#colin zabel hbo

[nakedphany20]

Who is your favorite policeman? And why it is Colin Zabel? 🤏🏽🥺💕

[grungetastic]

He deserved better 💔

[schadie]

I had mental breakdown on the last week and I treated it with show about Jeffrey Dahmer (don't ask). And it was strange experience, because in my mind Evan Peters is so charming dude and now I'm watching show, where he plays asshole.

And after Dahmer's show I started to watch Mare from easttown. It was BIG mistake.

I have one question.

WHY?!

(i have hole in my soul, my sweet child Colin😢)

[americxn]

hey! i love your fics sm so here's a lil Colin zabel request : so the reader is female and is also a detective way better than anyone in the department they work in but is usually ignored and Colin kinda has a secret crush and seeing her stand up for herself turns him on which then leads to some intimate actions

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader

wordcount: 3.1k warnings: NSFW, penetration, riding, homicide mention

Your teeth clenched tightly together in the effort of warding off the cold induced tremors attempting to rack through your jaw, your fingers stiff as you pulled your thick winter coat tighter around your body. Colin took a quick glance over at you, his eyes wandering over the planes of your face, glowing in the watery light of the day, your lips slightly parted in concentrated thought as you nodded along with your partner’s mused explanation for the lack of evidence at the crime scene you now examined. He forced his eyes to part from the view of your face, glancing at your shared case partners, his mouth set in a thin line as he forced himself to tune back into the conversation. 

“I don’t think we should stop looking yet.” You mused quietly with a shallow shake of your head. “This isn’t a clear area,” you continued, throwing out an arm to gesture to your general surroundings, the scutches of trees packed tightly together, Colin’s attention happily snapping back to you. “If there was a firearm involved, chances are the bullets would have ricocheted. We need to look more.” You decided, both speaking to yourself and to the others, turning slowly in place, your eyes flicking from the stretches of vivid police tape to the closest trees and the various markers protruding from the ground, outlining the shape of the body that had been found there the evening prior. Colin surveyed the area with you, taking an almost imperceptible step closer to your side, willing to spend the entirety of the remaining day and night searching the area with you. His mouth parted, his agreement poised on his tongue, when a poorly concealed scoff sounded at your back, drawing your attention back to the two male detectives that had been assigned on this case with you.  “What?” You questioned, expecting an explanation as you twisted to meet the cool, uninterested expression on one of their faces, a smirk furnishing the other. “We’ve been out here for hours. If we haven’t found anything by now, it’s unlikely that we’ll find anything at all. Let’s just go back to the office, it’s cold.” A small frown marred the surface of your forehead as you turned back to fully face them. “We’ve only been here for two hours. If you really expect to have found evidence in that amount of time then you’re better off going back to the office and letting me and Colin take care of this case.” Two sets of eyebrows cocked simultaneously. Colin glanced between you and the others, unsure, but more than willing to take your side.  “Staying here would be a waste of time.” You bristled at the slow, condescending tone that your partner applied to his words, exhaling deeply, your middle finger twitching to be displayed to the men. “Are you...? This is a homicide case. I don’t care how long I have to spend in the cold, I’ll spend the rest of this week crawling through the dirt of this park if I have to.” “Then feel free.” One of them bit back instantly, taking a step back and making a sweeping gesture to the floor at his feet with an arm. Both your stomach and lip curled in disgust, Colin’s own brow creasing deeply as he leaned into your warmth, his arms crossing tightly across his chest. “Pig.” You spat. “The two of you can fuck off. I don’t want your help, you slow me down anyway.”  Now it was Colin’s turn to twitch as you turned on your heel, looping your arm through Colin’s and stalking away from your useless partners. “So fucking annoying.” You mumbled, twisting to shoot them a parting look of irritated disgust. Colin grumbled his agreement, patting the arm you had looped through his and pressing the side of his body closer against yours.

Colin could think of nothing but the assertive tone that had flooded your voice at your dismissal of the others, his cock hardening ever so slightly each time he replayed the memory in his mind. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he drove you both back to the office, several hours following the parting of the two other detectives; your extended effort had been fruitful, a new piece of vital evidence having been found amongst the trees and dirt of the park. He cleared his throat, forcing his attention to centre on the quiet road before him, the sky stained purple at the edges as dusk began to close in. You took a quick glance over in his direction, a small frown marring your forehead at his suddenly reserved demeanor. “You okay? You’ve gone all quiet.” Colin visibly started when your voice cut through the comfortable silence of the car. “Yeah, um, sorry. I’m just thinking about the case.” He mumbled. You nodded in agreement, offering him a newly generated thought, casual conversation once again filling the space of the car. 

