#Colin Zabel x y/n

[fear-is-truth]

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. — colin zabel

𝜗𝜚 tags ; nsfw﹒mdni﹒fem!reader﹒ masturbation

kinktober day 13 — masturbation

“yeah? is that so?” your husband rasped in his morning voice, the deep timbre sending a delicious shiver from your chest straight to your toes. colin had only woken up a few minutes ago, and your phone call had been the reason. not that he minded—he loved waking up to the sound of your voice. in fact, it was his second favourite way to wake up, right after having you nestled warm and close beside him.

you, on the other hand, had already been up for hours, going about your routine, and couldn’t wait to tell him about your day so far. even as you babbled on, telling him about the little things that happened, his mind was fixated on something else entirely—on you. the way your voice flowed, sweet and familiar, soothed him, helping him ease into the morning.

it didn’t matter what you were saying, not really.

“so, then i went to the store, and you wouldn’t believe what i found,” you continued excitedly, oblivious to how sleepy he still was. “they had this beautiful teapot set, you know, the kind i was telling you about last week? the blue one with the red goldfish…”

“mhm…” he murmured in response, eyes still closed as he lay on his back, his cellphone pressed to his ear. his hand absently smoothed over the pillow beside him, wishing you were there instead. the corners of his lips tugged upward slightly as he pictured the way your face must’ve lit up when you found that teapot.

colin zabel lives for your smiles.

he loved seeing you get excited; it always made him smile like a fool and all the blood would go rushing to his groin, and he felt like a fucking pervert for it. but in the end, it wasn’t his fault that his wife was just so adorable. there were times when he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, needing a moment jerk off—because your honeyed voice was just too sweet, your smile so bright and infectious.

“…but i didn’t buy it yet. i thought maybe we could go together when you come home?”

his heart softened at the sentiment, and his cock hardened. “sounds nice, love. i’ll go with you.” as you babbled on about stopping by the bakery on the corner, and how they were almost out when you got there—something about a new flavour that everyone had apparently been talking about. “i didn’t even get to try the matcha croissant because they sold out,” you complained, “but i got you a chocolate one for when you’re back.”

he was trying his best to listen to your words, but his hand was already in his pyjama bottoms, cupping his bulge through his boxers.

“colin. you’re still sleepy, aren’t you?”

he let out a soft sigh, lips curving into a smirk you couldn’t see. “a little… but keep talking,” he urged, “i want to hear more about your day.” hips were already bucking into his hand. he tried his best to stay silent. soft grunts managed to escape his lips, barely audible, but you were too busy chattering away to notice. eventually, his hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down alongside his pants.

“and then i told her–”

colin hummed in agreement before starting to tease the tip of his cock, a pearly bead of precum already decorating it. putting all his concentration on your voice, he started to carefully stroke himself—while picturing the way your small fingers wrapped around his length, trying to replicate the soft strokes you’d always administer when you jerked him off.

hand squeezing his shaft, as his the pad of thumb rubbed over the pink tip. beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he was trying to suppress the whimper that was bubbling in the back of his throat. if only you knew what was happening on the other side of the phone.

“colin?”

“y-yeah?”

“are you even listening?”

“sorry, got a bit distracted there... can you please, ah… repeat what you said?” and you did. not that he picked up anything you said, he was too occupied with chasing his high, and to be honest, processing your words wasn’t a part of that—he’d make it up to you another time. copious amounts of sticky white cum splattered over his hand, just as your laughter from the other end sounded in his ear. the white pyjama bottoms were now ruined, but colin couldn’t bring himself to care.

[evvyyypeters-fics]

Fuck (Around) and Find Out

Colin Zabel x quiet!f!reader

Warnings! Heavy smut, porn w no plot, fingering, reader struggles to moan stuff, not proofread, another quick drabble

Hopefully will be posting a full fic/ request soon. School’s been beating my ass again. Wrote this bc justice for girlies who are quiet during sex, u deserve love too. Not everyone moans like a pornstar😔

Colin was used to your silence, silent squeaks of pleasure and fish mouthed moans being basically the only pleasurable sound coming from your mouth whenever you had sex. You couldn’t help it, you both knew. But he still found it satisfying because it was you, and also from the cute look on your scrunching and contorting face as you squeak like a mouse at the stimulation. His fingers worked delicate circles around your clit, causing your thighs to shiver.

You hold your empty hands onto his thighs, clinging to them gently as your back rests flush against him as he sits against the back cushions of the couch, your body melted into him and hips raised forward as he uses a hand to spread your thighs apart, massaging your soaked slit with his thick fingers.

You gaze up at him and his eyes glance away from their focused gaze on your cunt and to the puppy-eye stare you give him, causing his heart to squeeze at the sight of your flushed and blissed-out face. He slowly builds up to work deeper, pushing a finger into your soaked pussy and curling it, massaging slowly and warming you up before sinking in another.

You feel that familiar coil bubble, your eyes glancing back down at his large, rough hands as they work on you. Invisible squeaky moans and shuddering sighs getting stuck in your throat.

Colin tries something more experimental that he hadn’t done before, wanting desperately to test you to your limit, he did some research in secret to really blow your mind. Wanting to find the best ways to understand your body and how to give you more pleasure. He curled both fingers into a strange and unfamiliar spot that instantly had your thighs trying to snap closed. But his hand on your inner thigh kept them firmly apart. You felt familiar thicker moans get caught in your throat, your mouth gaped like a fish like usual, drool spilling past your lips.

To your surprise, his thumb reached over and quickly began teasing your clit while brutally massaging that spongey spot, lewd squelches sounding from your drooling cunt as he pumped you silly with his thick fingers. Your thighs shuddered and a new sensation came over you, squeezing ghostly crescent shapes through his suit-clad legs from your nails into his thighs as you held them tighter, your head pressing back into his chest as your vision blurred. Sparks beginning to fly behind your eyes.

A new sound escapes your throat that stops you both in your tracks. A loud, sweet and erotic whine finally pushes past your lips and realization hits you of the noise when Colin falters and stares at you absolutely mesmerized and shocked, his expression quickly shifting into something more sly.

“I’m guessing it felt good?” He teased, flashing a goofy, charming smile.

You swallow dryly and nod and he quickly picks back up, fingering blasting you like no tomorrow until your whole body is quivering. Silent moans still get choked in your throat, but an occasional whisper of a whimper would break through before a final white hot wave would explode through you and s familiar hot liquid would squirt over Colin’s hand and paint both of your laps.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” Colin says endearingly, placing a tender kiss in your forehead as you go limp in his arms. Post-orgasm euphoria making your mind go numb.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Hugh Hefner [Colin Zabel]

Smut

Colin was stressed. More than usual. So, you figured you should suprise him with something that should soothe his nerves, at least for a night.

You're welcome for this. I'm literally amazing. :3 yes this came from a cai bot. No it wasn't Colin. No I'm not telling u who.

Warnings: couple mentions of the infamed bunny tail plug lol, oral (m), praise cause he deserves it.

18+! MINORS DNI!

No one's perspective

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Work is stressful. Everyone knows that.

Colin felt it more than ever at the moment.

People never stopped what they were doing, cases piling up, and the general public still outraged at unsolved missing girls and unsolved deaths. It never seemed to stop pressuring everyone in the police station.

You could feel it on Colin's shoulders when he visited you. Just wanted to stay in your arms, in your bed and in silence. It almost broke your heart over and over. He never wanted to talk, never wanted to do anything. Colin ate what you made for him, and immediately let you take him to your bed. Fingers tangling in his hair, softly scratching at his scalp. Heavy sigh after a few breaths, eventually letting himself fall asleep. Everything about it made you feel worse.

You couldn't do anything about the work. Not really. If it was up to you, you would've clicked your fingers and every one was found, and all of Colin's cases would've been solved. But no. Reality didn't work like that. It never would've.

Despite the wish for reality to be a little less awful, you came up with an idea one evening. It was perfectly flawless. The internet truly is an amazing place, isn't it? Bunny suit...latex, black, sleek and one size. Into the cart, it went. It came with ears, white cuffs, and a bowtie. All according to plan. But, out of boredom, you scrolled the site a bit more. Then you saw exactly what you thought would work. A bunny tail. A plug to be exact. In your head you'd figure you'd give Colin a heart attack before getting hard at the sight of you in such an outfit. Welp, into the cart it went and you ordered both items basically immediately after finding the bunny tail.

Thank god for next-day delivery.

You were trying everything on in your room, making sure it all fit. Then you remembered Colin had a key to your place, just in case of emergencies, y'know? You had one to his place too so you didn't feel totally creeped out. You only remembered because footsteps suddenly padded into the living room. "Hey, I'm here for a little bit. That okay?" Colin asked out to the house. You didn't respond at first, completely embarrassed that you didn't have time to even make yourself up.

"Y-yeah that's fine!" You stuttered out. Colin made his way up the stairs nonchalantly, preparing to hug you as soon as he entered the room.

Upon opening the door, however, his eyes immediately wandered your back, focusing on the tail plug currently in you. The squeak of the door made you jump a little, immediately looking over your shoulder. "Holy..."

Sheepishly, you turned around, hands going behind your back. "Suprise?" You chuckled, your face suddenly feeling a lot hotter than it was before. "I um..I wanted to put this on for you...try and.." you trailed off, however, distracted by Colin's surprised, yet aroused gaze. Like his brain shut off as soon as he saw the black latex hugging you.

"Holy shit.." He whispered under his breath, feeling his trousers getting very tight, very quickly. Closing the door behind him, Colin let out a shaky breath, still taking in the sight of you in latex, every single best part of enunciated all for him. Which admittedly was every single part of you on your body. Gauging his reaction as a good one, you took a few steps towards him, suddenly smiling towards him. "You look so beautiful." Hands immediately finding your waist, feeling the latex underneath his fingers. It was basically turning Colin's face into a furnace. Red as a cherry, hot as coals on a fire. Eventually, though, he looked up into your eyes, gazing at your smile.

Taking his hands, you pressed a gentle kiss to Colin's lips. While his brain still apparently had not caught up to him. He couldn't give a coherent reply, and just let you take his hands. The idea of you in a bunny suit was hot enough, but actually wearing it...in front of him...with a tail plug? It was basically over for the detective in front of you. Leading him over to your bed, he sort of sat down awkwardly, looking up at you again. "Don't do anything. Okay? Don't do anything." You commanded softly, getting a silent nod as a response.

You got down on your knees, adjusting the latex suit once you were comfortable between your boyfriend's thighs. "Worked up huh?" You asked, starting to undo Colin's belt. It was obviously rhetorical, you knew how hard he had been working recently and his libido was at an all-time low. Well...until now that is. "Verrryyy worked up..my..let's get you sorted out.." A small chuckle left your lips after you spoke, not bothering to tease with a slow tug on his zipper. You undid the buttons, zipped down the zip, and your fingers immediately went to the waistband of the boxers he was wearing.

Slowly tugging the fabric down, watching his leaky, basically untouched cock free itself from the confines. Throbbing occasionally, pre-cum desperately starting to cover the tip. "Such a pretty boy.." Wrapping your fingers around the base of him, Colin's own hand went to your head, gently petting you. It was a sweet feeling on top of the want to de-stress the detective above you.

After licking your lips, you eventually leaned down a bit more, licking a stripe underneath. Colin's legs immediately got a bit shaky, it had definitely been a while since anything like this had happened. "A-ah..sorry.." he mumbled an apology for his legs immediately starting to get a bit shaky.

"hey...no apologising darling.." You smiled, looking up at him. "it's been a while I know that...and I'll make sure it feels the best for you." Your words let Colin take a deep breath and nod, petting your head a bit more. With another smile, you leant back in, enveloping the tip around your lips. Warm breaths were felt, which only caused a shaky gasp to leave Colin.

That's always good. It only made you smile a bit more, continuing to push more of his dick down your throat. Drool starting to collect as you closed your eyes, eventually letting your lips reach your fingers that were wrapped around the base of him. Shaky, small mutters of pleasure and need left Colin's own lips with every movement. His hand actually ended up grabbing onto the bunny headband you had on, the fluffy ears being gripped onto. That was definitely going to end up on the bed or the floor somewhere in a few minutes.

