#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 ♡

[swiss-mrs]

MASTERLIST

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)

Swisslist (General Taglist): @rosecentury @solacedthistest

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

Joel Kinnaman Masterlist

Rick Flag

Takeshi Kovacs

Stephen Holder

Ed Baldwin

🌟= new post

🤕= 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

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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… 

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

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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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This is Halloween | Stephen Holder x F!Reader

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Summary: Inspiration taken from October Drabble Prompts. It seems criminal that I haven't given Holder a seasonal drabble yet, so here we are. This is pretty much just pure fluff.

Warnings: Mention of serial killer, language

Word Count: 519 words

A/N: I'm back! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the prompts and for taking a look at this <3

It’s early evening in downtown Seattle and a blanket of darkness has descended over the sleepy suburban neighbourhood. Outside the relative comfort of your partner’s beaten up car, an icy breeze carries in from the Puget Sound. It’s not unpleasant. In fact, the whole month has been unseasonably dry. A fresh carpet of golden and burnt orange leaves covers every inch of pavement; Seattle in the Fall is truly a sight to behold. But there’s no time to enjoy the scenery. If it were any other time of year, the town’s residents would be safely tucked away inside their homes by now. Instead, leaves crunch underfoot as costumed children and their harried parents stream past. Tonight, it’s Halloween.

For the last thirty minutes you’ve been slumped low in the passenger seat, fighting hard to ignore the continuous rustling of plastic, but much like the month of October, your patience has finally come to an end. Without taking your tired eyes from the window, you snap in Holder’s direction. “Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen?” For the entire duration of this stakeout, you’re confident he hasn’t been paying attention to a word you’ve said.

While you don’t consider yourself a deeply spiritual person, you often wonder if certain things have been sent to try you. First, the appointment of Stephen Holder as your new partner, and now – straight from the script of the classic horror movie – a serial killer on the loose on Halloween.

Holder pauses with his hand halfway to his mouth, brightly coloured gummy worms dangling precariously in his grip. You’re glad he insisted on driving tonight. You don’t relish the thought of sticky fingerprints coating the steering wheel and upholstery of your own recently detailed car.

“I thought you gave up sugar,” you add as he struggles to swallowful his current mouthful of candy.

After a pause, he flashes you a wide grin. “That was last month.”

The first few months of your working relationship with Holder have been enlightening to say the least. You are slowly becoming accustomed to his fluctuating diet fads and other eccentricities, and – on the rare occasion that he isn’t irritating you within an inch of your life – you could say that he’s beginning to intrigue you. 

“‘Sides,” he continues, thrusting the bag of worms in your direction. “It’s Halloween. Eatin’ candy is the fuckin’ law.”

Ignoring the proffered sweets, you reach for the door handle having just spotted your suspect pull up across the street. “I’m not sure what they taught you back in the academy, Holder, but I’m pretty sure that’s not true.”

“Yo, wait up.” Holder grabs the sleeve of your jacket before you can exit the vehicle, responding to your questioning brow with another mischievous grin. "S'Halloween, remember?" Without giving you the chance to reply, he brandishes a black and white ghoul mask from behind his seat and with lightning fast reflexes he unceremoniously slides it over your face. Through the layers of rubber and cloth you can hear him erupt with laughter.

“Yo, you look ridiculous. I love it!”

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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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[castalyne]

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.

[beelicious-and-fictitious]

Joel Kinnaman Character Masterlist

Main Masterlist

This is a collection of my all of my fics written as pairings for Joel Kinnaman’s characters. All NSFW fics are marked as SMUT!

***all unfinished series/ fics are on hiatus***

Original Character Fics

Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (unfinished series) | Teaser One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Face Cast

Rick Flag X OC Kaia Castle. He’s a soldier, she has superpowers, and there’s something there between them. More than he knows: until one day he’s fucking around with a new job and alien tech and discovers that she had his baby... and his girls in danger.