The office was fairly empty when you arrived, case files in hand, the reception desk vacant. Your sigh of relief was audible when you turned into yours and Colin’s shared office space, sending up a thanks to the heavens when you saw that your two case partners had long since gone home, their columns on the timesheet stuck to the door having been filled in.  “Thank fuck.” You mumbled, chucking the files you had clutched to your chest onto the large desk before perching on the edge with a deep sigh. “You can go home too, if you want. I’m gonna stay and go over everything.” You explained tiredly with a weak gesture to the information-filled files behind you. “No. I’ll stay, I want to refresh my memory anyways.” Colin countered, his eyes trailing up and down your body from where you were sat. One of your eyebrows cocked at the not-so-subtle gesture. His eyes widened slightly at your acknowledgement, only getting wider when you returned his sweeping scrutiny, the corner of your mouth curling into a wicked smile at the obvious flustered state your action instilled in him. “Are you wanting to stay here to help with the case or for a different reason, detective?”  You tracked the movement of his throat as he swallowed, considering your words carefully and the implied intrigue of your tone. “Which would you rather?” He questioned, his confidence both surprising and utterly exciting as he took a tentative step forwards. You straightened, cocking your head slightly to the side in exaggerated thought, the movement giving Colin a generous view of the side of your neck. “I think that taking a break from work might be a good idea, we’ve been at it all day.” Your words were low, the backs of your thighs pressing against the hard wood of the desk as you slid off it, standing and slowly walking to Colin, who couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes off you, not as you reached for his tie, wrapping it around your hand and using it to tug him closer. His nose brushed yours, his breath hitching and dark eyes filling with a dim glow of exultation, your scent coursing through his nostrils.  His proximity was intoxicating and you wrapped his tie tighter around your hand, taking a small step back and smiling as Colin stumbled after you, almost tripping over his own feet in his need to remain as close to your body as possible.  “Is this why you’ve been so quiet?” You crooned, your breath warm on Colin’s face as you took another step back, and another, the edge of the desk nearing as you continued your retreat. He could only nod, all words getting caught in his throat as he watched your eyes grow darker and darker, your lips curling into a smirk; he could’ve drooled at the firmness with which you tugged his body to yours with a harsh pull on his tie, your hips pressing into his; the small gasp that fell from his parted lips as you pressed your bodies against each other sent a wave of searing arousal flooding through you, pooling in your loins and spurring you to close the distance between your faces, Colin’s lips soft as you brushed your own against them. He didn’t dare breathe as you repeated the movement, his tie untangling from your grip as you dropped your hands to the waistband of his work pants, threading your fingers through his belt loops and ensuring that his hips couldn’t stray away from yours as you deepened the kiss, pressing your lips fully against his. Colin’s fingers trembled in anticipation as he reached for your own hips. You pulled away when his hands settled on you, releasing your hold on his waist and batting his hands away. He groaned at your blatant dismissal of his touch, his lips chasing after yours of their own accord as you stepped back, taking ahold of his waistband once more and turning, forcing him with you, manoeuvering his body so that he stood in your previous place before the desk.   He couldn’t complain at your domineering act, not when the echo of your harshly spoken words rang out in the back of his mind, the memory of your dismissal of your two partners causing his cock to harden even more, straining against the unforgiving material of his pants as your fingers moved to the buttons holding them together. You made quick work of them, Colin shuddering in premature relief as you bent at the knee, tugging his pants and underwear down, his engorged cock springing free and straining upwards, begging for attention.  He hissed when you straightened, pushing your body close to his, your chest flat against him and pulsing cock trapped between your bodies. You traced your tongue along his lower lip, softly teasing him, his lips parting, silently willing for you to enter. Instead, you took ahold of his lower lip between your teeth, biting firmly and pulling away slightly before releasing your hold. He shuddered, his patience wearing thin as you toyed with him; but your own arousal was becoming too potent to ignore. Laying your hands on his chest, you pushed Colin backwards, the backs of his legs colliding with the edge of the desk. “Sit down.” You quietly ordered, your smile growing as he immediately fulfilled your request, allowing his hands to remain on your body as you pushed yourself up onto the desk, straddling his large thighs and wrapping your arms around his shoulders in support, his own hands coming to cup your ass from behind.  You lowered your lips to his once more as you settled fully onto his lap, your knees braced on the hard surface of the desk at either side of his hips. You opened your mouth to ask him what he wanted, already fully aware of the answer but wanting to hear him vocalise it, when his hips rolled once beneath you, his body lifting in just the right spot and rubbing against you. The words fell from your lips at that single electrifying touch, a low groan working its way up from inside you instead. Colin’s mouth fell open at the small, sweet gratification that his exposed cock gained from the rough material of your pants, his hands abandoning your ass and instead positioning themselves on the small of your back. His grip on you tightened as you forced your legs to part even more, sinking even lower onto his lap, his painfully hard dick eager to brush against you once more. He bucked his hips up again, shamelessly desperate for more contact as your eyes bore into his, his returning gaze unfaltering as you pushed down to meet his hips, Colin using your body to rub against him, your own excitement mounting each time his leaking cock grazed against your centre. A low groan was pulled from his throat, his head tipping back slightly as you moved lazily against each other, the rough material of your pants tormenting him as it scraped against his hard length again and again. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your pants.” he mumbled, breathless, the roiling of his hips against you becoming a fraction more feverish. You hummed in agreement, your head tipping back and your fingers weaving into the fabric of the shirt at his chest. “Are you gonna help me with that, or...?” Colin’s eyes lit up with excitement at your hushed words, his fingers eagerly attaching to the zipper of your work pants and tugging it down. He wasted no time in pulling both your pants and underwear down your parted thighs, the cool air pleasantly attacking the exposed hotness of your dripping cunt. Taking his length in your hand, you guided him into you, your matching groans of satisfaction filling the quiet space of the office as you sunk fully onto him, your fingers moving to tangle in the thick strands of hair at the nape of his neck. You picked yourself off his cock slightly, only to slide down its length once more. Colin shuddered, his eyes drifting closed at the movement, his hands settling once more on your lower back and gathering your body to him with a shaky exhale as you repeated the movement. With one more rise and fall on his cock, Colin bucked his hips up into you as you sunk back down his length, allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside you. Your eyes shuttered as the two of you worked in unison to repeat the motion, the walls of your cunt tightening around him, attempting to pull him deeper. The sensation of him fully filling you drew a broken moan from your throat and you lifted yourself up once more, only to slide slowly back down his length, repeating the slow action several times, drawing out the pleasure that the simple movement gave you. Below you, Colin’s own eyes shuttered, his jaw becoming slack as he allowed his head to fall back fully, enabling you to lick a stripe up the exposed length of his throat. You clit pulsed steadily as you seated yourself fully back onto his cock, your need to touch him, to feel him, becoming indescribable; you let your lips convey your desperation for him, kissing, nipping and licking along the sides of his neck, up his throat and to his chin, savouring the pitiful groans that you pulled from him with your teeth and tongue. He resumed his reciprocating action of lifting his hips up to meet yours, the two of you establishing a feverish pace, the swollen head of his cock hitting hard and deep, the desk beneath you beginning to shudder and creak in time with your increasingly frantic movements.  Your laboured breaths mingled, the small noises of pleasure you drew from one another filling the room. Your hands moved to brace on his shoulders, your fingers gripping onto him, nails digging into his skin and biting through his clothes.  The slight pain pulled a full moan from Colin, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut with pleasure, his hands moving to your waist and holding tight, helping your movements as your thighs began to tremble, both in strain and pleasure.  You continued to pick yourself up on his cock before fully slamming down once more, again and again and again, your slick, sensitive walls pulsing around him, his head continuing to hit deep, each thrust ripping away at the bundle of pleasure glowing in the pit of your stomach, the orgasm hidden at its centre his goal. You clenched the inner walls of your tender cunt, letting out a shakily moaned “fuck” as it forced Colin’s thickness to press into the entirety of your slickness. Colin sucked his lower lip into his mouth, biting hard as you rode him closer and closer to release, a series of desperate whimpers falling from his lips. You groaned deeply in response, taking his face in your hands and pressing a kiss of encouragement to his forehead. The sweet touch was at stark contrast with the fervour that you fucked yourself on his cock, your hands falling away from his face as he leant forwards to bury his nose in the crook of your neck, the pleasure you were giving him borderline overwhelming. You accepted his embrace, folding your arms around the back of his neck and holding him to you with a soft croon, your thighs slick as you continued your rutting on his cock. Colin’s quiet announcement of “I’m gonna cum” was muffled in the front of your shirt but you nodded, clenching around him in encouragement and notifying him that you, too, were close. You blinked, trying to clear your blurring vision as you nodded again, your mouth fully agape, not being able to find the words to verbally encourage him to his release as your own barrelled into you. Without warning, Colin slammed up into you, his swollen head hitting deep against your sensitive walls. That single thrust caused your eyes to roll, your pupils becoming lost to pleasure as Colin’s own orgasm flooded through him, catalysed by your slickness tightening around him,  He gripped onto you as you moaned with abandon, his own pants and low groans filling your ear. Your body writhed soundlessly on his as he kept your orgasm prolonged by continuing to thrust messily into you, his cum spilling deep and being held within you, his seed hot as it coated your inner walls. Your fingers trembled as you grappled with the material of his shirt, needing to grip onto something in a futile attempt to ground your mind that was lost to abundant pleasure. Colin recovered before you did, breathing heavily into your neck, his breath hot against your skin as you quivered, trapped in the throes of the intense aftershocks of your orgasm, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the back of his shirt. Your eyes righted themselves, a loud gasp falling from you lips as you gained back control of your body, your body melting into Colin who slowly pulled his face from your neck, completely spent from his orgasm. “Fuck.” He stated shakily, his chest expanding as he drank down deep gulps of air, your own breath laboured as you laughed softly in agreement. “I don’t know what that was.” You admitted, once again cupping Colin’s flushed face in your palm and tilting his head, his pleasure hooded eyes finding yours. “But we should do it more often.”