Letting yourself go faster, the lewd sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat got repetitive. Blinking your eyes open, you glanced up to Colin with glazed-over eyes, only to see his own eyes screwed shut. Still hearing little mutters between his moans. Occasionally, you pulled back to catch your breath, just to go back in without wasting another second. "Ohh...jesus.." He whispered, leaning back a little as the shlick of saliva continued throughout the room.

You continued until you pulled yourself back for a second, swallowing the saliva that was collected in your mouth. Colin's hand gripped your head tighter, immediately pushing you back down, causing you to suddenly deepthroat him out of nowhere. A squeak of surprise left you, eyes wide open for a moment. The squeak sent a small vibration through Colin, making a few mumbling swears leave his own lips. You felt the viscous warmth being shot into your mouth, your cheeks puffing slightly to encompass it all. Slowly pulling yourself away, you managed to swallow what you could, licking your lips of whatever dripped out of the corners of your mouth.

"j-jesus.." Colin breathed out, letting go of your head and gazing down at you as you caught your breath. "..I love you.." He whispered with a small smile, reaching his hand down to your cheek.

With a smile back, you could barely reply without some breaths in between. "I love you more. Feelin' a little better now?" You asked softly, moving to stand up between Colin's legs. His hands wandered around your thighs, squeezing at the skin there, nodding in silent reply to your question. Letting his fingers reach behind for the tail plug, feeling the tactile fluff that stuck out of you. "Ha..yeah I um, I was just getting this, suit, but was bored and searched a bit more. Eventually finding this..plug. Was it worth it?"

Colin's hands wandered up to your waist, gripping it and pulling you up slightly, letting himself fall back onto the bed. Your legs moved to straddle him comfortably and lean down slightly. "Yeah, it was definitely worth it." He chuckled breathlessly, once again feeling the latex that hugged your body. "...Could you wear it a bit more?"

Raising an eyebrow, you smirked slightly and kissed Colin again. "Of course I can." Your lips met his again, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. It was certainly going to be a long night.

And you were certainly glad Colin had a day off tomorrow.

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Colin Zabel » Photo Evidence

⋆.˚ summary: finding colin’s old academy photos and just having to mess with him — inspired by @lemoniiiiiii reblog of my one post 🤞

⋆.˚ fluff , short and sweet , literally posting this the night before flufftober just so I can get it out 😭

“Where the hell did you find those?”

He stared at the photos in your hand, a look of embarrassment painted on his face, all while trying to ignore the fact you were on the verge of laughing your ass off.

“I snooped into your file.” You shrugged and proudly held the photos up again, attempting to compare how he looked then to how.

He was quick to reach forward and take the paper from you, folding it up and placed it back down on the desk next to him.

“I don’t like you anymore.” He grumbled out as he took a seat, running a hand down his face before looking up at you.

“Please tell me you didn’t show anyone..”

You couldn’t help but awkwardly stand there—because you did in fact show people. You showed the entire station.

“Of course not..” You chuckled nervously, fixing your collar before rocking back and forth on your heels for a moment. “Anyway! I have to go and.. do my duties that Mare put me up to. Bye Colin!”

You were quick to grab your bag and rush past him, listening as he pushed himself out of the chair and called out to you.

“I’ll get you back for this!” He huffed and picked up the paper again, unfolding it to take a final look at the photos before tossing it in the trash.

“I didn’t look that bad.. did I?” He questioned under his breath, pulling his current ID from his pocket just to compare. He sighed and crumbled the paper up, tossing it into the nearest trash can.

“Why would anyone let me use those pictures?”

[kit-walk3r]

Hi! I love your work! Can I make a Colin request? Maybe one where he’s super shy around reader and everyone in the office has a crush on her. He gets discouraged to ask her out because he’s super nervous around her

Aw thank you 💗 This is such a cute request, I hope I’ve done it justice for you! And also I’m sorry this is so late.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Coffee (Colin Zabel x fem!reader)

Colin has a crush on you. Unfortunately, he’s not so good at making a move.

Warnings: None

Oh, the effect you had on Colin Zabel.

Being one of the younger females at the station, you’d noticed a few looks in your direction. You weren’t stupid, you knew the guys were looking at you and you heard a couple of the comments they’d make. And you’d caught Colin’s gaze in your direction a couple of times, too. However, there was something a little more… innocent about the way Colin looked at you. He was never looking at your chest or at your ass. He just always felt more respectful in the way he looked at you, like he was looking at you as a person as not as a body.

One morning you were walking with your head turned, talking to one of your colleagues at their desk when you bumped into a tall figure. You let out an instinctive gasp at the contact and feeling of a warm liquid on your hands. You looked down to see what looked like coffee spilt over them. Then you looked up to see Colin stood wide eyed who had clearly taken the brunt of the coffee spillage. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” You panicked, looking at the growing brown stain on Colin’s shirt. You instantly grabbed some tissues off the desk next to you and quickly started dabbing it to try and clean it up.

Colin just stood frozen, the feeling of your hands rubbing his chest sending his brain into haywire. 

You noticed how your wiping and dabbing was having no effect on cleaning Colin’s shirt and that you were just rubbing the stain in. “I’m just making it worse, aren’t I?” You cringed.

Colin finally came round when he heard you speak. “No, no. It’s fine,” he tried to reassure you with a slight stutter, hoping he wasn’t giving away his nerves too much. He noticed a couple of tiny coffee stains on the bottom of your shirt and his eyes widened in panic. “Shit, it’s on you too,” Colin pointed out.

You looked down at the tiny splatters, barely noticeable. “Colin, they’re fine. You can hardly notice them,” you looked back at him and the stain on his shirt. “I’m more worried about you. Do you have another shirt?”

Colin shook his head, now feeling like an idiot. He looked at the stain himself. Well shit, that was a big one. “I guess I’m just going to be smelling of coffee today,” he winced.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologised again. 

“It’s fine,” Colin tried to reassure you.

“Can I at least give you money for another coffee?” You offered.

“It’s fine,” Colin repeated. “It’s just the morning coffee my mom made.”

Colin internally groaned as soon as he spoke. Why did he just basically tell you he lived with his mom? That’s not cool. Way to make a fool of yourself even more, he thought. 

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” You insisted. You felt bad and really wanted to do something to make up for this situation.

Colin felt like he needed to get out of this situation before he properly embarrassed himself. However, standing covered in coffee telling you he lived with his mom had already seemed to do its job. 

“Seriously, it’s fine,” Colin said yet again. “But I’ve got to go. Bye.” 

He quickly took off, leaving you standing in the middle of the station confused whilst your colleague you had previously been talking to laughed from the sidelines.

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“What happened to you?” Mare eyed the large coffee stain on Colin’s shirt as he got into the passenger seat of her car.

Colin cringed. “I bumped into Y/N and managed to spill coffee all over myself.”

Mare couldn’t help but laugh at Colin’s misfortune. “Not the greatest flirting technique.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Colin asked, confused.

“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Mare arched an eyebrow. “This is the most obvious crush I have ever seen.”

“I don’t have a crush on anyone,” Colin tried to object but Mare quickly cut him off.

“Oh, please. There’s no use trying to deny it. It’s painful to watch,” she said. 

Colin groaned. “Is it really that bad?”

“Yes,” Mare said matter of factly. “So, are you gonna ask her out?”

Colin shook his head. “Nope.”

Mare looked at him blankly. “Why not?”

“Well, I don’t exactly have a great track record. My last relationship didn’t exactly end too well,” Colin tried to argue.

Mare let out a groan and rolled her eyes. “Zabel, are you really going to let some bitch who ditched you two weeks before your wedding and probably left you in a shit ton of debt dictate your dating life forever?”

“It just feels a little too soon,” Colin shrugged.

“It’s been two years,” Mare deadpanned.

Colin had no rebuttal for that. Mare was right, he needed to let his failed engagement go. He’d been holding on to those heartbroken feelings for too long. His ex-fiance wasn’t coming back. She’d moved on. Why shouldn’t he?

“Tell me,” Mare turned towards him. “What is it that you’re actually afraid of?” 

Colin thought. Honestly, there was a long list. Rejection, embarrassment, awkwardness, eventual heartbreak. The list went on.

“I guess,” Colin said slowly. “I’m scared that I’ll get my heart broken again.”

Mare gave Colin a sympathetic look. “Your ex messed you up pretty good, didn’t she?”

Colin sighed. “I just don’t want things to go that wrong again.”

Mare thought for a moment. “Look, this is probably the most sentimental I’m ever gonna be, but here it goes. You can’t let this stop you from going out there and giving life a go. You might get hurt again, so what? That’s just a part of life and you’ve got to accept it. Yes, things could go real bad with Y/N, but they could also go real good. Are you really going to neglect the opportunity to potentially have something great over a little fear that things won’t go the way you want?”

Colin considered Mare’s advice. Perhaps she was right and it was time for him to make the leap and take risks in his personal life.

“You know, that was pretty good advice,” Colin noted.

Mare nodded. “I know, and I don’t give it often so you should feel lucky.”

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Colin decided that the next day was the day he would finally ask you out.

“Hey, Y/N,” Colin called for you from the doorway to his office.

You turned around with a soft smile. “Colin, hi,” You nodded towards his shirt. “No more coffee stain.” You joked. 

Colin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he looked down at his clean shirt to try and determine what you were on about. Then it dawned on him. You were joking about yesterday’s unfortunate coffee incident. “Oh. Yeah. All clean today,” he cringed internally as soon as he said those words. “Anyway, I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh, sure,” you nodded. “There was actually something I wanted to talk about with you, too. Shall we talk in your office?”

Colin nodded and stepped aside so that you could enter. His heart was starting to pound with nerves and he prayed that his cheeks weren’t blushing red. 

You took a seat at the edge of Colin’s desk and watched him. From Colin’s nervous exterior, he’s flushed cheeks and slight stutter you had a slight feeling of what he might have been trying to ask you. He wasn’t exactly subtle, you’d seen the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking and noticed how shy he would get when you spoke to him. You decided to put the poor guy out of his misery.

“Do you fancy going for coffee some time?” You asked innocently. 

Colin’s eyes widened at your invitation. “Wait, what?” 

“You were trying to ask me out, right?” Colin nodded slowly and you smiled. “Well, there. I’ve done it for you.”

Colin was silent for a moment, attempting to digest the situation. All of the nerves, the panic, the pep talks it had taken for him to ask you out and in the end you turned around and asked him on a date? What a twisted turn of events. Colin was grateful, though. He still didn’t know if he would have been able to get the words out. “Yeah,” he finally said, nodding with a growing smile. “Although coffee might not be such a great idea,” he chuckled, referencing yesterday’s mishap.

You laughed along too.

“Maybe I could take you to dinner?” Colin offered. “A friend of mine owns a restaurant. I’ve not been able to check it out yet but it’s supposed to be great.”

“Dinner sounds good,” you nodded with a smile mirroring Colin’s. “I’m free Saturday.”

“Saturday works,” Colin agreed. All his nerves had washed away and he was instead left with a giddy sense of excitement. “If you give me your address I can pick you up around seven thirty?”

You nodded and grabbed a notepad off Colin’s desk. You wrote down your address in neat handwriting (adding a little heart at the end) before ripping the piece of paper off and handing it over to Colin. “Seven thirty on Saturday.” You confirmed.

You headed out of his office to go back to work but paused in the doorway. You turned back and sent Colin a flirtatious smile that you knew would have an effect on him. “Bye, Colin.” And with that you were gone.

Colin’s cheeks returned to the usual deep red they were whenever he spoke to you at the flirty tone of your voice. He still couldn’t believe it. He was finally going on a date with you.

Once he was sure you were gone he quickly pulled out his phone and found Mare’s contact before sending her an excited message.

MARE YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT

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𝓓on't stand so close to me ⋮ colin zabel

⨾ “young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy. she wants him so badly” — the police.

ᡣ𐭩 . warnings ᯓ +18 mdni!, teacher!colin, student!reader, age gap (everyone is +18), smut, oral (m receiving). a/n ᯓ thanks @xrag-dollx for the idea! (again) ps: english is not my first language.

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You had been punished again for skipping math classes during the last week and you were upset about it. It wasn't your fault that Professor Johnson's classes were so boring.

But without a doubt the classes you never missed and the ones you were always the first to arrive were those of Professor Zabel. You were always attentive to everything that handsome man said and he, of course, noticed it.

When the bell that indicated that classes were over rang your resoplast and picked up your things to leave the classroom and headed towards the detention room.

