — — —

Stephen finishes up collecting his printed copies and walks back to his office. He's too preoccupied to notice that you’re missing from your own.

Stephen enters, gripping his copies tightly and stands frozen in shock at you leaning over his messy desk of papers.

"What are you doing?!" He whines loudly, noticing you holding his little planner, open to a random page.

You whip your head to the office door and almost yelp out at his sudden appearance. It's too late now to back out.

"You've been lying, haven't you?" You state matter-of-factly rather than a simple question.

"What are you talking about?" Stephen questions as he feigns ignorance to the topic, "Give me back my planner, that's important for my sources!"

"Yeah, yeah. Your sources." You rolled your eyes and finger quoted sarcastically.

"Look, if this is about if Dave ever picked up from the Hackers Organization, I already gave Chuck the correct phone number. I got it confused with another one of my sources." Stephen tried to derail the topic.

"Stephen, I know you’ve been lying. And that goes for the Hackers Organization, too." You state, crossing your arms and holding his planner close.

You know he would try to snatch it at any chance if it means saving his ass from being fired. There was no way you'd let him get the satisfaction.

"Are you mad at me?! Did I do something wrong?" Stephen questions worriedly, "I swear I just made a few mistakes with the details, but I gave Chuck all the correct information!" He babbles on with an anxious tone and demeanor.

His attitude begins to make you falter. Maybe it's all just in your head and you're jealous of his success. You almost feel bad for him, he's practically about to beg on his knees.

No, no, no, snap out of it! You were sure of it.

Stephen steps closer to you, obviously trying to get his planner back. You distance yourself from him but back up into his computer, knocking over his pencil holder on the desk, the contents spilling all over the floor.

"Y/N, watch where you're going! You could've deleted the files on my computer, they’re important!” He whines out like usual. You scramble to the floor, attempting to pick up the scattered pencils whilst placing his planner down beside you.

Stephen eyes his planner down beside you but keeps up with the manipulation tactics. He’s hoping he will dissuade you from what he knows is the truth. He kneels down, helping you pick up the pencils off the floor and returning them into the holder. Stephen stares at you intently before speaking, sure of himself that this lie will work.

"Look, if you really don't believe me, you could always come over to my apartment," You meet his eyes, confused as to how that could even be a solution. He continues on and notices you're not buying it before quickly conjuring up more lies with ease, "I have the cassette tape recordings of my sessions with the Hackers Organization. I could play it for you if you don't believe me. I even have tapes from other editorials I did."

You ponder if he could be really telling you the truth. It wouldn't really hurt to try and hear him out. You still have his planner and you could use it against him as blackmail if all proves false.

"Okay....but if you're lying about this, then I'm going to report you to Chuck. I have this to prove otherwise,"

You reach to grab the planner but notice that it's not where you placed it. You panic internally but try to act calm, then noticing Stephen is grasping the planner for his dear life. You flicker to his hands and his knuckles are white and veins strained.

His eyes meet yours and you can almost see him smirk. Almost.

Damn it.

"Look, I really don't like the way you're treating me. I feel really attacked!" Stephen states, getting suddenly defensive and angry.

"I'm not– I-I just want what's best for our readers and everyone working here." You say softly, feeling put on the spot as he scolds you.

"You're one of my editors! You're supposed to support me, but you're taking Chuck's side over mine!" He raises his voice again, visibly upset, chest rising and falling in agony.

He looks sad, tears forming in his eyes, but something is off. He quickly falters, and you can see him forming a shy smile.

"If you really don't believe me, you can come listen to the cassette tapes..." He says softly and shamefully, like someone denied him of something meaningful. He completely avoids the fact that he just took the notes, spoiling your plans of questioning him.

You have no choice but to do as he says. Your only solution from this disaster was that note planner.

"Alright, fine. Let's go before it's too late. I have more important things to do than deal with this all night." You say exasperated, urging him to grab his things and get this over and done with. The sooner you can hear or not hear these tapes, the closer you are to deciding Stephen's fate.