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[danaskulls]

[lavhoes]

random headcanons I have for colin zabel

warnings: my opinion and thoughts, colin being horny for like, two bullet points and I think that’s all.

please do not repost my writing on any other platform, this is my work, it doesn’t matter whether you credit me or not. likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

colin genuinely likes to read on his free time

this man does not know how to bake

cooking, yes. baking, no. the only thing he knows how to bake is those cookie things you buy at the stores and all you have to do is add about three eggs, water, etc

colin once sang don’t stop believin’ by journey at a bar whilst drunk, slurring his words and laughing his ass off

he doesn’t really like romantic movies or books

It’s not because of what happened to him in the pass but because he finds it annoying and cringe even though he’s a bloody romance himself

colin always wanted to be a writer

he writes on his free time as well

colin wears those underwear that have the week days (i.e on monday he’ll wear a pair that has ‘monday’ on them) and you can’t change my mind

he sleeps on the right side of the bed with one leg bent and the other almost reaching the other side of the bed

he doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday because he just doesn’t see the point in it

colin gets horny all the time and literally for no reason at all

colin had to wear braces for about 2.5 years (ages 11-13) and got mismatched colors just for the fun of it

he’s a absolute mommas boy, we know this

he likes to lay upside down on his bed and stare at the wall, humming to himself when upset

colin will quite literally whimper at any sort of physical touch he gets from you

colin watches spongebob for comfort

he is always making sarcastic remarks

for some reason I feel like colin knows how to the play the violin

[thatspookyagent]

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 @thatspookyagent

[cowardlycandy]

Colin Zabel heart edits!

Original photo credits to @thatspookyagent !

Edits by me !

Please credit me if you use any for pfp :)

This is my first time sharing edits plz be nice

[no-mercy-bby]

[mrs-march-ahs]

Evan Peters talking about his character Detective Colin Zabel

Credit to: @evanlicious on Instagram

[grungetastic]

Currently watching Mare of Easttown

[rileybug14]

When I found out Colin died:

[tv-moments]

Mare of Easttown

“Illusions“

Director: Craig Zobel

DoP: Ben Richardson

[americxn]

heeeyyy ive been thinking abt colin a lot and wondered like how it would be to have make up sex with him? After they had a huge fight then they have angry sex and then (still rough and hot) make up sex in the morning?