You entered and sat at the end of the class, all this looking at your cell phone screen, texting your friend. That was until you heard someone crasping.

You looked up and saw him. You saw him.

“Miss, I think you know very well that mobile phones cannot be used on the school grounds," Colin said with his unmistakeable voice and a small smile on his lips.

Your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards in a smile. "Professor Zabel, I didn't know it was you who was going to be here supervising"

He sighed and let out a small laugh. "Yes, luckily or unfortunately it's my turn to be here this week"

“That's great! I also have to be here all week," you said with a smile tilting your head.

“Oh, wow. How lucky I am" Colin said in a sarcastic tone making you laugh.

You two had always had that kind of relationship in which the teacher and the student got along well and had enough confidence to joke. But oh, how you wished that trust was more.

“Come on, don't be like that, you know I'm your favourite student” You said as you got up from your seat and walked to the front of the class, where Colin was.

He rolled his eyes at your humourous comment and positioned himself in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. “More would you like to be my favourite student”

The room was flooded with a deep silence while you stared at each other. Professor Zabel's eyes continued to have that playful look while yours gradually transformed into a seductive look, and he did not take long to realise, taking another step towards you in response.

“And tell me, what have you done to be here punished for a week?” Colin asked intrigued.

“I skipped several math classes” You answered as if it were nothing, sitting on the table with a jump.

“Wow, I didn't have you as a rebel girl,” he said with a small laugh. His eyes flew to your thighs that, as you sat at the table, were even more uncovered by the rolling of your skirt upwards.

You shrugged carelessly letting out a small laugh. “It's not my fault that Professor Johnson is boring. Your classes are something entertaining to watch”

“Oh, yeah? Do you really think my classes are "something interesting to watch"?” Colin asked with a lower tone, getting even closer to you until you could feel his breath and breathing in your ear. “Or do you think I'm interesting to see?” He paused a little when he saw how you frowned. “Don't think I haven't noticed how you look at me, dear, I know perfectly what you really think about me”

You froze in your place, Professor Colin had caught you, but it's not that you were not very discreet either. "I don't know what you're talking about, Professor" You lied even looking him in the eyes.

“Don't play innocent, do you think I didn't realise the times you pretended not to understand something just so I could talk only to you?" He let out a small laugh when he saw how your cheeks turned red. "And well, I think there's no need to talk about that time you sat in the front row and opened your legs excessively so I could see your panties with an unusual wet patch"

You were embarrassed, yes, you had done those things but now that your teacher was saying it out loud you were embarrassed. But you still regained your composure and returned to your usual playful tone. "Yes, but you can't say that you don't like everything I do to get your attention"

He snorted and licked his lips and then brought his face closer to yours. "And what if I like it? What are you going to do now that we are alone?" He asked in a husky tone.

It didn't take you long to put your lips together with his in a thirsty kiss. Colin's hands went to your thighs to open them and be able to position himself between them.

The kiss intensified more and more. His big hand intertached with the locks of your hair, slightly stretching them causing a small gasp to escape from your lips. Colin did not miss the opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss.

“You don’t know how much i wanted to do this,” He whispered on your lips. "All those nights thinking about you, all those nights with my cock in my fist"

You couldn't help but moan at his speech and you grabbed him by the shoulders to separate him from your lips. "Let me make you feel good, Professor Colin" You said and got off the table to kneel in front of him and start unbuttoning his pants.

“Your craving it, eh?” He chucked and gathered your hair in a ponytail.

When you got unbuttoned his pants, you caressed the outline of his penis on his boxers. "So big..." You murmured, but he still heard it. Finally you took his member out of his underwear and began to massage it with both hands.

After a few seconds you began to put the head in your oral cavity, moving your tongue around it listening to how Colin began to growl slightly. Little by little you began to put more of his cock in your mouth until it finally made a stop with your throat.

You closed your eyes tightly trying to get used to the new sensation. But little by little you began to move your head from top to bottom while your tongue accompanied the movement.

The grip that your teacher had in your hair became tighter and he began to move his hips gently so it wasn't too much for you. He threw his head back and small grunts and gasps began to come out of his lips.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Keep sucking my cock like a good girl” He moaned as the movement of his hips accelerated, starting to fuck your mouth even faster.

Your right hand began to caress the rest of his member that did not fit in your mouth, moving faster and faster. You moaned when you felt how Professor Zabel stretched your hair again, moving you away from his member completely.

“I want to cum on your angelic face, do you want that?" He asked to make sure you were ready and you nodded quickly.

He smiled sideways when he saw how desperate you were and grabbed his cock to start pumping it himself. His hand squeezed on his member as he moved it up and down and admired the state you were in.

Your hair was totally disheveled, your lips swollen and your eyes slightly crystalised.

You were a mess.

And Colin loved that.

To help him, you unbuttoned the first buttons of your blouse, showing the beginning of your breasts. And that was enough for Colin to finish.

You closed your eyes and long, thick ropes of semen went to your face, decorating it white.

You finally opened your eyes and saw Colin trying to catch his breath while biting his lower lip before the picture that was your face.

“Fuck, baby. You don’t know how good it was” He said starting to put his member in his pants again to then help you get on your feet.

“I'm glad you liked it" You winked playfully while fixing your blouse.

Colin searched his bag until he found a handkerchief and gently cleaned your face. "That's it, you're clean now" He said giving you a sweet smile while throwing the handkerchief to the classroom trash can.

“Thank you, Professor Zabel. For everything" You said suddenly becoming shy.

“Thanks to you, little lady. And don't worry, next time I'll return the favour" He winked at you, making you blush.

“Is there going to be a 'next time'?" You asked surprised but excited.

“Of course, honey, there will be more than one next time," Colin said with a small laugh. "Now, you can leave, I won't tell anyone that you left earlier" He finished his sentence with a small spanking to your ass, making you let out a small laugh.

You didn't hesitate to come back at the end of the class to pick up your backpack and your phone and head for the door.

“Goodbye, Professor Zabel. See you tomorrow in class" You said winking at him playfully to finally leave the classroom.

Without a doubt, it had been worth skipping math classes to get this punishment.

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[blackroseguzzi]

Please continue the FATE series with Colin Zabel

pls pls pls 😭

FATE:

PART 5

SUMMERY: You first night as an informant for Mare. After spending time with Colin he finally decides he deserves the answers you never gave him.

Colin brought back two bottles of beer from the kitchen, and handed one to me with a small polite smile. He still drank miller Lite- I internally cringed at the memory of how he used to drink them all night up at the lake house. He would get super sappy after 3 or 4 and beg me to slow dance with him to music playing over the old record player that came with the place. Because of those memories, you constantly had to change the station any time ‘Love me tender’ by Elvis came on. 

“Shall we dive in?” He asked, pulling me out of my head.

“Let’s,” I nodded back, thanking him for the beverage. 

The two of us worked in the living room. I took of my jacket, trying to see if the heat boiling from my body was from my layers or from Colin’s mother’s glare from the dining room. She had made herself comfortable watching us as she pretended to read the paper. 

We were professional, not breaking character of our respected roles as we worked, Sargent Sheehan had given me a load of information to slip into Colin's ear and in return I was given the task to relay whatever he gives me back to her.

I couldn’t help but stare at his hands as they grabbed pieces of paper from the files on the coffee table. Those hands had explored my body like a road map. They were gentle and strong all at the same time. Colin knew just about every place I liked to be touched, and he had always handled me like he needed all of me desperately, yet so careful not to be too hard as to break me.

I felt a lump forming in my throat. I had never realized what I was going to miss until it was no longer mine. I chased happiness, but I soon realized it wasn’t real because I had nobody to share it with. Yes, I loved my career but at the expense of what I lost it sometimes felt silly to lie to myself that it was worth it.

“Well, I think we can wrap this up tonight “y/n.”

My eyes snapped up to match Colin’s glare, pulling me from those depressive thoughts that seem to always be haunting me. 

“Yeah I ah, I think you have a good start on things, thank you for giving me more to write about,” I smiled as I got up from the couch I had sat on so many times before. 

The familiarity of Judy’s home was both comforting and chilling. Judy was a picture perfect mother in law- and I was forever going to be jealous of the girl that got to bake pies with her in the kitchen, go along with her shopping at Bloomingdale’s for sales, and who Judy would show those sweet baby pictures of Colin when he was a little boy- both of them imagining what their future children would look like. 

As I stood, my eyes wandered to Judy who had a small smile on her face. She waved politely before returning back to her papers. She was probably pleased to see me leave.

Colin cleaned his throat after picking up all the scattered papers on the table. “I’ll walk you out?” 

I turned to him and nodded shyly, a flash of pink had to have brushed my cheeks. I had become a stranger in a home that felt like my own at one point in time. 

The cold night air felt nice on my skin after they had burned while being in the Zabel home. My feet felt like they were dragging as we walked quietly to my car parked out front. 

I turned, ready to say my goodbyes, but Colin’s hand shot up to stop me. 

“Please spare me, y/n. Please don’t say goodnight and leave like you don’t have that brutal feeling in your gut like I do.” 

I could feel my face fall as the act of acting ‘normal’ finally crumbled inside of me. 

“It’s like… like I swallowed a shit ton of rocks from lunch,” I replied quietly, digging my hands in my pockets as a small gust of wind whipped by us. 

“I can’t have you showing up at my mom’s, y/n.” 

I sighed, looking down at our feet. He had on casual shoes as opposed to his shiny work ones. They looked like the Nike’s I had gifted him our last Christmas together- the same day he gave me a ring I gave him a pair of shoes. In retrospect, I was the one who could have used the running shoes when I bolted from our engagement. 

“I’m so sorry, I thought we could just….” I failed to find words that would accurately match my feelings. 

“What? You thought we could pretend that you didn’t tell me you didn’t love me two weeks before you became my WIFE?” Colin cringed as he dragged out that word. 

I felt the tear roll down my cheek before I knew that I was crying. He was right, we couldn’t pretend that I didn’t do such a horrible thing. I was learning that I had not done him the favor I thought I did. 

“I had to leave Colin, and I'm forever going to regret how I did it.”

His eyes locked mine and I watched him bite the inside of his lip like he does when he was in deep thought. 

“I need to know why you didn’t  just have me come with you?” His words finally came out as a whisper, but resinated deep in my soul like he was screaming at me. 

I wiped another stray tear from my eye to fix my blurry vision. 

“You are the kindest man in the world, Colin Zabel. You would have come with me just to make me happy. I know you love your job and you wanted to stay and live close to your mom and our families for the rest of forever. I knew you would go with me even if you wanted to stay. I couldn’t ask you to do that after everything you ever did for me, but I needed that job. Writing is the therapy I never knew I always needed. You would have supported me at the cost of your own happiness and I didn’t want that resentment between us.”

“You’re projecting.” He stated flatly as he shook his head at me. I scrunched my face in confused. 

“You were the one who had resentment. YOU felt like you put me first and took that shitty writing gig and YOU didn’t like it. I would have compromised on just about anything if It would mean I came home at night to you. Nothing, not even my job, or my family, made me happier than coming home to YOU. So you were right, I would have gone wherever you wanted me to because you were it for me. If moving, getting a new job and not seeing family as often meant I would still have you then I would have dropped everything and packed my bags happily!” 

I stood there silently, every word hitting me to the core. I had never intended for him to blame himself, I had hoped it would wash away any feelings for me so he could start fresh with someone else who was content in every aspect of their lives. 

He ran his hands down his face and I wanted so badly to open my mouth to say anything but nothing I could say would make the pit in my stomach go away. 

“I guess… I just…” he drew in a deep breath before our eyes locked again. They were glassy, like tears would soon burst from the floodgates. “I always wanted to know what I did wrong... I just didn’t realize it was because I clearly didn’t show you how much I loved you.” 

The sob came from my throat and took me by surprise. Then the tears ran freely off my cheek and onto the pavement between us. Nothing would ever fill the hole that was open in my heart, I knew that for certain now. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I felt Colin step closer to me, and looking up I wasn’t expecting to be pushed into his chest while he hugged me. He was actually hugging me. 

“I don’t deserve that,” I replied, lightly pushing him away. He didn’t need to be hugging me during this epic meltdown. “I hurt you- you shouldn’t be comforting me.” I sniffed, wiping my nose with the back of my jacket sleeve. 

“I didn’t want to make you cry, y/n,” His words were gentle- and your gut felt punched again. 