Stephen takes the planner and stuffs it into his leather briefcase, zipping it up. He can't risk you snatching it away from him again.

He returns to his usual chirpy self, babbling on about random facts, talking about things in his office or his apartment. It's like whatever outburst he had a few minutes ago never happened.

He glances over at you, keeping a close eye on you as he puts his arms through his suit jacket. His gaze is intense and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. The urge to look away is becoming strong but his eyes lure you in. You flush red in the face and suddenly you’re squeezing your thighs together. Only a look from him and you’re already wet.

Stephen’s eyes flicker down, noticing your tension before he looks back to your face, biting his lip knowingly.

You have to admit Stephen was always handsome. You've always kept a watchful eye on him at work, only solidifying the fact. There's no denying that you may have a crush on obsession with him. How else would you suspect he was lying when all you do is eavesdrop and watch him?

Stephen gives a small smile as he adjusts his collar, walking up to you. You feel your heart begin to race at his closeness. He leans in closer, reaching an arm around you. You can hear your heart stop for a second.

A second later, the click of the mouse awakens you from a daze. You can hear his slow breathing next to your ear as he's against you, trapping you against the desk. He whispers softly in your ear, "Just have to save my work and turn off the computer before we go." You can hear him grin before clicking the power button and moving back to face you.

You're in shock at the proximity between the two of you. Your mind is misfiring, confused as to where the shy and boyish Stephen had run off to. No, he was right in front of you...right?

"Stephen, I–" You're about to speak but no words come to mind. You sigh quietly as his hand grazes against your hip, steadying you against his desk.

He quirks a brow, urging you on to continue. He's pleased, his smile coming through as he resists doing so.

"Uh—nevermind." You falter before looking anywhere but at him. His face is so close you could kiss him.

"Okay," He pulls away and shrugs. He's smiling now, flickering his eyes away playfully before turning toward the door. "You should probably grab your coat." Stephen walks over to the chair and grabs his briefcase and coat, waiting for you by the door. His finger rests on the light switch, ready for you to exit his office first.

You're blushing and it's clearly obvious now that he's got you in his trap. You turn to him before walking out his door, "I'll be right back."

You grab your coat and purse and quickly flick off your office lights, closing the door behind you. Stephen's waiting for you by the elevator at the end of the room. As you slip into your coat, Stephen is facing the elevator before turning to you as you approach his side.

"You, first." He states as the door slides open, his gaze holding yours with intensity.

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[reveluving]

am I in dire need for some thoughts about our fav men rn?

absolutely.

yall know what to do

I'm in desperate need for either:

Rick

Stephen

Ed

Benny

Price

Clyde

y'know the drill; it can be fluffy or sexy, or both (pls). a prompt or an essay is up to you 🧎🏻‍♀️. go go! 📭

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

My Favorite Song

Fandom: The Killing, Stephen Holder

Summary: When your boyfriend starts avoiding you, you try everything to figure out what went wrong.

Word Count: 1827

TW: Fluff with Slight Angst, Steamy Ending

"Ugh. Not this song again!" You reach for the skip button on your phone and try desperately to hit it with your elbow since your hands are still covered in flour from the pie you were making.

Holder chuckles as he reaches around you to skip the song. "What up? I thought you loved this one?”

"I did, until about the fiftieth time I heard it. But I was an idiot and listened to it on repeat so many times that now I am just sick of it."

Holder glances at you, face scrunched in confusion, “Really? Why’d you do that?”

“It’s not that I did it on purpose. I just loved it so much that I wanted to hear it over and over again. By the time I realized I was tired of it, I had already gotten to the point that I hated it. I do the same with food. I eat the same thing for breakfast every morning for about three months, then I won’t be able to eat it again for almost a year because I overdid it. Haven’t you ever had something like that? That you loved but just got tired of after experiencing it over and over again? Like a movie or tv show?”

“Nah…. Not that I can think of.” Holder is frowning now, his brow furrowed and he’s chewing on his lip.

“What?”

“Nothin’. Just didn’t realize you were like that.”