Im not sure if theres a difference between angry or make up sex but yeah

Hot Tempered (Colin Zabel x fem!Reader)

wordcount: 5.1k warnings: NSFW, penetration, giving and receiving oral, swearing, verbal arguing and a little bit of physical conflict

Yours nails scraped harshly on the surface of your kitchen table as you snatched up your phone, Colin’s face frozen in an irritated frown as you glanced back at him. His chair scuffed against the hard wood of the floor as you spun on your heel, heading for the door and the stairs beyond. “Y/n.” Colin’s voice was rough as he called after you, his long strides closing the distance between you as he reached out for your arm. “No, Colin.” You spat, whirling on him and wrenching your arm from his grasp. “I’m done talking about it, just fuck off.” His face fell, all of his agitation dropping from his features at the ferocity with which you cursed at him.  Your anger doused any guilt that should have swarmed you as the creases of annoyance on his face instantly smoothed over, his arm falling limp at his side. “Sleep down here.” You ordered firmly, turning once more and making your way to the stairs; your footfalls were heavier than intended. Shoving the door to your shared bedroom open with a shoulder, you flopped face first on the bed, gripping your pillow and smothering your face into it. Tears of hot frustration leaked from your eyes, dampening the fabric beneath your face as you clutched onto it, replaying the screaming match that had just occurred between you and your fiancé. It was undoubtedly the worst argument that the two of you had ever had.

From below, you heard the front door opening, closing harshly a second later.  You lay on the bed for several long minutes, the pillow clutched to your face staunching the flow of your tears. Only when your phone buzzed beside your head did you lift your face out of the confines of the pillow, the sudden light burning your teary eyes as you glanced at the screen as it lit up with Colin’s name. 

I won’t come to you until you’re ready to talk. Message me whenever that is.

You chucked the phone to the bottom of the bed with a soft sign, rolling onto your back and rubbing your hands over your face. Why did he insist on always being so patient? For whatever reason, his generous offering of space refuelled your anger, anger that was perhaps directed at yourself this time. Another hot tear squeezed its way out of your eye, rolling down the side of your face and disappearing into the hair at your ear. Swiping the wet trail away, you pushed yourself off the bed, storming for the bathroom and wrenching the faucet of the shower, causing scolding water to pour. You didn’t allow the water to cool, shucking off your clothes and stepping under the steaming torrents; it hit your skin in fiery relief, leeching some of the anger from your body and carrying it up into the space of the bathroom as steam, condensing and dripping in cool droplets off the mirrors and windows. You emerged from the shower half an hour later, the adrenaline of your argument having worn off entirely, a heaviness settling over your body in its place.  Your clothes remained in a heap in the centre of the bathroom floor, the fabric dampened slightly by the clouds of heat from the shower.  Sleep tugged at your eyes and you glanced at the alarm clock on your bedside table: 23:17. You obeyed the heaviness of your eyelids, allowing it to steer you towards the bed, flopping down onto its softness once more, the sheets cool against your warm skin, a comforting embrace in the place of Colins.