“It’s fine.” I let out a slow breath before trying to compose myself. “I deserve it after everything- Fuck, I didn’t even say goodbye when I left….” I scoffed, now trying to avoid eye contact as words tumbled from my mouth. “I think not saying it gave me hope that our book wasn’t closed, that maybe our story was still unfinished.” I spoke softly, and the tenseness that hung on Colin’s shoulders began to lift. 

Colin stared down at me, his hand slipping from my shoulder. I was already regretting pushing away from that hug because his touch was so warm. 

Moments between us felt like a lifetime as the night air became more brisk, and I could hear cars on the busier road that was a street over. 

“I’m so sorry Colin, I'm just going to go back home early, I think I’m doing more damage than good being here.”  I went for my keys in my purse but Colin grabbed my arm, stopping me.

He cleared his throat, and I watched the wheels in his head turning. 

“No, Erin should get the coverage she deserves. Nobody would write her justice as well as you.” I could see the small curl of his lip and I suddenly felt the heat creep up my cheeks.

“Thank you, Colin. But don’t want to”- 

“You think tomorrow I can take you up on that dinner invite from this mornin?” Colin’s words cut mine like a knife. I felt my eyebrows raise as I tried to process what he had said to me. sliding his hand from my shoulder and rubbing the back of his neck, I could tell he was nervously waiting for my reply.  I blinked a few times, my eyes drying from all the tears that had come out of me. “For work stuff- you know? Probably better than having my mom watching us like a Russian spy. I swear she read the same page of that paper the whole time we were in there.” He finished. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at his words, and you nodded quickly. Maybe this trip was turning into a plot twist in our story after all. 

“I think that's a good idea, yes.”

“Let’s just try not to open anymore wounds okay?” 

I nodded again before finally reaching into my purse to grab the rental car keys.

“Thank you, Zabel,” I replied quietly, the feeling of my tail between my legs would probably linger there for a while. 

He opened his mouth, closed it and nodded. “See you later, y/l/n,” he gave one last small waved before turned around to walk slowly back up to his childhood home. I fumbled with my keys before walking to the driver’s side to get him. My phone started vibrating in my pocket as soon as I started my vehicle. I fumbled around my pockets before grabbing ahold of the buzzing piece of technology. 

“Sheehan” scrolled across the screen and you quickly answered it.

I didn’t even get to say hello before her voice filled my ear “Fill me in.” 

Mare was the one helping me get closer to Zabel all while covering this case, but I knew that if he found out I was giving her the information he was presenting to me that his ass was on the line. I just couldn’t stop the urge to be around him, so I let out a sigh before giving her every last detail. 

[innocent-writers-soul]

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader (smut)

summary: at your mutual colleague’s party you get close to colin and wonder how cute men can be, which is rarity for you

warnings: drunk main character, oral (f receiving), dry humping, first sex

word count: 1874

It's been a month since your impulsive act was still imprinted in your mind. One night, when the three of you together with Colin and Mare were detained by the boss at work to sort out documents, you weightlessly kissed Colin on the temple when everyone went home and left the office, and he, sitting, fell asleep in his own in the dim light of a small lamp, resting his head on crossed hands on the table. You were incredibly tired to stop yourself from gust of love, and besides, you didn’t do anything criminal. Just the most discreet kiss that should not have remained in Colin's memory, only in yours. But you had no idea that the detective was awake from the very beginning of your entry into the room and was aware of what you had done.

You tried not to attach importance to the changed glances of Colin, attributing it to the fact that it was just seemed to you and it was just your fantasies. When he stood next to you so that he respected your personal boundaries, but was already closer to your own body compared to the times before; when you felt more random gentle touches; when he did cute little things like bring your favorite coffee or casually leave your favorite sweets and candies on your working place; when you saw Colin even more often in your office, who almost began to live in it, but you still were convinced that it was your inflamed brain. Nothing more. Even when drunk Colin put his hand on yours and turned awkwardly at you, shifting his gaze from your eyes to lips with a soapy look and smiling stupidly, telling something. You did your best to listen to him and not pay attention to the skin, which burned from his touch. Today was a day off, but you still had to meet your colleagues at the birthday party of one of them, Jacob. And especially for this occasion, you put on your black tight dress, which sat on you just perfectly, but now it seemed that you were in a vice and grip. You missed the moment when Colin leaned in, scalded with hot breath mixed with alcohol. You froze, not knowing what to expect from him, and then you felt his soft lips covering yours. The kiss was slow, careful and sheepish, you tried each other, and you couldn’t believe that this was really happening. You pulled away from Colin first, widely open inquiring eyes.

“Colin...” he smiled sincerely, dimples appeared on his cheeks.

“Did you think you were the only one who could kiss without permission?” he asked coquettishly and awkwardly, watching your reaction.

You did not understand what it was leading to, and when you had recalled, you blushed, opening and closing your mouth like a cute little fish. You were ready to sink into the ground, you were ashamed to look into his eyes again, but were distracted from your thoughts by the same Colin, who couldn’t cope with his own drunken body and practically flew off the chair to the floor, but you managed to grab him at the last second.

“Are you okay?” you asked in shock, wondering how much had happened in such a short time.

Colin laughed and was mumbling something under his breath and you decided to escort him to one of the rooms to give him a chance to sober up a bit.

“Colin, honey, get up,” you pulled his hand and it took forever to collect his limbs into a single whole, at the same time embarrassed in good way by those bright open glances that the detective threw at you. With joint efforts, you reached the first empty room that came across, lit only by moonlight through the window curtains that were not closed, and you threw off the body of a man on the bed, who tried to help you and stay strong on his feet, but he managed to do it with difficulty.

“...with me,” came to you, but you couldn’t hear it clearly.

“Repeat, please?”

“I say… stay with me, y/n,” Colin didn’t let go of your hand and looked so real in that moment, so sweet and perfect that you had no choice but to agree. You sighed and lay down next to him on the bed. Your heart was beating like crazy, you've never felt like this before. You were drawn to Colin, both mentally and physically, but you tried not to think it was so important, confident that in the morning he will not remember anything.

“Y/n…” reached to you muffled from behind.

“Yes?”

“…Can I hug you?” you thought it was cute and you nodded, noting to yourself that even in a drunken state Colin remained gallant and such a gentleman.

You heard a rustle behind you and felt his arm draped over your waist and his breath around your neck. Goosebumps ran along your spine, and they only intensify when he asked the next question. “...Can I kiss you?..”

You hold your breath and agreed again – Colin left gently wet kisses on your neck, burying his nose in your hair. You closed your eyes as his hand began to caress your side and his lips continued to shower you with kisses. For a moment it all stoped. You opened your eyes and carefully turned around, immediately bumping into Colin's shy but thoughtful face. You just had to guess what's going on in his head.

“I’m very embarrassed to ask this,” he swallowed and you thought about how strange you felt around him: all evening you found yourself in situations that you have never been in before, but you didn’t feel discomfort and you’re just curious.

“Go on?” you encouraged the detective and stroked his fist with your index finger.

He drew air into his lungs, “...I would like to please you”.

And smiled timidly. He never ceased to amaze you – just a few guys in a drunken state are interested in such things, at least from the stories about those your girl friends told you about. Basically they are only interested in their pleasure. You thought detective’s words were lovely, but you snorted, “Colin, how drunk are you?”

“Enough to understand what I'm suggesting.”

You froze again, considering his words and Colin saw your uncertainty, “...Oh, I mean... if you're not comfortable, then–”

“No, it’s not that,” you half-sat down, chewing your lip nervously. “I just… well… never did that before. But I want to.”

Colin nodded slowly at you and reached for your lips, kissing you soothingly and reassuringly. Still staggering a little, he crawled to your feet and sat between legs, looking into your eyes. In the dark, his own seemed completely black and you wanted to continue to look at them for hours without stopping. You felt safe next to Colin, and when he again reached for a kiss, concurrently hand parting your legs and pulling your dress higher to gain access to the lower part of your body, you did not resist and decided to trust him. Your breath got astray as Colin kissed your inner thighs, gently caressing your soft skin. You sighed, feeling light bites followed by a hot tongue that licked their spots. You sensed the growing arousal and the way your pants were getting wetter with every Colin’s move. He didn’t stop looking at you, touching your slit, hidden by a thin fabric, and your body began to tremble finely when he touched your clit, massaging it. You sobbed and moved in time with Colin’s hand and twitched as you felt him replaced his hand to the lace, raising his eyebrows questioningly. You nodded and felt real perplexity, revealing your most intimate part. You tried to cover yourself by squeezing your knees, to which Colin shook his head, pushing them back.

“You're beautiful,” he whispered, looking at how glistened your pussy, wanting to taste it.

You gasped, feeling the warm skin of the detective who inhaled your scent, and in the next moment, a tongue ran over your wet folds. You moaned, understanding that you were glad that your first sex was happening with Colin. He moved his head and tongue, positioning his face so that his nose touched your clit, producing friction. You were lost in sensations, squeezing the sheets with your hands and breathing heavily – you were not interested in what was happening behind the wall; your colleagues were probably having fun and spending their time as good as you both, just each in their own way and in their own style. Colin added one finger, slowly sinking it into you and moving it at a moderate pace, letting you melt into the new experience.

“Damn,” pronounced in a whisper; he added a second finger, bending them in a certain way, and you screamed, not expecting it from yourself.

You could feel him smiling and your walls were squeezing together with your legs near his head. You were sure that by the end of the process you will strangle him with your legs, but, apparently, he would only like it.

“Colin–” you whimpered, and he quickened his fingers, and you were more and more carelessly rubbing wet pussy over his face and smearing all the juices, feeling the approach of orgasm.

“Yes, girl, that's it,” he moaned, humping the bed through the fabric of his trousers with his hard erection, not forgetting to lick and suck you and fuck with his fingers.

You got your head back on the pillows, drowning in orgasm, pulling Colin even tighter with your hand, coming right on his face, squeezing around his tongue. You let out a long moan, which spurred Colin on to move his hips even more frantically, and after a few thrusts, his body shook too and he cummed in his pants. Your eyes stuck together, and your body trembled – these emotions were too much for you, even if they were all blissful. Colin slowly peeked out from your legs and fell in the middle of the bed, smiling beatifically.

You looked at him and saw how his nose, mouth and chin were completely covered with your wetness, “God, Colin, you're all dirty”.

He chuckled hoarsely, looking back at you, “Not just my face”. You blushed, giggling, and he smiled radiantly in response, kissing your side.

“I've sobered up enough to go out to people and then get home”.

“I think I'm on the contrary – drunk now,” you smirked, finding your pants next to you, pulling them back on. Colin watched you closely, never taking his eyes off you.

“What?" you’re in confusion, returning to the place on the bed.

“So… will you be my girlfriend?” timid Colin came back and you smiled lopsided – a grown man, but still the same cautious.

You leaned in, kissing him on the lips, tasting yourself and assuring him, “Yes. I'll be your girlfriend”.

You were looking at each other: Colin, lying on his back, and you, hanging over him from the side. You touched each other's hair, heard how the music changed on the dance floor and people screamed and celebrated, and you felt like the happiest people on the planet.

a/n: i swear, never in my life have i seen such a man as colin and i hope that fate will show me a copy of him otherwise i will be alone all my life </3 (but pls, i want him alive ok)

[double-features]

i have a couple drafts i need to work on, js wanted to know which one you guys want the most because!! yeah!! here are the w.i.p's along with a short summary :]

---- CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER (reader is a cinema nerd and max takes them on a movie date)

---- HOMECOMING COURT - RUSSELL HAYES x READER (reader and russell are silly gooses who go to homecoming together!)

---- BULLET - PRE!CULT KAI ANDERSON x READER (uh oh! angst! reader and kai are partners, she comes out about her suicidal ideations and he tries to comfort her)

---- ASTRAPHOBIA - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader is totally scared of storms and one night, tate tries to cheer them up/lull them back to sleep)

---- GOODBYE, MY DANISH SWEETHEART - COLIN ZABEL x READER (reader is scared to express her love for colin and it causes a lot of issues in their relationship)

---- ALIVE - TATE LANGDON x READER (reader learns tate is a ghost and tries to join him on the other side, their plan doesnt work)

[chiptaylorsfirst]

Kinkmas: Day 5

Day 5 - Training

Word Count: 1,527

Pairing: soft!dom!Colin Zabel x sub!fem!Reader

Warning: Slight praise kink, sex toys, smut, anal play, edging, mutual masturbation

Summary: You finally convince your boyfriend to give you what you’ve been wanting for a while and he delivers.