Reader Insert Fics

Detective Stephen Holder from The Killing (tv show 2011-2014)

Royal Flush | 3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | you play strip poker with your buddy Stephen

Can’t Stay Mad At You | 3.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen is late because of work (again) and he tries his best to make it up to you

Just Ask | 5.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | your boyfriend Stephen thinks pussy eating is fake and you show him how wrong he is

Every Little Step (unfinished series) | [on old Masterlist]

Stephen Holder X Mom! POC! Reader. Stephen meets you, a fellow detective at Seattle Police Department and recovering alcoholic. He falls for you and your adorable daughter instantly.

Colonel Rick Flag from DCEU Suicide Squad (2019)/ The Suicide Squad (2020)

French Lace And Silk Stockings | 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | 1950′s AU where you try on some lingerie your husband Rick bought you

Safe Harbor | 6.5k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Rick can’t seem to depressurize from the horrors of the latest mission but you can help with that

Silver Ghosts | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the March 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Tamagotchi | Drabble Challenge: less than 1k word limit | Written for the April 2022 GFS Drabble Project

Think You Can Handle That Much? | 1.4k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | My one and only fic request! You (can be read also as OC Kaia Castle) are freaking out about the wedding and your fiance Rick knows just how to calm you

Twelve of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | *word count is tagged at the beginning of every fic* 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed for Rick are as follows numerically: 5-10, 15-17, 20, 23, & 25. More info in Kinktober 2021 Masterlist (linked above)

Takeshi Kovacs (Ryker Sleeve) from Altered Carbon

Rose Venemum | 4.3k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | You ask Tak to help you with a mission and discover a new kink or two

Two of Thirty-One Kinktober 2021 Prompts | 1.5k + 2k words 🔥SMUT🔥 | Prompts completed with Takeshi Kovacs were “Day Fourteen: Temperature Play/ Bath Shower Sex” and “Day Nineteen: Impact Play”

Erik Heller from Hanna (tv show 2019-2021)

A Southward Breeze | Drabble mode: less than 1k word limit | Written for the May 2022 GFS Drabble Project

\\Return to Main Masterlist for more fics by yours truly//

[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! 📭

[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 ♡

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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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[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. 

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Defender Strange - ‘greeting the sunrise’ part two

a Defender Strange x Female Reader fic [continued from]

edit courtesy of @doctorstrangeaskblog

summary: a sweet & unexpected friendship flourishes between the Sorcerer Supreme and a Sorceress in training at Kamar-Taj - and in due time, turns to something more💖 characters: Defender Strange, Sorceress Female Reader/Y/N genre: friendship, mutual pining, slow burn, first kisses rating: general audience (for now) word count: 3.5k

You set your toothbrush back in the holder and turned your eyes to the small mirror above the sink, surprised that your eyes weren’t puffy from arising at this extra early hour. Stephen had invited you to join him just outside the compound, for an exercise he referred to as ‘greeting the sunrise’. “There’s nothing quite like it,” he had promised, “Just yourself and nature’s glory all around you. It gives you a wonderful perspective and a feeling of…well, harmony with the material world. And a sense of your own, unlimited possibilities.” Certainly, that was a tempting inducement—along with his assurance that it might help you feel more confident and relaxed about facing your tests to come. But being honest with yourself, you knew you had agreed mainly to spend more time in his company.

As he’d suggested, you donned your most comfortable workout wear. A lightweight linen tank over an athletic bra, and loose cotton culottes with comfy, well broken-in canvas shoes. You’d pulled your hair into a high ponytail, smiling to imagine that Stephen might also be securing his thick mane into his usual style at this exact moment. The low, pleasant flutter of butterflies in your stomach announced itself soon after you crossed over the threshold of you room, growing stronger with each step towards your destination. Not a surprise; this had become the norm where Stephen was concerned.