When Colin returned home, creeping warily up the stairs and softly pushing open the door to your shared room, it was almost two in the morning. He had gone to the office, taken his spare keys and lounged at his desk for hours that seemed to stretch away into eternity. His anger at you and your unforgivingness had long since softened, dripping away into pools of regret and willingness to compromise; he couldn’t even recall who had started the argument and what is was about.  But looking at you now, your naked body stretched out atop the covers, your torso expanding with each laboured breath you took, any thought of the argument slipped from his mind’s grasp.  Tugging off his coat, he hung it on the back of the door, reluctant to take his eyes off your sleeping frame for too long, your arms grappled around your pillow, your body softly curving across the bed. On tiptoe, he approached you, sitting gently on the bed beside your waist. Your eyes were closed lightly, your lashes fluttering slightly in sleep and your mouth cracked open in a soft part. He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hand on the thigh of his jeans to ensure that his palm was somewhat warm before placing it tentatively on your waist. When you didn’t stir, your laboured breaths unfaltering, he began to move his hand down to your hip and up to your rib, trailing his fingertips along your sleep warmed skin tenderly. When you finally stirred, a small noise cracking out from the back of your nose and your legs shifting, you forced open one eye to see Colin surveying you carefully. You pulled open your other eye, blinking at him in an attempt to clear your sleep fogged vision; his lips tugged upwards in a small, surrendering smile. You let your eyes fall shut once more, sighing through your nose before shifting onto your back. Colin’s eyes dipped once, taking a thirsty scan of your exposed body before going back to your sleepy face, his smile widening when you held out your arms to him. He accepted, shuffling forwards before folding over you in an embrace, smiling into your bare chest as you folded your arms around his shoulders. You savoured the feeling of his hair brushing softly against your collarbone, sighing into his weight and allowing your eyes to drift shut once more. Colin’s head shifted, his cheek coming to rest on your chest; your skin was warm and soft beneath him. He allowed more of his weight to spread over you, your hips pressing into his as he flattened himself fully onto you. You cracked open one eye as he fell still once more, his breath coming out hot on your skin. You were glad he didn’t say anything, content to bask in his presence and indulge in his warm weight on top of you. The room fell into silence once more, sleep crawling back into your reach. You grasped for it, your arms slackening in their hold around Colin’s shoulders. The shift of his head against your skin pulled you away from the desired slumber once more, Colin turning to press a kiss to the space just above the valley of your breasts, his lips warm as they brushed against your skin. You stayed motionless, hoping that he would think you were asleep and let you be. But of course, he wouldn’t let that happen. He repeated the simple action of pressing a kiss to your skin, this time with more persistence. He lifted his head to regard you when you remained immobile, a small frown painting his forehead with creases. “Y/n?” You opened your eyes as he addressed you directly, glancing down at him. “Yes?” You muttered, your bad mood threatening to take over once more with his persistence. You just wanted to sleep. “Are we going to talk about it or...?” “Honestly, Colin. I would rather not.” You responded flatly, shutting him down. He pushed himself off you at you short reply, sitting back and running his fingers through his hair. “Well I want to talk about.” He pushed, his voice gaining a shade more strength. You surveyed him blankly before rolling onto your side, turning away from him and bringing your legs up to your chest, allowing your eyes to shut once more. “Y/n. Are you serious? I left the house for god knows how long; I’ve given you space. Talk to me.” “I don’t want to talk about it.” You uttered, voice muffled by the pillow you had buried your face in. “Well I do, goddamnit.” He spat, his prior agitation returning in hot waves as you continued to dismiss him. Led by his fresh anger, he reached out, taking ahold of your forearm and pulling harshly, forcing your body to twist in his direction.  Your eyes filled with furious surprise as he made you turn to him, recovering a second later and ripping your arm from his grasp. “Fuck this, Colin.” You spat, sitting up and scooting to the edge of the bed. Your feet brushed the floor as you made to push yourself to standing but Colin was too quick, a potent wave of utterly irritated disbelief filling him; wrapping his arms around your torso, Colin threw you back onto the bed, the sheets soft against your skin as you landed, Colin moving to kneel by your chest. Your glowered at him, pushing yourself onto your elbows. Colin’s face intercepted your path, appearing before you, an angry hue staining his cheeks. “Why are you being like this?” He demanded gruffly, your noses close to touch him. “I’ve told you that I don’t want to talk about it.” You ground back, standing your ground, refusing to balk from his mounting fury. “So what? We’re just going to pretend that it didn’t happen?” He challenged, his dark eyes boring into yours intensely. It wasn’t often that Colin presented this side of him to you, the side that had drawn so many confessions from suspects in his line of work. “Yes. Yes we are -” “No, we’re not.” He cut you off, his nose brushing yours slightly as he leaned in even closer, his upper lip curling into an enraged snarl. “You don’t get to just tell me to fuck off and then refuse to speak to me about it.”  