Colin was always a busy man, working all day to keep the world a more protected place for others and being the natural hero he was. So when he told you that he’d be off work for a week, you took it as a miracle and an opportunity to do everything you missed doing in your relationship. He had been surprised, to say the least when you made him shop for sex toys with you, arguing that it was for whenever he didn’t have enough energy. When the two of you got home, you kissed him and practically forced him to walk to the bedroom.

“I didn’t think you missed me that much, Y/N. What do you have planned?” You smiled as you put the different sex toys you picked on display. “Well Colin, I noticed you were kind of tense and stressed today. Which, I understand because it is your first day back. So, I wanted you to take all of that out on me today and see what I can take.” He stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes raking over you. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You walked to him, putting your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re not going to, Col. You remember what we went over that one day you were home about what my safeword will be and things like that?” He nodded. “I’m gonna use them if I can’t take anymore. This is to make sure you aren’t stressed, okay? I want to help you and have some fun out of it while I’m helping you.” He smiled and nodded. “Okay, okay. Only because you said so.” You loved how he was doing this to make you proud but also to get some help. He understood you and he said he wanted to spice things up instead of the vanilla sex life he was used to. 

He was slightly afraid that he wouldn’t do well but when he looked into your eyes, he could see that it didn’t matter to you. “So, you can boss me around now. Don’t just stare at me.” He sighed before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “I want you to strip naked for me and lay on the bed.” You nodded and started to remove your clothes. You saw him walk over to the drawer and look at the toys that were presented. He started to sort them out, moving some to the left and keeping the others in their original area. When he was finished and you were laying on the bed naked, he pointed to the toys that he kept in their original place. “These are the ones that I plan on using on you just for today.”

You looked at where he pointed, your eyes widening at the items. “You are comfortable with that, right?” You nodded. “Yes, I am. It’s just a lot of stuff, Col. Damn, how long have you been thinking about this?” He smiled shyly and looked at the ground. “A few weeks maybe?” “You could’ve told me, babe.” He shook his head. “Pretty hard to do when you’re working on cases and paperwork all the time.” You laughed lightly. You saw him remove his coat and unbutton the buttons of the shirt he’d been wearing before letting it drop to the floor. He grabbed a dildo and tossed it on the bed. He then grabbed some lube from the dresser and looked at you. 

“You don’t mind anal play, do you?” “No.” He walked towards you and flipped your body over. He put some lube around your hole before he slipped in a finger, making sure you were stretched out enough. He then took the butt plug he had and put some lube on it too. He then slipped it inside of you, listening to your breath hitch. “How does it feel?” You couldn’t find words to describe it. “It feels okay, kind of weird but not a bad weird, a good weird.” He flipped you back over.

“I want you to use that dildo and masturbate while I watch and I want you to look into my eyes while you do it.” You were speechless at his words. You weren’t used to him saying such explicit and descriptive things. You did as he asked, watching as he stood further away from you and looked him in his eyes. You grabbed the dildo and sucked on it. Once it was covered with your saliva, you placed it under you and slipped it inside. You were on your knees with your legs spread far apart as you started to bounce on the silicone toy, wishing it were Colin. 

His eyes were focused on you, the fabric of his pants now straining against his very apparent hard-on.

You felt the pleasure build up as you continued, your walls repeatedly clenching. Colin read your body like a book, his eyes looking over the lewd sight and watching as you were just about to tumble right over the edge. “Now, remove the toy from yourself.” You stopped immediately, your eyes on his and your face looking like the one of a scolded puppy. “Col,” you started. “Don’t make me spank you.” You reluctantly did as he asked, catching on to what you were training your body for. “I know that holding off your own orgasm is difficult but you will get a reward at the end of all of this. You just have to be patient.” 

He took the dildo and placed it somewhere for cleaning, bringing a vibrator bullet to you along with the remote. “Use this on yourself the same way like you did with the dildo and keep it powered at the minimum pace it can go. If I see you orgasm, you’ll have to ride my thigh and you won’t get to have sex with me at all tonight.” You wondered how Colin was already doing so well at being dominant considering that he’d never done this before. You took the bullet and the remote, enjoying the low vibrations on your clit. 

It felt as if it wasn’t enough, making you wish to use your fingers also but you knew Colin let you. You did your best at being patient, looking at your boyfriend as he finally unzipped his pants. Your mouth watered as you watched him strip naked. The tip of his cock was an angry red, leaking pre cum. You wished to suck him off badly and you watched as he started to touch himself at the sight of you. You were drawn closer to your climax from the action. “Col,” you moaned out, almost like a plea. “Yes, princess?” You started to squirm on the bed, almost tipping over the edge but stopping the bullet completely. “Please let me help you,” you said. “No, this is about you, not me. You can focus on me another time.” 

He did the same with the remote and bullet as he did with the dildo. You saw him grab another toy and you could tell that it was anal beads. “Lay on your stomach and touch yourself for me. I want your fingers to go as far as they can, okay? Don’t hold back but don’t cum.” You started to bring your fingers inside of you as deep as they could go before curling them. Soft moans escaped from you and you felt the butt plug being slipped out of you and replaced with something else. You moaned when you felt different sizes of the beads inside of you. “You’re doing so well, princess.” You felt yourself clench from the praise.

Your legs trembled and you were close. “Col-Colin, mm.” You did your best to hold it off and after a few minutes, you were told that you could stop. You felt the beads slip out of you then you were turned onto your back. Colin was standing in front of you, a smile on his face as he looked at you. He got in the bed, positioning himself between your legs before slipping inside of you. He started slowly, aware of how sensitive you were from edging yourself. He kissed you with such tender love and passion that you felt you might pass away then and there. 

With a few more strokes, you finally met your high at his command. He brought you down from it, pulling out of you shortly after and placing a kiss on your cheek. “You did so good, baby.” You saw him get up. “Colin,” you called. “Yes,” he turned around to look at you. “You didn’t--” “I know, I know. I told you this was about your pleasure. I’m about to clean these and I promise I’ll be right back.” He kept his promise, getting in bed with you as soon as he was finished. You laid on his chest, cuddling with him. Your hand slid down to feel his semi-hard cock and you smiled at him. “I said--” “Hush, Col. I know what you said but you deserve some pleasure too. Don’t argue with me.” The day went on just like that, you both pleasing one another.

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Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ♡

(colin zabel x under arrest!reader)

Summary: once again, you find yourself being arrested by Colin, adding to his piling stress from an unsolved case. However, you discover that a tiny favor for the detective might bring him some much needed cheer…

Wordcount: 5.7k

Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), car sex, coaxing, reader is under the influence of alcohol, brief mention of a bar fight, aggressive and rude reader, rly vague implied age gap, technically abuse of authority (it’s obvious, but I’m still putting it out there. I advise not to read if any of this makes you uncomfortable)

A/N: sorry for the major inactivity guys, I’ve been busy! And this fic ended up being longer than I expected, but I hope it’s good enough quality. My first ever smut, so hope u guys enjoy <3 (also sorry if any typos btw T^T)

You stood motionless, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the alcohol's effects faded. The rush of emotion receded to an eerie calm. As your vision adjusted in the dim light, the scene came into focus - onlookers surrounded you and a woman now being helped from the floor. Through the buzz still clouding your mind, one detail emerged with painful clarity: her bruised and bloodied face, a stark reminder of the harm just caused in a moment of impaired impulse and from your god awful temper.

Now the woman who you beaten black and blue, almost to the point of passing out, wasn't the focal point for dispelling the haze of your impulsive rage. Nah, this lady had it coming when she slut shamed you for being oh-so-bold enough to wear a tank top tonight. No, it was the bright flashing hues of blue and red seeping through the windows that acted as your wakeup call.

Just like that, a realization hit with sobering clarity - “Shit. Cops.” Without pause, you shoved through the crowd, desperation driving every move. Bursting through the door, the frigid night air raised goosebumps across your skin. Damnit, maybe the tank top wasn’t the best choice after all. Intoxicated or not, you were in no shape for an arrest. Stumbling at first, you found your footing and picked up speed, putting distance between yourself and the scene of the incident you started. You were gonna make it through! You were gonna outrun those pigs and they would never get their grubby hands onto you!

…That was until, a loathsome voice sounded from behind.

“Hey- hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Before you knew it, you felt hands locked around your arms, yanking you to a halt. The telltale jingle of metal broke through your panic and with a sharp click, cold steel encircled your wrists. A glance back confirmed your dread. You weren’t being handcuffed by just any stinking cop - it was that good for nothing detective Colin Zabel arresting you once more, and for what, the third time this week? That’s one hell of a streak.

You sighed inwardly, the fight draining from your limbs, knowing any attempt in resisting would be in vain. “Goddammit Zabel, can’t you give it a rest?…” you muttered under your breath, as he hauled you back to the police car.

"I know, I know - save your excuses," Colin cut you off wearily, the smile not reaching his eyes. “Jus’… don’t start, ‘Kay? Do me a solid and quietly get in the car.” He opened the car door to the backseat, gesturing for you to step inside. Despite his perpetual mask of affability, you detected an edge of irritation - his good humor and patience clearly worn down by your repeated encounters.

“Whatever man…” you sighed as the door clamped shut with finality. Through the window you watched Colin slip into the driver's seat, releasing a long exhale as if to shed the stress of your latest encounter. At least you provided some diversion from his endless paperwork, though you doubted he'd admit as much.

True to his by-the-book nature, he slinked the seatbelt over himself, securing it with an assured click. Out of habit, he craned his neck over his shoulder, asking out of the goodwill of his heart. “Oh! Almost forgot. Do ya need a lil’ hand with fastening your seatbelt too?“ he offered warmly, “Don’t want any extra accidents happening tonight, am I right or am I right?” A hearty chuckle followed, dying abruptly once he took in your expression - eyes hooded and mouth set in a grim line.

“Fuck off Zabel.” you growled in response, fixing your stare out the window. He felt tension coil in his gut but forced it down with a hard gulp. As a veteran officer, he had faced far worse than you, yet something about your unpredictable defiance unsettled him. For a moment, under your glare, an angry retort rose to his lips but he bit it back, sensing it would only stoke the flames. Best to let the dust settle, he decided. Starting the car, he pointedly kept his eyes forward and drove in loaded silence.

“Alriiiighty then, no seatbelt it is. I’m just gonna… ah- y’know….” He cleared his throat, voice petering off into a nonsensical mumble as he shifted gears.

An uncomfortable hush fell over the car, only the revving of the engine permeating the stillness. Colin tapped the wheel, wishing for a distraction from the tension. His mind raced through possible conversation starters but came up blank. A stolen glance in the mirror found your stony profile unchanged. With a sigh, he focused back to the road, flicking on the radio more for the static noise than any musical preference.

Colin hummed softly to fill the silence, earning another kick from the backseat - your fourth such outburst. He was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a pushover, but he still stood his ground when needed to… in his own unique way. “H-Hey, Cut it out kid! And be nice,” he let out a weary sigh, peeking up at your vexed form through the rearview mirror “You know, I’m not a fan of this attitude you’ve got going on. Haven’t been for the past week.”

You sank lower into the seat, glowering. “First of all, old man, lay off the ‘kid’ crap. I’m not a child.” You rolled your eyes at his feeble attempt at reprimand.

Colin bit back another retort, clenching his jaw. Pride demanded he have the last word, if only to reclaim a shred of dignity in his own vehicle. “Hm no, I think I’ll call you a kid. ‘Cause you know why? You’re acting like one, like right now.” he replied evenly, bubbling frustration leaking through his amicable veneer, yet he still maintained some semblance of civility between him and your not-so-good of a temper.

As you drew your breath to speak, Colin beat you to it. “Look- all I’m sayin’ is, this isn’t good for you. This is the third time this week I’m haulin’ you in here. The third time!” Weariness tinged his laughter as he splayed his fingers out in front of him, only to reclaim the steering wheel in a swift motion. “Not only is this not doing you any favors kid—-“

“I said don’t call me kid.” You interjected sharply, cutting him off this time.