You shrug. “It’s not a big deal. I just go through cycles of things I like. I’ll come back around to it eventually. Just for now, I’ve had enough.” Your eyes shift to the skillet Holder had been cooking in. “Um, you might want to stir that before it burns.”

He nods and does as you suggested, but you can still see the wheels turning in his head. After a few more minutes, he pulls the skillet off the heat and sets it to the side. Then he excused himself so he could go for a smoke on the balcony.

When he came back in ten minutes later, Holder was more himself, but you can tell something was still wrong. During dinner, his laugh doesn’t quite meet his eyes and he is downing more beers than usual. When you are both finished and you start to clear the plates, Holder finally speaks up.

“I gotta go home. I got an early mornin’ tomorrow,” he mumbles, not meeting your eye.

“What? But you said you were staying over? You have clothes here so you wouldn’t have to go home to change in the morning and my place is closer to the precinct anyway.” You can’t understand what happened to make him change his mind so suddenly. Before the two of you had started dinner, all he could do was talk about all the things he was going to do to you later tonight. Now he wanted to leave? “But we haven’t even eaten the pie yet.”

“Sorry, but it’s just better if I go. We have a pretty fucked up new case and it ain’t gonna be an easy one to solve. I need ta get some sleep.”

“Um, alright…. If you think that’s best.” You place the dishes in the sink and return to where he is still sitting at the table. Stepping up next to him, you run your fingers lightly through his messy hair. “But we’re still good, right?”

“Yeah, of course, babe.” He gently kisses your wrist then stands up and grabs his things.

You walk him to the door, where he gives you a quick peck on the head before shuffling off down the hall. You stare after him, wondering what is really going on in his head.

“Hey, baby. I just wanted to call and see how your day was going. I know you said you had this really hard case you were working on, and I didn’t want to bother you. But, uh, you haven’t responded to any of my texts the last two days. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay…. That we’re okay….. So, uh, just give me a call or text when you can… please? I love you.”

“Hey, it’s me again. I know you texted me back yesterday, but I still would love to see you. I understand this case is taking a lot out of you, so I was thinking I could make you feel good, do that thing you like…. But I understand if you can’t. Maybe Saturday? They have to give you a day off sometime. And, Holder…. I love you.”

“Stephen, please. If I did something wrong, can you just tell me? You haven’t called me in over a week, barely texted. I know you’re busy, but usually, you’re blowing up my phone when you’re on stakeouts or have downtime in the office or Linden is driving. I just want to see you, even for a few minutes! I can come by the precinct. Or your apartment. Or you can come to my place. Hell, I’ll meet you in the McDonald’s parking lot halfway between the two! Just… something…. please. I still love you. I just hope….”

A small nudge at your hip startles you awake. Blinking in surprise, you look up to see your boyfriend towering over you. “Holder!” you exclaim as you unfold your aching limbs.

“Yo, what’re you doin’ here? How long you been sittin’ like that?” He asks, a slight edge of concern tinting his words at seeing you curled up on the carpet just outside his apartment door.

You glance at your watch and think. “Fou- no, five hours? I didn’t know how else to see you since you’ve been avoiding me.”

He offers you his hand and helps pull you to your feet. “So, this was the best ya could come up with?”

“Well…. Yeah.”

He chuckles softly and shakes his head as he starts to unlock his door. “And what happened to your key?”

“……” You hang your head, lip trembling as tears spring to your eyes.

As the door to the apartment swings open, he glances back at you. The second he sees your forlorn expression, his smile fades and he gathers you into his chest. “Hey, mama, don’t cry. Yo, come on. It’s okay.” He gently steers you into his apartment and shuts the door. Once inside the privacy of his place, he kneels in front of you and cups your face. “What up?”

You sniffle as you say, “I didn’t know if you would want me to use my key. I didn’t know if you would even want me at all anymore.”

“What! Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because, you kept ignoring me all week. I came by because if you want to break up, I wanted you to do it to my face,” you mutter quietly.