The coming dawn had lightened the sky enough for you to find the little path he had described for you to follow to his special place, which offered a pristine view of the mountains on the near horizon. You found him sitting cross-legged on a bamboo mat, eyes closed in meditation. Every line of Stephen’s body beckoned to you. To your heart. His peerless profile and long neck. His broad shoulders and bare, muscular arms. The perfection of his posture—never had you known a man so straight-backed in every waking moment. Even the calm, deep cadence of his breathing held you mesmerized and unwilling to disturb the serenity he projected.

Fortunately, he must have sensed your presence because he opened his eyes and turned your way. With a small toss of his head, he beckoned to you, “Good morning, Y/N. No need to be shy—c’mon over.” You watched him unfold his long form and take to his feet, while crossing to him.

“Good morning,” you grinned, hoping you didn’t sound as lovesick as you felt. “This place is gorgeous. Yoga exercises aside, it would make perfect spot for a picnic.”

His eyes danced with good humor, though he laid his index finger against his lips a moment. “It’s one of my few secrets—only Wong, and now you, know it’s my place to make a quiet escape for a time…when I need one.”

“I’m honored, Stephen.” Your first blush of the day made you feel self-conscious, but you promised him gamely, “And your secret is safe with me.”

“You’re trying too hard, Y/N,” Stephen told you patiently, “This is meant to center you. To allow you to simply coexist with your internal energy, so that when you tap into other dimensional energies for spell work or conjuring shields and weapons, they can blend seamlessly with your own.” He gave a little huff of amusement, “This is not meant to be a workout. You understand?”

“Yes…yes, I do…” you sighed in exasperation, jutting your lower lip out enough to blow away the damp tendrils of hair that were stuck to your forehead. He had given you a full demonstration of the exercise, along with a thorough explanation, but twenty minutes in you were still failing. “Maybe I just can’t do it.” You pressed you lips tight against giving into a more emotional outburst. It wouldn’t help you get where your teacher, friend, andthe soul you admiredmost in all the world, was trying to lead you.

Stephen wore that smirk you coveted well, the one that showed the smile it could evolve into in the shallow creases of his cheek. “Yes, you can, Y/N—and I promise that you will. Sooner than you think.”

The skeptical expression you wore moved him to a new tactic. “Alright, let’s try this. Assume the position.”

You quirked your brow and smirked back, as your mind teased you with the double entendres his choice of words invoked. Strange circled behind you as you spread your arms wide and planted your feet an arm’s length apart, with your right knee bent as you leaned in that direction. Straight-backed as could be, you nearly jumped in surprise when he placed one hand on your left shoulder and the other beneath your bicep. A shiver of delight ran down your spine while you stopped a moan from escaping your throat. You had avoided any physical contact with him for so long that you wondered if he had even a clue of what his touch could do to you. “Relax.” He drew the word out as he ran both hands slowly and firmly along the length of your arm.

You felt anything but relaxed as he repeated the motion several times more, your belly grown tight with the need for a far more intimate, forbidden touch. But you must have hidden it well, as he encouraged you. “That’s right…there it is…let the tension just flow out from the tips of your fingers. Good…doing good…”

And somehow, it did. Was it the banked power of his touch? The warmth of his own energy somehow suffusing your skin? The low, rich timbre of his voice, soothing you even as you were hyper aware how close to your ear he was speaking? Once he removed his hands, you felt as though your arm was floating in place, with no effort to keep it there on your part.

“Good…very good, Y/N.” Were you fooling yourself, or did he sound proud of you? Pleased and proud beyond that of a dispassionate teacher and or even a friend. You wished it could be so, with every loping beat of your heart. He moved to your right side, following through with the same massaging of your right arm, and urged you to turn your focus inward.