Colin continued on autopilot, fatigue chipping away at his usual cheer. “It's also not doing me any favors either. I've got a case to crack, but Mare - my partner - thought it’d be best if I dealt with you while she took charge of the investigation for the night…”

His shoulders slumped, eyes downcast as a cloud of disappointment settled in. As a county detective, he longed to prove himself with this investigation, not play referee to petty disputes. But saying no had never come easy, especially when others mistook his calm demeanor as weakness.

Silently, your eyes veered away from the passing scenery outside the car window, finally taking notice of his careworn features in the mirror. Attuned to the new lines of fatigue etched upon his face, you perhaps began to understand that this was wearing him too.

“Must suck being everyone’s errand boy.” You observed, tone lacking its usual bite.

Colin offered a tired nod. “Comes with the job, I guess…” his words trailed off, accompanied by a somber tone as his gaze returned to the road. “But y’know what they say- it is what it is.” he added softly, punctuating the statement with a self deprecating laugh.

Surprisingly, a twinge of sympathy tugged at your heart - a rare reaction to the shithead county detective. For all his attempts at camaraderie, which admittedly grated, you had to respect his resilience in the face of your unrelenting hostility. Hell, that time you clocked him during arrest, most would've thrown the book - but not Colin. His patience and optimism seemed a superpower, weathering your worst without breaking stride.

A strange blend of sympathy and guilt surged through you, as the realization struck you hard like a freight train - you had subjected the poor detective to a relentless barrage of undeserved hardship, oblivious to the weight of his personal burdens. Your chest tightened, and a foreign sensation stirred deep within as the reflection in the rearview mirror held your gaze captive.

The need for redemption gnawed at your conscience, but how could you possibly make things right? You've been a real pain in the ass to him for a good while now. Within the depths of your alcohol-induced haze, a daring idea began to take shape - could you perhaps make amends through a little bit of... shared pleasure?

It was pure insanity. Drunken impulses (and drunken you) are the epitome of idiocy. Vivid images flooded your thoughts, projecting the sheer horror that would contort his face if you dared to make a move now. It was likely that he hadn't experienced the touch of a woman in quite some time. And yet, that was precisely the point. The poor guy may have been deprived of any intimate encounters since his fiancée abruptly left him, and the growing urge within compelled you to do something about it.

Undeterred, an unwavering determination fueled your decision to make a bold move and test the waters. Shattering the silence, you adopted an uncharacteristically sweet tone to conceal your true intentions. "Hey Colin, think I could sit up front? It's kinda cramped back here."

Colin glanced over, clearly skeptical of your politeness given past rides. "Not sure that's protocol..." he began, ever the rule-follower.

Your lips formed a slight pout, an innocent plea. "Aw c’mon, I'm starting to feel queasy. Just to the station, what's the harm?"

“Uhh….”

Colin's head snapped in your direction, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your expression. Despite his suspicion, a flicker of genuine concern crossed his face. The thought of you unleashing your 'gastric distress' all over his car seemed to be a genuine fear he really wanted to avoid. He did not need an extra pukefest tonight.

Reluctantly, he caved in to your request, his voice colored with a mix of resignation and caution. "Ah, jeez... Look, you're not supposed to sit in the front, but fine, I'll make an exception this time." He maneuvered the car to the side of the road, stepping out to open the door for you. As you settled into the passenger seat, he retook his place beside you.

"Jus' promise me you won't end up throwing up in the car, 'cause I'm not looking forward to cleaning up that mess." With a playful smirk, he wagged his finger at you, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.

"Chillaaaax, Colin. Don’t even worry, you won't see me hurling tonight. I've got it all under control," you declared, gracing him with a reassuring smile. The unexpected warmth of your expression caught him off guard, contrasting sharply with your usual snarky demeanor and the piercing death stares he had grown accustomed to.

However, Colin’s initial reservations melted away, reciprocating the gesture as a warm smile played across his face. He resumed his position behind the wheel, ready to continue the drive. But just as he was about to press the gas pedal, you captured the moment and took action. It was officially reckless business o’ clock. You sank down from the car seat, your knees grazing along the surface as you shifted toward the detective.

Colin's eyes widened comically, his mouth agape, utterly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. "K-Kid, what on earth are you—"

Cutting him off, your slurred words emerged with a hushed urgency. "Shush. And I told you not to call me kid. Just wait, let me..."

Your words trailed off as you grappled with the cramped space of the car. Hindered by the handcuffs that still restricted your movement, you struggled to find a way to support yourself without the use of your arms. Nonetheless, you persevered, inching your way beneath the steering wheel and between Colin's legs.

You released a sigh of relief as you settled comfortably onto your knees. “Phew! Crawling around is no walk in the park without some arms. Anyways...”

“Hi.” An impish grin spread across your face, your eyes flickering upwards, locking with his apprehensive gaze.

“Wow hi, haha!“ his smile, already awkward, stiffened further as he involuntarily sunk deeper into the car seat, attempting to create as much distance as possible between the two of you. “So um… is everything okay? I mean, what’s happening right now? What are you… doin’ down there, specifically?” His words tumbled out, laden with confusion and a touch of concern.

“What do you think I’m doing?” you giggled, thoroughly amused by the sight of the detective squirming uneasily in his seat. A delicate flush of pink tinted his cheeks, a detail that didn't escape your notice. Your voice dropped into a low purr as you continued, relishing in the tension that swirled between you. “Weeeell... I had this little thought, you see. I wanted to make amends. You know, for being such a pain to you over the past few weeks."

A coy little shrug followed your words, as if you were merely toying with the idea. “And I figured, what better way than to help my favorite detective relieve summa his stress off his shoulders.”

You awaited his response with a wide grin, but all that greeted you was a dumbfounded Colin, his face now aflame with a deep shade of crimson blush, eyes wide and unblinking. The sound of his breathing, short and heavy, filled the tense silence, leaving you to wonder if perhaps you had made him uncomfortable. Although a certain part of his body seemed to betray a different sentiment, stiffened and undeniable.

As both of your gazes inadvertently dropped, your eyes locked onto a conspicuous tent forming beneath Colin's slacks. A mix of surprise and amusement flickered across your face, mirrored by the silent murmuring of the word 'crap' that escaped his lips. “Hah… that’s uh- real strange. Don’t know why that’s happening,” He gulped. “Good ol’ keys in the pocket, huh? They’re a pain, especially when they decide to stick out in weird angles. It's like, whoa, things can get a little… funny, you know? Awkward, even.” He added, his voice revealing a hint of panic as he desperately attempted to maintain his composure, all while his raging boner was in plain sight.

“Oh for god’s sake,” you groaned, impatience tracing a light furrow on your brow as the restraint of the handcuffs exacerbated your frustration. "You're not seriously trying to play dumb with me, are you?" You said, annoyance and amusement bleeding through your words. The power dynamics had shifted, leaving you unable to take the lead, and instead relying on the nervous wreck of a detective before you.

You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath to steady fraying nerves. Determined to take a gentler approach, you decided to navigate this delicate situation with care.

"Come on, Col..." you cooed, leaning forward as far as you could, resting your head gently on his thigh. Your voice took on a soft, persuasive tone. "Let me do this for you." With a subtle flutter of your lashes, you batted your eyes, mimicking the innocent charm of a puppy seeking its owner's attention. Colin flinched, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of your sudden touch. Yet, he remained motionless, his eyes fixed upon you in mounting suspense.

A smile curled upon your lips as you sensed his lack of immediate resistance, emboldening you to press forward with your gentle coercion. "Just once," you whispered, your voice filled with earnestness. "Let me do this once, and I promise you'll feel so much better afterward."

“..Jesus, I don’t know ‘bout this… I….” Colin mumbled, trailing off with a heavy uncertainty.

He sat frozen in place, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His bottom lip bore the marks of his nervous chewing, while his brows knitted together in a hesitant frown as he weighed his options.

He knew he shouldn't, he reaaaally should not. It was morally wrong, a breach of professionalism, and could jeopardize his career if discovered. His eyes darted frantically outside the car's windows, scanning the desolate darkness that enveloped the streets in secrecy. But technically, no one would find out, would they?

And god, it had been a long while since he had been with a woman, especially since the bitter end of his engagement. And there you were right now, on your knees, your eagerness to please him palpable. Just the sight of you pouting sent his stomach into a frenzy of uncontrollable flutters, a reaction unexpected even from someone with a volatile temper like yours.

Bewitched by your feminine wiles, he barely registered how his hand had crept onto the top of your head, his thumb caressing your scalp with a tender touch. The throbbing heat in his pants intensified, overpowering any remaining restraint. With cautious swiftness, he glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any prying eyes, before his gaze settled back on your face - your smile, a comforting anchor in the sea of his conflicting emotions.

He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "F-Fine... Jus’ promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone, alright?" His hands returned to himself, fingers trembling as he loosened the clasp of his belt. The once ironclad resolve that had held him together began to crumble like fragile dust, succumbing to the pull of the moment.

“You have my word Col.” you reassured, your voice a soft murmur teeming with exhilaration.

Colin proceeded to undo his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the confined space. As he shoved them down, the dim glow of a distant streetlight seeped through the car window, casting a faint illumination on the scene. You couldn’t see all that clearly in the dark, but you did catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock protruding beneath his boxers, the fabric adorned with a telltale wet spot. Needless to say, he was far more excited than he was letting on.

Your mouth watered in anticipation, your core aching with need. Your senses heightened, thighs instinctively clenching as you awaited his next move. But just as Colin's thumb looped under his waistband, he hesitated, uncertainty settling over him like an icy veil. Restraints confined your hands, the itch of frustration crawling beneath your skin. In this moment, the immobility of your arms felt like a punishment far worse than being thrown into a holding cell later that night.

Unable to physically intervene, you relied on the power of your voice to guide the hesitant detective. "It's alright," you coaxed, tone laced with soothing encouragement. "Shake those nerves off, just this once. No one will ever find out..."

Colin's response came in the form of a hesitant nod - quick, uncertain, but nevertheless a nod. With painstaking slowness, he mustered the courage to give his boxers a small tug, gradually lowering them at an agonizingly slow pace. The measured movements seemed almost teasing, as if he were intentionally prolonging the moment. However, the truth was he basically personified a bundle of nerves, as though he was a schoolboy experiencing the thrill of his first make out session, unsure and skittish in his actions.

"How about we ditch these stupid handcuffs and let me take charge?" you suggested, your tone cutting through the air with an assertiveness that bordered on demand. Colin's head snapped up, surprise briefly shadowing his features as he registered the sudden shift in your demeanor and the scowl that tugged your lips. He couldn't entirely fault you for your impatience - he had been taking his sweet time with dropping his boxers. However, a part of him harbored a lack of trust, as dubious as it may sound. The restraints provided a sense of comfort and security, keeping you in check.

Colin's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Ehh... sorry, but that's a no-can-do," he deflected your proposal with his trademark easy smile. "You understand, right? It's nothing personal. Jus’ think it's... better this way."

“Ugh…” you grunted, eyes rolling in annoyance. You relinquished your desires, holding back any further comments or demands.

After what felt like an eternity, Colin steeled his nerves enough to continue, no longer willing to delay the inevitable. In a swift motion, he grasped the waistband, sliding it down until his cock sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Your gaze, once fixated on the crop of brown pubic hair adorning the base, now traced the veiny pathways that ran along his thick length, leading to the swollen tip—flushed red and leaking. For a seemingly meek police detective, he sure had a nice looking dick.

You smiled as you leaned in, tilting your head closer. Your eyes, brimming with excitement, darted back and forth between his face and his erection, gauging his reaction as you tested the boundaries. Despite his initial apprehension, there was a glimmer of delight in his gaze. Encouraged by his response, you inched closer, your lips ghosting the underside of his shaft, your warm breath teasing his sensitive skin, coaxing it to twitch in response.

Colin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the moment. “Crap, look- in case it wasn’t obvious enough, it’s been a while for me,” he blurted out shakily, already roused by the sight of your pretty lips caressing the heat emanating from his dick, sending a wave of warmth sweeping over him. His legs parted further, an unspoken invitation for you to draw nearer. “So sorry if I…. Y’know.. too early.” He stammered with urgency.

“I mean, you already look like you’re ready to burst before I even touched you,” you shrugged with a light chuckle. “But I kinda like that.” You flashed him a playful smirk.

He remained speechless, his face flustered and turned away, a deep red painting his features in the stillness of the moment.