“No, babe, that’s not…. No, I never… Of course, I….” He stands abruptly and starts pacing in front of you.

“Ah, I fucked this up. I’m so sorry. I just…. I thought….” He finally stops and sighs. Then he whispers, “Normally, I text you over a hundred times a day. We talk on the phone every chance we get and we’re practically livin’ together. I just…. I didn’t want ya ta get tired of me.” He hangs his head dejectedly.

But you can only stare at him, a baffled expression on your face. “What? What are you talking about? When did I ever say I was getting tired of you?”

“Last time we made dinner. You said you have a habit of overdoin’ it with things you love then you grow tired of ‘em after a while.” He is still just staring at the floor, refusing to look you in the eye. Then in a whisper, he says, “I didn’t want to be one of those things.”

Your heart breaks for him as it all begins to make sense. “No, baby! I didn’t mean you! I would never mean you!” You take his face into your hands and lift it up so he is gazing into your face. “Stephen, you make me feel alive. When we met, for the first time ever, I felt like I could breathe. Don’t you get it? You aren’t a stupid song or a food that I could just get over or get sick of. You…. you’re air. You’re water and gravity. You’re all the things that I need in my life to keep going. There is no me without you anymore and that is something that I will never get sick of.”

He hesitates, “Do… do you mean it?”

You nod, “With all of my heart.”

He stares at you for just a second before surging forward and capturing your lips with his. His kiss is frantic and almost feral as if he is trying to devour you, but you don’t mind. You kiss him back with just as much ferocity, trying to show him how much he means to you, how much you need him. Never breaking contact with your mouth, he slides one arm under your ass and lifts you up so your legs can wrap around his waist.

Quickly, he carries you back into his bedroom and lays you down on the bed. In this new position, you use your legs still wrapped around him to pull him in closer, eliciting a needy moan from his lips that sends a rush of pleasure through you.

He starts trailing kisses across your jaw and down your neck, sliding backward off the bed to his knees. You know what he plans on doing next, but you need to clarify one thing before he does.

Lifting his gaze back up to yours, you say breathlessly, “Baby, next time, just talk to me if something’s wrong. I need to know so we can work it out, okay?”

He nods, his hazel eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Fuck, I missed you so much. Your smile, your laugh, your touch, your taste.” He nibbles your collarbone as if to prove his point. “I ain’t ever gonna do that again, I promise. Damn, there’s so much I wanna tell ya. So much we missed out on this past week.”

You caress his face gently, “We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere.” You drag him back up to place another kiss on his swollen lips. Then you whisper, “And I promise, even if you were a song, you would be my favorite one and I could listen to you on repeat for the rest of my life without ever getting tired of you."

He grins brightly as he presses his forehead against yours, “Well, babe, how ‘bout tonight, we try for a remix?”

He drops back to the floor where he uses your legs to pull you flush to the edge of the bed. And as he dips his head and lets out a heady groan, it is music to your ears.

[violetmuses]

No Better Love - Holder

TITLE: “No Better Love” || A Stephen Holder Drabble

FANDOM: “The Killing” (AMC/Netflix Series)

CHARACTER: Homicide Detective Stephen Holder

PAIRING: Female Reader + Stephen Holder

MAIN STORYLINE: You always look out for each other… 

Author’s Note: Hey! Wrote another drabble for my man. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading as always. - V.  💜

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________

2012

You know his voice. Even the way Stephen rolls down the window and honks rhythms from that driver’s seat makes you laugh. 

“Where you going, girl?” He’s flirting and calls you. Your man slowly moves the wheels of this car forward, driving without Linden for once. 

You’ve walked home this time, somehow not drenched from another Seattle downpour this evening. 

“Getting us food. Stop.” You chuckle again, standing steps away from your favorite spot on the sidewalk. 

Instead, Holder parks that car and hurries out, almost running towards you with the biggest smile on his face. 

Holder opens the door, standing beside you in line not long after settling for that restaurant. 

“Uh-uh. Don’t touch your wallet. I got it.” He’s whispering, stopping the way your hand unzips a purse from habit. 