You closed your eyes, to concentrate as Stephen instructed. Drew several deep, cleansing breaths, trying to rise above the distractions around you—the most obvious of which was the man himself. Calling upon the discipline which had been one of the earliest lessons on your journey to become a master of the mystic arts, you dismissed your surroundings. The growing warmth of the rising sun upon your face. The cool, refreshing nip of the morning air, in counterpoint to the sweat of your brow. You easily let fade the early morning bird calls as they greeted the dawn and one another—but a more compelling sound was nearly impossible to dismiss. Stephen’s voice, low and patient and kind–just as it sounded in the dreams that had begun to come more frequently since you had started spending time in his company.

More beguiling still, was how close he was. Not just by touch, but by the strength of his presence. His warm breath raising the fine hairs on the back of your neck and tickling the shell of your ear. Speaking your name with an unexpected intimacy that made you weak…while making you ache with unfulfillable longing. Maybe accepting his invitation to join him in his morning stretches had been a mistake. For although your body seemed to be following his intent, that stubborn desire for him filled your core. You’d have to get away from him soon or betray your improper secret.

Perhaps he felt that imperceptible change, perhaps he already knew you well enough to read your body’s cues. He left no space between you, the solid wall of his chest against your back. Surely, he could feel you tremble, even before husking against your ear, “You’ve got this, my dear…just like I knew you would…” Stephen trailed off, though he didn’t budge. The growing tension in his body seemed to signal a struggle. He drew a long, sharp breath, and without meaning to, you echoed him, waiting, wondering what was to come next. Daring to hope that he strained exactly as you did—to not expose a forbidden truth.

And then he broke. In your imaginings it had almost always been so, for what woman doesn’t fantasize that the man she secretly wants, wants her just as desperately? But you had honestly expected that if this moment were ever to come, the revelation would be yours to make.

“…my dear, Y/N…my darling…” Stephen brushed his lips to the back of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, as though to fix it in his memory. He lingered for only a moment and then backed away, stunned at his own behavior--and you felt that without him to lean against, your legs might just give out.

“I’m sorry…so sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered, as you turned to face him, too shocked by the disparity between his deeds and his words to form a coherent reply. “This is wrong. The worst sort of trespass of your trust.” His voice was filled with regret and longing, proof that he was somehow caught between the two. “I swear on my soul I didn’t invite you to join me for this…this purpose. I value your friendship, and respect you too much as a woman and as an initiate of the Mystic Arts to give into such an…unfortunate…impulse.”

The shame on his face was unbearable, and you needed to tell him that he had done nothing wrong. That you wanted him too, with every breath you drew. In every moment in his company. You took a small step closer and extended your hand his way, your throat so thick with emotion that you had to clear it before you spoke. “Stephen, please…I…there is…” You struggled for the right words to assuage him, “…you’ve made no trespass here…I promise you. I promise you that…that nothing could be further from the truth.” Your palm throbbed with the need to cup his cheek, while your heart ached to soothe his knit brow.

He shook his head and let it hang down, the uncharacteristic slump of his shoulders speaking all too eloquently of regret. You could not allow him to believe he had overstepped some boundary between you, nor berate himself for following the most natural impulse in the world. Now was the time to assert yourself—for Stephen’s sake.

If he felt you approach, he gave no sign. But you stood in his space and took his hand with no hesitation--the warmth of your skin, the rare intimacy of your touch, appearing to be enough to calm his usual tremoring. Definitely a good sign. “You’ve done nothing to beat yourself up over,” you told him quietly.   Stephen gave a slow, subtle shake of his head—but he was clearly listening. Time to be your bravest, you told yourself. Be brave for the both of us. You drew a long breath to gather your wisdom, then exhaled slowly. “I think we both know there’s been something more than just friendship growing between us, Stephen.” Speaking his name already felt different; like it had been meant all along to fill your mouth with the sweetest taste of your life. “We’ve both been trying our best not to show it—but I think it was bound to show itself eventually. Like it has this morning.” You lifted his hand to your lips, flush with certainty that this was what you needed to do to sway him past the sticking point—and recalling his own small gesture those several weeks ago, brushed your lips softly across his knuckles.