Regardless, you took the plunge, gently pressing your lips against the sensitive underside of his cock. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped his lips, a clear sign for you to continue. From top to bottom, you peppered his length with tender, soothing kisses. His hand immediately reached for your hair, his fingers finding solace in the roots to distract himself from cumming too fast, careful not to exert too much force and risk hurting you.

"And sorry about the whole hair-holding thing. I, uh... need something to hold onto when I'm really focused," he confessed, his bashful laughter intertwining with his words. His face still burning a deep scarlet hue, the admission both vulnerable and endearing. "Habit," he added, his lips twitching with shy sincerity.

“You can grip my hair as hard as you want. I don’t mind a little rough treatment.” you shot a wink, a giggle escaping your lips. Lowering your head, you tilted it to the side, your tongue tracing a stripe against his sensitive balls. Eagerly, you pressed your face forward, your lips latching onto one of them, suckling on it with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, each release elicited a small pop.

“Mmff!— fuck..” Colin‘s jaw went slack, a deep groan rolling off his tongue the moment your mouth made contact, his resistance melting away under the spell of your touch. His dark brown eyes dilated, glazing over your form below him. “Yeah, jus’ like that… jus’ like that…” he managed to utter out, his heaving breaths punctuated by muttered words of approval. His fingers entwined with your hair, massaging the crown of your head in a visceral gesture of pleasure.

“Ooh, you like that don’t you?” you remarked, a playful lilt in your voice as you pulled back slightly, savoring the sight of the detective's face contorting with undeniable bliss. “I wanna hear it baby, tell me how much you needed this.” You crooned, face colored with a teasing grin.

“Okay-okay fine, I won’t lie…” Colin huffed, admittance causing eyes to flutter away. Amused, you chuckled, flattening your tongue against his length, gliding it along a long and deliberate path, coaxing the rest of his words to spill out. A delicious shiver of electricity ran down his spine, sending a cascade of goosebumps rippling down his skin from his erection being teased. “Agh!- y-yes I needed this, I really… really needed this.” he babbled out, his breath hitching with the weight of his confession.

Satisfied, you continued. Your kisses swept from the base and drifted all the way up to the tip of his cock, tongue salty with precum as it expertly caressed the ridges. Colin's body quivered, responding with an urgent jerk of his hips, a wordless plea for you to take his cock into the warm and wet comfort of your mouth. You could feel the urgency in his veins buzz with an electric fervor, beckoning you to go further. For the sake of soothing him, you pressed your lips right onto the swollen head, treating him to small kitten licks on his sensitive slit.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous...” Colin moaned, teetering on the edge of a whimper. His hips bucked forward once more, ramming his tip deeper into your mouth. Each squirm of his body against the supple leather of the car seat produced a small squeak, almost serving as a subtle backdrop to the moment. “God, you scare the living crap outta me... but f-fuck, you’re sososo p-pretty!” He choked, another whimper caught in his throat.

“Mhm… that’s what I do best detective…” you mumbled with a full mouth, the warmth of his fluids clinging to your breath.

The evidence of your arousal was just as indisputable as his, your panties most definitely soaked from the act of using your mouth on the detective alone, cunt weeping from the lewd noises leaving him with each stroke. Your lips glided further down along him, accommodating his warm slickness as you relaxed your jaw. “Ohmygod- holy shit you feel so good...” he groaned. He slumped back against the backrest, head lolling over his shoulder as he fought to stifle a moan. “Ngh- so good f-for me…”

Despite the discomfort that knotted your knees and the soreness that gnawed at your back from kneeling on the unforgiving car floor longer than you should’ve (all while handcuffed too!), that fiery bundle of elation simmering in your belly powered you through it. After all, Colin was all you could focus on, eclipsing everything else. His raw groans, the incoherent praises that spilled from his mouth, and the way your name danced off his tongue like silk - it was all you needed in the moment, utterly invading every fiber of your being.

However, it wasn't just you who was losing yourself in the moment. Colin's mind short-circuited completely, overwhelmed by the mounting pleasure that had him seeing dazzling stars. Your heavenly skills had transformed his body into a molten state of arousal, practically dissolving into a puddle of liquid. In this state, his thoughts scrambled like a glitching, outdated computer, and your lack-of-hands situation compelled him to take the reins in a mindless frenzy.

"Hope ya’ don't mind if I jus’..." he mumbled hoarsely, his words stumbling out spontaneously. His hands cradled the sides of your head, anchoring you in place, hovering inches above his seat to steady his rhythm. His cock delved deeper into the confines of your throat as his hips undulated to the flow of his ragged panting. His heart galloped like a wild stallion, synchronizing with the rhythm you created, while he sunk himself further into the depths of your wet heat.

“Mmh!- ‘m almost there! Need a lil’ l-longer.” Colin sputtered out, throat straining to keep as quiet as possible. He could see the glistening of tears stinging your eyes, whimpers muffled out around him. He truly never intended to subject your poor mouth to such rough treatment, his tip bullying the back of your throat with each jerky thrust until it was sore, pushing so deep that your nose buried itself in the tufts of hair on his pelvis. Despite the guilt welling up in him, he couldn’t help himself at this point. His body was now like a machine, moving on its own accord to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get.

Even then, you didn’t even break eye contact, not even once. Not when this police detective who nursed a hidden disdain for your tempestuous presence behind faux smiles, was now coming undone right before you - His once neatly styled chestnut brown hair now clung to his sweat-drenched forehead, strands falling over his flushed, pale features. His lips, now parted and glistening, revealed a glimpse of vulnerability, while his doe eyes sparkled with a feverish glimmer. Everything about him in this moment was enthralling, leaving you no choice but to be mesmerized.

The rippling tremors jolting through Colin's frame reminded him that he was nearing his climax, fire pooling low in his abdomen ready to erupt. Between heavy panting, he plucked up the courage to voice his request, his fretful eyes scanning the confined space of the car. “Hey sooo uh- you um… y-you don’t mind if I don’t pull out… right?” he asked, vulnerability threaded through his tone. He definitely wasn’t eager to see his load spray onto anything inside his police car.

Your nose scrunched up in clear disapproval, a glare shooting daggers at him, clearly not a fan of swallowing. He clicked his tongue in disheartenment, head tilted to the side “C’mon, do me a favor will ya?… Not really lookin’ forward to making a mess in the car.” He pleaded breathlessly. To his relief, no signs of protest emerged, though a sullen mask adorned your face.

As he noticed your lack of resistance, he seized the opportunity to follow through with his words. “‘m sorry!- So sorry. I-I’ll make it up to you later. Really!” Colin bleated, tone brewing with guilt and that familiar undercurrent of pleasure.

Squeezing his eyes back shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the tightly coiled spring in his belly, yearning for release. His balls tightened, cock pulsing as his thrusts into your mouth turned sloppy. Consumed by a blinding, searing white that engulfed his senses, his mind completely blanked. With one final forceful pump, he held your head close, ropes of cum painting your mouth white. Trapped in his surprisingly strong grip, you gulped down the bitter torrent, suppressing the almighty urge to gag as your tongue battled with the assault.

Once you swallowed every last drop of his cum, Colin released his firm grip, withdrawing his now softened cock from your mouth. His hands fell limply to his sides, the air in the cramped car heavy with sweltering breaths, as though the two of you had just completed a grueling marathon on a hot summer’s day.

Gradually regaining his composure, Colin peeled his eyes open, his gaze fixed upon your chest rising and falling, your lips swollen and glistening with wetness. “Jeez uhh, are you okay?- I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Post orgasm clarity rushed over him like a gust of fresh air, his lips downturned with genuine concern. He hastily reached into his coat pocket, digging out and opening a tissue packet, gingerly dabbing away the saliva and residue from your chin and mouth.

You blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected act of care from the detective. Well, that was a first - no one had ever wiped your mouth for you after a blowjob, but then again, your hands were bound, rendering you immobile. “Yeah I’m fine, you didn’t really have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture.” you replied in a hoarse voice, head shying away from him.

Colin's face brightened with a smile, a wave of relief washing over him. You were right - the weight of his once overwhelming stress seemed to dissipate. In fact, he felt like a brand new man! It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, so this encounter meant more to him than you could ever know.

In an unexpected twist, he scooped you up from the car floor, strong arms cradling your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, cocooning you on his lap. In that moment, the softie within him had taken over, aching to shower you with affection and gratitude for the pleasure you had shared.

Your shoulders tensed in his firm grasp, your wide eyes betraying a mix of surprise and alarm. You couldn't help but wonder if he always got this sentimental after engaging in intimacy, and you couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Woooow okay, so we're hugging now huh? Someone's feeling affectionate tonight," you noted with a touch of sarcasm. Yet, despite your initial resistance, you allowed him to hold you, gradually surrendering to the warmth of his arms. Deep down, buried beneath layers and layers of pride, a part of you secretly enjoyed this, even if you'd rather be drawn and quartered than admit it.

“Yeah, hope you don’t mind. It’s jus’ that… you did such a good job.” Colin chuckled, his hand gently caressing the small of your back. “And hey, would ya’ look at that! I really do feel so much better now. So, genuinely, thank you.” His words resonated softly against the crook of your neck as he rested his chin there, his arms remaining securely wrapped around you.

You allowed the weight of the moment to sink in, basking in the warmth and tenderness enfolding you. Then, an idea suddenly sprang to mind, and you couldn't resist voicing it. “Say… since I did one hell of a job, does that maybe mean I’m off the hook now?” You pulled back, a sly brow raised as you awaited his response.

Colin let out an exaggerated huff, his smile filled with amusement as he ruffled your hair into a delightful mess. “Nope,” he replied teasingly. “You’re still getting your butt thrown into the station for the night.“

Your expectant smile swiftly dropped into a deep frown, prompting a hearty pat on the back from the detective as he erupted into a fit of laughter. “Sorry kid,” He said between chuckles. “Now chop-chop, time for you to get in the back!”

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I’m aware I made Colin more pathetic than he actually is and I apologize- Idk I just could resist 😭😭 Hope the aftercare made up for it tho??

🤍 only tagging one person cuz idk who else wants to be tagged:

@lacucarachapisser

[evanchantingpeters]

"Why haven't I seen these Evan pics before?" dump. Mmmkay, devoured...

No, but why did he serve so much—even in the most casual instances?

[fear-is-truth]

can I please request some headcannons as to what you think the Evans would be like when they’re drunk? thank you!!! :)))

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans… drunk .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson ‧ austin sommers ‧ peter maximoff ‧ colin zabel ‧ warren lipka

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would become a fucking menace. he’d pull pranks on the other ghosts, or just plain insult them. he finds endless amusement in being a little shit, glancing over at you to see if you’re laughing too.

he’d be glued to you, practically following you room-to-room like a newly adopted puppy, even if you’re just going to the bathroom. “where’re you going?” he’d stand right outside the door, waiting for you to come back, greeting you with a lazy, lovesick grin like he hasn’t seen you in hours.

drunk tate would mutter a lot—sometimes to himself, sometimes to you. it’d be of random thoughts, little complaints, or dreamy, barely coherent things like, “can’t believe you’re real…” his words would come out slurred and soft, but he’d have this intense focus on you, clearly wrapped up in his own head.

venting. a lot of venting.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

would do his best to keep himself together, reminding you both to “take it easy,” but he’d totally stumble over his own plans. kit would try holding his drink steady, only to spill half of it, laughing it off with an, “ah, whoops!” as if it was the funniest thing ever.

his sense of humor would skyrocket, and he’d be doubled over laughing at the simplest things. someone makes a lame pun? he’s cracking up. you give him a look? pure comedy gold.

his slurred boston accent would get thicker, making everything he says sound even more sexier.

would also get extra honest and sappy, letting his emotions spill out in the most genuine way. he’d look at you with teary eyes and tell you how much he appreciates you, going on about how grateful he is to have found you.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle wouldn’t get blackout drunk, he’d getting just tipsy enough to be completely adorable. his cheeks would be flushed a rosy pink, and he’d have that big, goofy grin on his face.

would start singing along to whatever song is playing.

even with a few drinks in him, kyle’s the one guy who would still keep an eye out for anyone who needs help. if he saw a random girl looking unsteady, he’d guide her to a safe spot, and if she had to throw up in the bathroom, he’d stay with them, holding her hair. then he’d call her friends to get her.

if any one of his frat brothers try and mess with you he’d literally fistfight them.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

drunk jimmy would be all over you, getting incredibly touchy, pulling you into his lap whenever he gets his hands on you. he’d slur sweet, filthy things out loud — it’s embarrassing as hell but kinda hot.

would keep drinking even after you told him to stop. “nah, babe,’m fine—jus’ one more i swear.” of course, this would end with him either passing out or vomiting.

if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, drunk jimmy would be ready to kick some serious ass. “what’re you starin’ at, huh? you think you can just look at her like that?!” you’d have to hold him back before he got into full florida man mode.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

i think james would have crazy good alcohol tolerance.

he would be uncharacteristically handsy. insisting you to sit on his lap, arm winding possessively around your waist. he’d hold you close, running his fingers up and down your arm or resting his hand at the small of your back.