“Thank you.” Your words cut, trying not to argue. 

“You’re welcome.” Holder accepts your gratitude, taking the to-go meal bag without twice.  

_________

He drove you home, just talking over dinner without explaining what happened at work this time. 

You know much better than to ask questions and have learned that routine. Late-nights. Tough chats. Rare calls. Scary hospital visits. On and on. 

Sleepy?” You joke, looking down at him. Despite long legs and one nearly towering height, he’s rested with his head in your lap quite often, only feeling safe. 

“Nah. Food was good, though.” He’s yawning instead and your humored expression kicks up. 

“Come on. Let’s go to bed.” You suggested, trying to detangle yourself from this otherwise adorable position. 

“Um-um.” Holder doesn’t move, somehow readjusting your own placement on the couch. “I’m not tired.” 

“You’ll sleep soon.” You say regardless, leaning inward to kiss the top of his head and smooth that blondish hair. 

_______

The next morning, you wake up alone, going right back to reality.

Once again, Holder is just gone, working through more cases that you’ll never discuss with him. 

At least he’s got you, no matter what. 

[greymoonfeelings]

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I do not have a masterlist but this page is only for writings so they’re not hard to find. However, to make it easier you can find my works by tag searching #heather writes or #[character] x reader

I have written for Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Eddie Munson, Rhett Abbott, Rick Flag and Stephen Holder.

Unfortunately, most of my writings have paragraphs repeated. This is a glitch I have not been able to fix. Sorry for the inconvenience.

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HC for Joel characters (which ever ones your comfortable with) taking care of sick reader????

Ahh! thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy! Also I’m sorry I haven’t seen For All Mankind:( or else I would have included Ed.

Taking Care of Sick!Reader (Rick Flag, Takeshi Kovacs, Stephen Holder)

Rick: 

With Rick gone on missions so often I believe he values the time he does get with you greatly. The first time he comes back from an OP and sees an “I’m sick:/” text, he forgets about how awful he smells from a week in the jungle. As well as how sore and tired he is. He’s immediately rushing to the pharmacy by your apartment, purchasing everything anyone would need for a cold or flu. Not even bothering to give you a call to ask what you meant by ‘sick’. When he finally arrives at your door he practically barges in, much to your amusement, dumping two bags of medications, canned soup and a jug of orange juice on your counter. I don’t think Rick would ever hesitate to kiss or cuddle you when you’re ill, in fact he’d encourage it. Loving the quiet and cozy domesticity of it all, loving feeling useful and needed. He’d heat up the soup, apologize, and comment on how it's “Not as good as his mom’s, but it’ll do the job.” He’s also completely un-phased by the idea of catching what you have.

I think the next time he leaves for a mission he’ll sniffle with a smile, bushing off a comment from Harley about how he’s looking even paler than her.

Takeshi:

When Takeshi is worried he gets defensive and irritable. When he’s worried about you? He’s borderline neurotic. So when he wakes to the sound of your choked off coughs coming from the bathroom he nearly takes the door off the hinges. Seeing you looking so pale, eyes and nose red he’s pissed. Angry that you're sick, but more angry that he can’t do anything about it. He reprimands you like it’s somehow your fault and yet tells Poe to have medication delivered to your room in the same breath. Takeshi will make you take whatever pills Poe says is best and tuck you into bed with a frown like a grumpy dad. He’ll press his lips to your temple under the guise of checking your temperature, telling you he knows this is just to avoid the stake out you were supposed to accompany him on. If you show any concern about him catching what you have Takeshi will roll his eyes and grumble that ‘Envoy’s don’t get sick’. When he goes out he totally won’t be watching the live feed of his room to make sure you’re resting, and he absolutely won’t forbid Poe from allowing you to leave the hotel if you try. 

When he inevitably catches what you had, definitely don’t laugh or comment when he coughs. Just leave a glass of water and two cold tablets on his end table and pretend you didn’t notice he took them.

