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heresathreebee · 2 years

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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."

#three bees writing #smut #stephen holder #stephen holder x reader #the killing #joel kinnaman

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margretta78 · 7 years

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Sister Talk

I am now writing a fanfic about these two idiots....the beginning of an obsession. HELP!!

Basically a karamel one-shot even though it’s mostly Alex and Kara. ENJOY!

(Tagging a few karamel lovelies: @karamelicious @heart-knows-no-shame @super-karamel @captainkaramel @daenerysjon )

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“Thanks for coming over,” Kara said as she placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her sister. “Especially on a Sunday morning…I hope Maggie wasn’t too annoyed that I’m stealing you away.”

Alex quickly waved it off as she took her first sip. “Mmm…no, she’s fine…sleeping in this morning…we have plans to meet up for lunch later.” Alex took another sip as she studied her sister, who was humming while she doctored her own coffee. “Sooo…is the reason I’m over here have anything to do with the fact that you haven’t stopped smiling since I’ve walked through the door?”

Kara immediately pressed her lips together as she stirred her coffee. “Pppfftt…whhaat? I haven’t been….”” Another smile crept through but she tried to hide it by taking another sip, but as soon as she swallowed another smile bloomed on her face. “Okay, well…” She cleared her throat as she pushed her glasses. “Perhaps a little the reason…okay, the main reason…yes, I’m….” She broke off into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry…I’m just…”

“Happy,” Alex finished for her as she smiled herself. “You look happy.” She then narrowed her eyes, studying her flushed cheeks and toothy grin as she did a cute little swaying dance where she stood. “Oh….I know that look…did you?”

Kara pressed her lips together tightly, nodding her head erratically as she let out a little squeak.

“With Mon El?!”

She repeated the excited gesture…lips pressed, giddy nodding, tiny squeak.

“Of course with Mon El, why would I even ask that, you two have been playing the cat and mouse game for months, oh my god….” She set her mug down and covered her hands with hers. “Okay tell me everything, don’t leave anything out…go.”

Kara let out an exasperated breath as she leaned forward. “Oh my…okay, okay…but we have to keep it down because he’s still asleep.”

Alex’s eyes widened. “He’s still here?” she asked in a hushed whisper.

“Of course he’s still here,” she said with a little attitude and a smug smile. “Now that I finally have him where I want him, do you think I’m going to let him go?”

Alex leaned back with an arched brow. “Kara Danvers, you saucy little minx, what have you done to my sister?”

She let out another giggle. “I know, right? I don’t know, he brings this….this other side of me that I didn’t know I had…I just…I’ve never felt this way before.”

Alex grinned as she leaned forward on her forearms. “Well? How was it?”

Her lips curved as she tapped her fingers on her mug. “Which time?”

Alex gave her little sister a look. “Okay…now you’re bragging.”

Kara laughed softly. “Okay, maybe a little…but I know I can without feeling guilty since you’re just as happy and….satisfied…as I am.”

“Hey, cheers to that, sister,” Alex said as she held up her mug, both of them giggling when they clinked.

Kara let out a long, dreamy sigh. “Oh my god, Alex…it was amazing…he was amazing, I just….the first time, we just went after each other….we didn’t hold anything back.”

“Don’t stop now, keep going,” she urged her as she wiggled her brows.

“Okay, so…Rao knows I haven’t had many relationships…one of the reasons was that I was scared that I, well….”

“Might drastically hurt someone while in the throes?”

Kara snorted out a giggle. “Well, yeah? Basically.”

“But you don’t have to worry about that with Mon El.”

She grinned as she slowly shook her head. “Nope.”

“Aaannd, he doesn’t have to be careful with you either.”

“Yup.”

“Wow,” she finally said breathlessly as she fanned herself. “I can only imagine.”

Kara bit her lip as she gave her sister a sly look. “We broke the couch, Alex.”

Alex blinked a few times, shaking her head. “You…what?” She swiveled in her chair and her jaw dropped when she saw the couch…both legs of one side broken so the couch angled downward. “Oh…my god.”

“Yyyeaaah,” Kara said as she bit her lip again. “We didn’t even realize it till after….when our legs were above our heads. We laughed like goons.”

Alex swiveled back around, eyeing her with a little smile. “Did you two break the bed as well?”