He raised his eyes to yours, your mouth just hovering above his fingers, and his eyes gave answer with a mix of relief and acceptance in their sunlight-paled, blue crystal depths. The smile that dawned on his face was the confirmation, and in a heartbeat more, he had gathered you into his arms. His smile was the only sunrise that mattered now. And if you were blessed in the months and years ahead, you would witness a thousand more at least.

“Your wisdom, as usual, is…impeccable,” he hummed, then bit his plump lower lip as his gaze focused on your mouth. His embrace was solid and reassuring, allowing you to relax; you felt his banked strength in the palms and fingers of his gentle hands, showing no need to rush or overwhelm you. “It always is.” Stephen slid his right hand up from your lower back to cup your cheek, and you couldn’t help closing your eyes and nestling against his warm skin. “So very wise…but so very soft too…” he mused, almost to himself, “…an irresistible combination…from the first time we spoke…” He stroked the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone, and you drew a halting breath while your eyes fluttered open. “Why did it take us so long to get here? I’ve wanted to kiss you for…it feels like forever now…know what I mean?”

You agreed with a swift nod, not surprised at the warmth and the patience filling your chest—for you had known in the depths of your silent longing that once such an acknowledgement came from either of you, your hearts would lead the way. Stephen quirked the brow above the crooked lift of his small, satisfied smile and your last thought before he brushed his lips to yours was ‘at last!’.

That first contact was soft, his lips as tender as you’d expected, and you couldn’t help the soft purr of assent in your throat. You felt the full curve of his smile as he cupped your other cheek, while you laid both hands against his chest. The heat of his skin beneath his worn linen shirt was pure enticement, as you knew it was on your account and not from his morning stretches. Even the pace of his heart matched yours.

When he pulled away from this quiet kiss, you followed forward with parted lips and eyes still closed, unwilling to relinquish the connection. “My sweet, sweet Y/N,” was all he managed before returning for more. Nudging your ready mouth with his enough to slip his lower lip between yours, applying soft suction on your upper lip, while tilting your head back slightly. Tenderly stealing your breath and your reason.

Stephen ran the tip of his tongue along your trapped lip several times, urging open your mouth to accept its patient thrust. You moaned as you accepted it, aching for him to overcome all your senses this way. The thorough dance of his tongue upon yours held the flavor of mint toothpaste and the promise of how well he would spoil you as a lover. Your joy as he finally claimed you surpassed any of your life.

And how easily you both lost track of time as the rosy hues of dawn gave way to early morning proper! At some point you had slipped one hand onto the bare skin of his neck, raising a low, delicious growl in the back of his throat, and quite obviously quickening his pulse. Reminding you that Stephen was surely even more touched-deprived than you. His embrace was firm but cautious, for he knew the extremes of his own strength and took great care to avoid causing you even the slightest discomfort. But the solid press of his body to yours hid no secrets; as you grew ever soft and eager for his touch, so he grew hard with months of desire denied.

Eventually, Stephen pulled you along as he sought a seat on a moss-covered outcropping of rock, taking you onto his lap, leaving you breathless as he kissed from the tender skin beneath your ear onto your neck, breathing sweet praise on your flesh between kisses. You sighed his name again and again, gasping your surprise as he cupped one of your breasts. “Is this alright,” he asked, not letting go.

Dizzied by how good everything between you felt, you declared amidst your sighs, “Yes…yes, my darling…more right than anything in my life…oh gaaaaawd…” This was all so much more than ‘alright’. Already better than the fleeting dreams you woke breathless from and more fulfilling than the idealistic fantasies you’d indulged in. That single word echoed at the back of your mind as you lost yourself in Stephen’s tender affections. Alright? You soon realized that if he had wanted to take you in the open, for anyone to stumble upon, you had no will to deny him.

And yet…

And yet.