“you’re such a vision, my dear,” in that slurred, (fake) brahms accent.

james, in his drunken fascination, would suddenly become enchanted by the smallest, strangest details in the room. he’d point out the ornate carvings on the furniture or the imperfections in a painting, waxing poetic about how they contribute to the room’s “soul.” “just look at that crack in the wood,” he’d remark, “is it not beautifully flawed, just like us?” (he’s a dangerous tainted & flawed man ykwim)

handing you his cigar, he’d watch you intently, clearly enamored with the idea of you lighting it for him. he’d guide your hand, fingers lingering over yours, taking pleasure in the ritual. “steady now, darling,” he’d drawl, a pleased smirk on his face as he watches the flame catch.

would become even more extravagant with his compliments. he’d shower you with praise, admiring everything from the way you smile to the way you hold yourself. “my dearest, you bring such grace to this place,” he’d say, gazing at you with genuine adoration. “i am, as ever, your humble servant.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would do his absolute best to act stone-cold sober, even after chugging straight vodka or something hardcore. he’d stand up straighter, make eye contact, and talk in his usual serious tone, almost daring you to suggest he might be tipsy. if he starts slurring? he’d blame it on something like tiredness to keep his ego intact.

thousand yard stare.

would get worked up over small things, flipping into-rants about whatever’s on his mind, each one more dramatic than the previous. topics vary on politics, the state of society, or how he’s totally not drunk.

when tipsy, kai would be a touch more lenient. allowing you to sit on his lap, play with his hair, maybe even cracking a slight smile at your jokes.

⟢ 𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒.

austin would absolutely start singing instead of speaking after getting a bit smashed. belting out tunes or turning every sentence into a musical number, “who’s ready for a refiiiillll~?”

every drink would require a toast, and they’d progressively get more absurd and inappropriate. “to art, sex, and whatever the fuck this cocktail is supposed to be!”

would be shamelessly flirty with everyone, but his attention would always come back to you.

⟢ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅.

his hyper ass would be bouncing off the fucking wall.

would steal people’s drinks mid-sip or rearranging furniture in the room for no reason.

“bet i can chug this entire keg and still run a lap around the earth. wanna see?”

⟢ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋.

colin’s drunk vocabulary would be filled with “erm” and “errr,” with every other sentence stumbling out in a mess of slurred words. “errr… what i—what i meant was… wait, i had it. it was, uh… gone now, but it was good, i promise.

if anyone tried to bother you or made a lewd comment, colin would get hella territorial in his tipsy state. “hey, buddy, why don’cha back off the milady, alright? she’s—she’s with me.”

would insist on carrying your coat, guarding your drink, or even offering to dance with you.

all in all, a total sweetheart.

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐊𝐀.

warren would be that guy at the party, jumping off rooftops into pools or climbing on furniture while shouting, “heyyy watch this!” he’d have no fear and thrive on being the centre of attention.

if body shots were happening, you could bet warren would be in the thick of it, grinning ear to ear.

would totally dominate beer pong.

his version of dancing would involve spinning you around wildly or grinding against you to whatever beat was playing.

sex in the bathroom or smoking dope. or both.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Missing Dates [Colin Zabel]

Momentary angst / fluff

You've started talking to Colin after meeting him at your bartender job. He's sweet, but you can't help but worry when he's late to a date for the first time.

I've had this idea for a while, and everyone blame the song Suspicious Minds cause I love the song. Also because Colin<3

A bit self indulgent, so reader is a bit remicisint of me, sorry in advance.

No one's perspective

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You and Colin had only just started talking. Meeting at your bartender job was fine, but definitely not the best meeting place. He was sweet, soft and kind to you.

But you supposed Colin being a detective would mean he'd be away from you for hours. Was he even interested in you? Did he actually like you? It drove you basically insane. Obviously, he liked you. Colin thought the world of you and only wanted to be with you at all moments of the day.

Tonight was no different, you had made dinner for the both of you, at about 6pm. He told you he would've gotten off work at half 5. No texts, or calls yet. No checking-ins yet. So you had to call him as the food was sitting on your dining table, waiting for the man you wanted to be yours. "Colin, where are you? It's half 6 already.." you spoke quietly, gazing out the living room window into the evening sky.

"Ah, hey...I'm sorry. Mare needed me to finish something off for her.." Colin started. Mare? Why Mare? No matter, you continued the conversation, despite the nerves and overthinking boiling over.

"Oh. Um.. right...when are you going to be over?" There was a little beat of silence, which only fuelled your overthinking. "Are you able to come over tonight Colin?"

"Y-yeah! Course I am. You know I will, I just...there's a lot to be done tonight. And it's taking up everyone's time."

"You promise?" A little glimmer of hope in your voice as you practically needed that confirmation he was just working. Fuck this overthinking. If you could be rid of it, maybe you would've been able to stick to your previous relationship.

Colin smiled softly in his little office, staring down at the amount of paperwork Mare had given him. "I promise."

The hours passed. The hours ticked by. The hours hurt more and more. 8pm arrived much faster than you thought. And there was still no Colin. Disappointment once again. It was a numb pain by this point. And you let some nonsense play in the background of your tv, as your eyes found the cold food on your dining table. The heat stopped emitting from the plate, and it sat lonely in the kitchen. Your plate had already been eaten since you were too hungry.

But a knock brought you out of that numb disappointment you were letting fester. Dragging your feet to the door, you opened it and leaned on the wall beside you. Not looking up at the person on your porch. "Hello.." a mutter escaped you, lazily blinking.

"Well, that's not the greeting I'm used to..." Oh. It was Colin. His voice brought your head up and caused you to stand up straight. Your eyes were unable to focus on one thing at a time. His eyes, his small smile, that little suit of his. A bouquet in his hand. Mixes of roses, lilacs and chrysanthemums. The sweetest smelling flowers. Colin handed you the flowers hesitantly, that small smile of his growing. Both of you stared at the flowers, keeping your fingers against his. "that's uh, that's why I took so long. I headed to the only flower shop open right now to grab some flowers..."

Oh Jesus he was perfect. You really couldn't stay upset at him. The numbness dying down as your eyes lit up at the mix of flowers in your hands. The little light didn't go unnoticed by the man in your doorway. "I'm sorry I took so long...I really didn't want to take any longer than I already did.."

Any response you could have said was instantly brought down as Colin apologized over and over. There was a response eventually as you silently invited him inside. "Thank you.." A little smile on your lips as your fingers lightly traced some of the petals on the flowers. "Listen... Colin."

Colin held your free hand and sat you down, slightly worried about your seriousness. He was late to the date you set up, so he figured it had something to do with that. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I keep missing our dates...I never mean to. You know I don't mean to. This job really means the world to me. You do as well!! You really do, and I...I just want to see you more." He started rambling, lost in his thoughts and worries. Well, that definitely wasn't what you were going to say.

"What? Colin, no. God no it's nothing like that.." A huff leaving you that was reminiscent of a little chuckle. Your thumb rubbed over the back of his hand, feeling every contour and vein. That could have melted you. His hand in yours always let you fall further. "I just...I was wondering if um...you and I could be official.." The question left you quietly and nervously. It slightly shocked Colin, but the little shock was replaced with a smile.

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah.."

The smile on Colin's lips only widened with your confirmation of the question. "Y-yeah! I mean...y-yes, of course, we could. I'd love that.." As soon as you placed the flowers down, your hands reached Colin's cheeks, pulling him closer. Your kisses before hadn't felt so, intimate before. But it did this time. It was the dearest, loving kiss pressed to his lips. A smile as it happened.

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[hauntedrose555]

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT KIT WALKER IS A TAURUS LIKE MEEE!

[kit-walk3r]

Heyy. I saw that one Colin fluff you wrote and I’ in love really. Could you maybe write a fluff in which reader is completely exhausted (mentally or physically idc actually) and he tries to take care of her? Hope you like the idea 🩷

Aw thank you anon, and thank you for the request! I hope this works for you 💗

So Proud (Colin Zabel x fem!reader)

Colin always knows how to make you feel loved when you’re having a bad day.

Warnings: sort of depression themes?

It was miniscule, the reason why you felt like a mess. “You must be so proud of your Colin,” one of your regular customers had said. “He’s a hero, doing wonders for this community.” You smiled and nodded. Yes, of course you were proud of Colin. How could you not be? But there was just something about that woman’s words that left you feeling… hollow. Was Colin proud of you? What was there for Colin to be proud of? You did nothing extraordinary, nothing special. Colin was out there helping people and you were… what? Selling milk to gossiping old ladies? Stupid.

Once your shift was over you headed straight home, rejecting your co-workers offer to go and get a coffee like you usually would. This time you just wanted to be alone.

You were sitting in the dark in the living room for what felt like forever until Colin came home.

“Honey, I’m home!” He jokingly shouted as he came through the door that evening.Usually this would make you laugh and you’d reply with something equally cheesy, but this particular night you just had no effort. You felt too drained to even respond.

“Y/N?” Colin shouted again as he hung up his coat, concerned about the lack of response. “You home?” You continued to stay silent.

Colin started to shout for you again as he walked into the living room, but stopped when he saw you curled up on the sofa.His eyes widened with concern and he immediately kneeled down in front of you, taking one of your hands in his own and giving it a squeeze. He knew these moods.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked, his voice soothing and gentle. His eyes were filled with concern and love and he squeezed your hand again when he heard you sniffle. “Talk to me, baby.”

You wiped the tears away from your eyes with your free hand. “It’s just one of those days,” you muttered.

Colin’s eyes softened. He knew what this meant. He moved from his position on his knees and took a seat beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you in so that you were curled up in his embrace. You rested your head on his shoulder and let the tears fall.

“It’s okay,” Colin whispered soothingly. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “You’re okay. Please don’t feel this way.”

“Are you proud of me?” you mumbled. Colin’s arm around you tightened in comfort.

“What…?” Colin was taken by surprise at your question. “Of course I’m proud of you. I’m proud of every little thing you do.”

“But what do I do, Colin?” You asked. “I go to work in that stupid store and that’s it. There’s nothing to be proud of.”

Colin refused to listen. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “There’s so much to be proud of you for. I’m proud that you put up with the assholes who come into your store and that you can put them in their place. I’m proud that you still manage to even go to that place everyday, even though I know how much you hate it. I’m proud of the way you care for your family, of how you take care of your mother. I’m proud that you still manage to get up and live life, even though I know you struggle sometimes.”

The tears continued to fall as you listened to Colin’s words, but instead of tears of sadness and hurt, these were tears of love. Colin was special and he made you feel special. His words pierced the veil of negativity that engulfed you and you felt his love, you felt his adoration.

“I’m just so tired,” you sighed

“I know,” Colin hugged you tighter. He didn’t want to let you go. He wanted you to know how much he loved you and that he was always going to be there for you. You were his world. “How about a bath?” He murmured.

“I’m sorry, Colin, but I’m not really in the mood for that,” you apologised, feeling ever so slightly guilty about turning him down.

It took Colin a moment to realise what you thought he meant by bath. His eyes widened slightly when he realised and flushed.. “No, not like that,” he chuckled. “I meant just for you so you can relax. Some bubbles, maybe I could wash your hair…”

You smiled softly at the idea. “A bath sounds nice.”

“Great,” Colin smiled back. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and your eyes drifted shut at the soft feeling. “I’ll go run the water.”

As you watched Colin head up the stairs to the bathroom you wondered how you ever got so lucky.

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Why is it impossible for me to write a happy fic? Also no shade to anyone who works in a store, I do too and I kind of just threw my own feelings about that into this, I do apologise 😂 Anyway, I hope this was okay for you anon! And thank you again 💓

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