Stephen:

I recently re-watched The Killing, and for some reason I feel like Stephen would be terrified of catching your cold too. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still great support and help. Just definitely ‘I’ve got your back…..from right over here’ vibes. You send him out for cough syrup and he’s coming back with 3 different kinds, trying to talk you into using a neti pot with some weird herbs he’s sure will cure you. Stephen is absolutely making homemade chicken noodle soup with extra chili flakes and lemon to ‘clear’ your sinuses. Good luck asking for a snuggle and don’t even think about a kiss. He shows his love in so many other ways you don’t really mind though. Fawning over you, fluffing pillows and tracking your temperature. Anything you need, he’s on it.

If he does get sick? Let’s say that the whole “no kiss, no cuddle” rule goes out the window. He’s like a big whiny cat who wants to live on your lap. You might need to take a day or two off work.

[castalyne]

I know I don't have to post about all my silly XReader fic ideas but here's one for Stephen Holder:

Silly thoughts about being Holder's neighbor across the hallway. Your sick, he makes you soup and fills a container of it for you, slides it across the hallway with a note saying 'Heard you were sick. That's gross'. You partake in soup, slide the empty container back with your own note, "Thanks for the soup, I coughed and sneezed into this container so it's filled with my sick germs and is set to blow in 20 minutes." He slides a note under your door the next day "Germ Warfare is illegal in most states now, glad you like the soup" and then tapes a BioHazard sign to your door. You send a note back "This apartment is stateless, all is fair in love and sickness."

Days of escalation, he sends "Damn girl, how you make vaporub look so sexy".

[lacontroller1991]

Baby Girl HC

Requested by anon: I really love like REALLY LOVE when people call me Baby girl 🥰 Do you think Joel's characters would do that for me? 🥰🥰🥰

Main Master List || HC Master List

Warnings: GENERAL SMUT 18+, suggestive dialogue, language

Colonel Rick Flag:

Rick only ever calls you baby girl under one condition: when he's teasing you.

When he's teasing you:

It's only when he's feeling dominant. For example, when he comes back from a rough mission, he'll pull you aside and (lightly) push you to your knees and take out his cock, demanding that his "baby girl needs to suck of her colonel." Truly, it's a power trip for him.

He also likes calling you baby girl when he's between your legs, praising you and kissing along your inner thighs before finally taking you into his mouth, groaning and moaning around you telling you how much of a good girl you are before commanding you to cum on his tongue.

You don't mind it of course, because when he calls you either "darlin'", "sweetheart" or "baby girl" you loose your mind.

Takeshi Kovacs:

All he does is call you nicknames. In fact, the only time you've heard Takeshi say your name is when you and him are in danger and he needs to get your attention immediately.

Of course, the moment you're out of danger he's back to calling you "princess". The first time he calls you "baby girl" its shocks you, never hearing him call you that before, but damn it turns you on.

It slips out after a long day where all Takeshi wants to do is to just take control of you, so by calling you baby girl, it definitely has you opening your legs, allowing him to have his way with you.

Stephen Holder:

Nicknames are his game, so you're no stranger to the "ay mamacita," or "hey girl" but the first time he calls you "baby girl" you have to halt in your tracks.

Upon seeing your reaction, Holder is quick to put two and two together, and he won't stop teasing you about it.

BUT when you're in bed, it's the exact opposite. You're calling him baby boy as more often than not you're always in control.

Admiral Ed Baldwin:

Out of all of the above, Ed calls you 'baby girl' the most, simply because he is a fucking DADDY.

He is always calling you 'baby girl' no matter where you go. If you go grocery shopping he'll say something like "pass me that bottle, won't you baby girl?" Or if you're just lounging around the house while he's doing yard work he'll be like "why don't you be a good baby girl and grab me a glass of water."

Now when it comes to the bedroom... he's still calling you 'baby girl' but this time it will be in more of a demanding tone like "get on your knees for daddy, baby girl" or "how does my baby girl like that?"

He is such a daddy and he has such a daddy kink, no you can not convince me otherwise.

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