And yet, at least one of you must remember the need for decorum, if only owing to Stephen’s auspicious position. As heavenly as this interlude was, as much as you had both been longing to express the desire that had flowered between you, how would it be if the Sorcerer Supreme were found indulging in such an earthly, selfish pursuit—with a woman who ultimately served under his authority?  You could easily imagine the scandal, calling into question his ability to be impartial and perhaps causing a loss of respect among the ranks of wizards under his command. You loved Stephen too much to allow such a disaster to fall upon him. Merely the thought of it created a chilling shadow upon the happiness that suffused your soul. You groaned as you accepted that for now, you must stop things from getting out of hand.

Stephen would have felt the change in you, even without that vocalization. The immediate, tender concern in his voice was a balm against your disappointment. “What is it, Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You shook your head when he raised his to face you squarely, watching you blink back the sting of your tears. “Honey, please…have I pushed too far, too soon?” He lowered his eyes and added ruefully, “You must forgive me. Please. It’s been too long since I’ve felt this way for anyone, and you deserve…” Stephen looked up again, his soulful eyes pleading his case. “…you deserve someone less clumsy at this…”

Smiling sadly, you laid one hand aside his cheek, and traced the fingertips of your other hand upon his furrowed brow. “My darling…Stephen…you’ve been perfect to me in every way. My dreams come true.” Like a prince among men. “But don’t you think we should be more careful? If we’re seen…well…gossip will spread like wildfire…”

“I won’t hear of it!” A darkness that must be very like that which his enemies face before he defeats them colored his noble features—and you felt a thrill prickle your skin at the thought that this time it was on your behalf. “Anyone doing so will answer for it to me!”

“That would be the worst sort of reaction, darling. You can’t be seen playing favorites in any way, positively or negatively.” Stephen’s passion was dear to your heart, and all the more reason for you to remain the reasonable one. “It would undermine your authority—and I won’t…I can’t…be responsible for that.”

His eyes and nostrils flared—so damn sexy it would be one of your favorite images to dwell on as you drifted off to sleep tonight—before he asked, “What can we do then…what’s our remedy? I won’t give you up.”

“Nor I, you,” you sighed, “We’ll just need to be discreet. Especially over the next couple weeks. Let me pass my tests without any appearance of undue influence…and then…”

“And then?” You adored how he was warming to your reasoning.

“And then…hmmmm…we’ll revisit our public boundaries and see where we go from there.”

Stephen was silent a moment, then laid his palm upon your hand on his cheek, holding it in place as he turned enough to kiss it. “And what about this? I’ll be wanting to hold you every moment you’re near. I’ll be hungering for your kiss even when we’re in the crowded courtyard or dining hall.”

The heat that arose in your cheeks came as much from how he his eyes confessed the truth of his proclamations as the promises themselves. And he smiled a bit wolfishly, seeing the color there. “You damn well better, Stephen. Because I will too.” You dared a swift, soft kiss on his lips, but he held you there, exacting a deeper, more enduring toll before he let you go.

He leaned his forehead to yours before you rose to leave. “Our tea times remain,” he reminded you, “To change them now would be suspicious, don’t you think?” Your smile was impish for both of your sakes. “As you command me, Doctor Strange, I will not fail you.” You backed a few steps away, loathe to leave him with the sun shining full on the face you adored and the form that you knew by heart, though your hands had not been allowed to explore it yet. “And I’ll count to the minute…to the very second…all the long hours between this meeting and the next.” With a reverential dip of your head, you turned to go, fighting the urge to look back, knowing you weren’t strong enough to resist begging for a hundred kisses more before you left.  

No Defense for the Heart - Defender Strange series

part one - 'of secret longing and hidden grief’

part two - 'of spilled tea and more than sympathy’

part three - ‘greeting the sunrise’ pt 1

part three - ‘greeting the sunrise’ pt 2

part four - ‘I’ll always be holding you’ pt 1

part four - ‘I’ll always be holding you’ pt 2 

part four - ‘I’ll always be holding you’ pt 3 (eventually)

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