Kara chuckled softly as she adjusted her glasses. “No…no, afterwards, he…Alex, he scooped me up like in the movies…for once in my life I felt like the damsel in distress, not the hero…and normally that would piss me off, but…he was pretty smooth…and made me feel wonderfully female.”

“Kara,” she said sweetly as she reached over to take her hand.

“And the second time…it was soft and slow, and the way he touched me…so gently…t was as if I was made of fragile glass...it was just….it was just so wonderful.”

When she heard the emotion in her sister’s voice, she rounded the counter that was separated them and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so happy for you,” she murmured as they both began to sway. “You deserve it so much…to find that kind of person that will love you and cherish you the way you are. I’m so glad you found it with Mon El.”

“We both found it,” she reminded her as she closed her eyes and held on tight.

Alex smiled. “Yeah,” she said as she pulled away to grin at her. “We’re both pretty lucky, huh?”

Kara laughed. “Yeeahh, we are…I…”

She broke off when she heard the shuffle of feet and they both turned to see Mon El waltzing in wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton boxer shorts that snugged him in…well…all the right places.

“Kara, do I smell coffee because I…” He trailed off when he saw them both, looking at Kara and then Alex who was smirking at him with one brow raised. “….because IIII’m going to go put on some pants.”

“Yes,” Kara said fighting back a smile. “Yes, why don’t you go and do just that?”

“Right…yes.” He clapped his hands once as he shuffled backwards and then pointed two finger guns to Alex. “Good to see you, Alex.”

She gave a little nod, pointing right back. “You too…just maybe not so much of you…althooogh,” she trailed off when he turned around, exposing his backside.

Kara let out a baffled laugh as she smacked her arm. “Alex!”

“Whaat? I…I may be into girls, Kara, but even I can appreciate the male form.”

Kara laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

“Your alien boyfriend has an excellent butt.”

Kara snorted out another laugh, hunched up her shoulders as she swayed to and fro. “Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?”

Alex let out another laugh, and then picked back up her coffee. “Okay, I better go…leave you two lovebirds alone….any plans today?” she asked before finishing off the coffee.

“Nope…just going to hang in here…order in some food…maybe introduce him to the joys of Netflix.”

She nodded in approval. “Netflix and chill….nice.”

“Thanks again for coming by,” she said walking her sister to the door.

“Absolutely…I’ll see you Monday…enjoy the rest of the day.”

“You, too…tell Maggie hi for me.”

“Will do.”

They shared one last quick hug and when she closed the door and when she turned she saw Mon El standing by the kitchen, this time with his jeans on but didn’t bother to button them up. He was shirtless, barefoot and his hair was mussed up from her eager fingers and he had a grin on his face that sent a ball of lust deep in the pit of her belly.

“Hi,” she finally said as she began to fill the distance between them.

He grinned as he shoved his hands in the front of his pockets, rocking back on his bare heels. “Hi.”

“Sooo, sorry about that, she just….came by for some coffee…to just…well…”

“Kara,” he said simply as he took his first steps towards her. “She’s your sister….you don’t have to explain to me why she’s here.”

“Oh…well.” She cleared her throat, pushed up her glasses. “That’s…nice…thanks.”

He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips…he didn’t touch her, his hands stayed safely in his pockets, but he nipped and seduced with just his lips, turning her knees to jelly. “I have a question,” he murmured against her mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip.

She wasn’t sure she would be able to answer, considering her brain was turning into mush. “Yes? Answer…I mean…what?”

He snaked an arm around her back, bending slightly to pull her off her feet, grinning when she immediately locked her legs around him. “Do you think…your kitchen table is sturdy enough to handle us?”

“Oh,” she said as her heart began to race, gasping softly when he plopped her down on the wooden surface and nestled neatly in between her thighs. “Oh, wow…I…” She closed her eyes when his lips began to cleverly travel down her neck. “I…I think we should definitely risk it.”

He leaned back to look down at her, skimming his thumb along her quivering bottom lip. “That’s my girl…so brave.”

She laughed as she fisted his hair and yanked him back down, crushing his lips to hers.

They did in fact damage the table, which meant that instead of introducing Mon El to Netflix like she planned…she took him to the exciting and fascinating world of IKEA.

(fin)

#karamel #karamel fic #karamel one shots #mags fics #i am trash for these two

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