You fell silent at his words, realisation of how unreasonable you were being washing over you. But you could’t back down now, your pride wouldn’t allow it. “I can do what I -” Colin’s lips crashed onto yours, your noses fully pressing against each other as he closed the small distance between your faces, stealing your next words as he cut you off once more. A small squeak of surprise emanated from the back of your throat as Colin, instead of pulling away to continue round two of the argument, titled his head to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along your lower lip once in warning before flooding eagerly into your mouth. The kiss was demanding and punishing, roving thoroughly around your mouth, your tongue struggling to keep up with his as he ran is across your own, making strokes across the roof of your mouth with the tip, drawing shudders from your naked body. He leaned in more, his hands finding your shoulders and running down your spine, meeting at the small of your back and lowering you fully to the bed. His hands trailed to your hips as he lifted a leg, shifting to straddle you. You were torn between shoving him off and gripping onto the front of his shirt to pull him closer. Settling on the latter, you reached for the soft fabric, your fingers grappling into the material and tugging, forcing his lips to form a tighter seal around your own. He groaned at your roughness, one of his hands moving slowly up from your hip, across the plane of your ribs and around the curve of your breast to your throat. He pressed his thumb into the hollow of your neck, sighing at the pulse he found fluttering there as you lifted up your hips slightly beneath him, silently screaming your mounting need at him. His thumb remained at the base of your throat as his tongue made another thorough sweep of your mouth, your hands releasing the front of his shirt, only to attach to the buttons holding it closed, fumbling with them in your feverish need to have his bare skin against yours.  Colin’s annoyance was only mounting with your drawn out kissing, your fingers stumbling in their hurry to free him of his shirt. He pulled away suddenly, your head lifting off the pillow of its accord, trying to follow his lips. Sitting back on your hips, Colin’s face was flushed with a rosy hue as he ripped apart the last of the buttons that you hadn’t been able to undo, both of your uneven breathing filling the room as you lay beneath him, reigning in your impatience and watching as he started on his pants. The clacking of his belt as it was pulled it undone drew a quiet groan of anticipation from the back of your throat, the subsequent sound of Colin’s zipper drowning out the weak noise. He fell back down onto you, one of his hands spearing into the pillow next to your head, the other reaching down to wrench his pants down his legs, taking his underwear with them. His hand fell onto your upper thigh, his eyes flicking to bore into yours as his made a tantalizing trail with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh to your aching core, allowing his nails to dig into your soft skin ever so slightly.  You let out an unsteady exhale as he drew a line straight through your awaiting cunt with a single finger, letting out a stunted groan of approval at the wetness he found there. You braced yourself for his engorged cock as you lay still beneath him, staring up at him as he made another exploratory sweep of his finger through your folds, your juices gleaming on his fingertip when he pulled his hand away. You opened your mouth, readying to scold him for suddenly taking so long when he sat back, providing you with the view of his swollen cock curving towards his stomach, its head purple and weeping creamy precum.  You arched your back slightly in a gesture of indignation, pushing your tits up in the hopes of luring him back down on top of him. Instead, much to your annoyance, he pushed himself to his knees. You could’ve drooled at the sight of his cock bouncing slightly with the movement, your hands coming to cup your own tits as your tongue made a sweep along your lower lip. Colin, who had taken a second to admire your body below his, the goosebumps smattered across your skin, your hair fanned out across the pillow beneath your head and your eyes, lustfully dark and still half-lidded with sleep, reached down, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you up, twisting your torso. He manipulated your body, forcing you face down on the bed. You immediately lifted your hips up, waving you ass in a beckoning gesture as Colin settled back over you, aligning himself with your entrance, his tip pushing in ever so slightly.  He paused here, causing you to hiss in impatient agitation, your arms lifting to gather the pillow beneath your head under your chin, arching your back in order to give him better access. Your face buried into the pillow with a deep, placated groan as he finally pushed himself all the way into you. Pulling out immediately, Colin sunk himself back into your cunt, taking his time to fill you thoroughly before setting about fucking you at a steady pace.   “Oh god.” You gasped when Colin began to thrust at an established pace, hard and deep, drawing out of you slowly, only to slam his fullness back into you. “Oh fuck.” The intensity with which he immediately started to fuck you made your fingers and toes tingle, your pussy being gloriously stretched open. Your moans were broken and breathless as Colin pounded furiously into you from behind, small sounds of pleasure squeezing their way through his tightly gritted teeth as he took you thoroughly. You groaned, your fingers gripping onto the pillow beneath you as he repeatedly slammed into you with such force that your body moved up the bed, the covers creasing around your body. His hands quickly looped under your thighs to pull them up, positioning you so that your ass was in the air but your chest and face remained pressed into the bed. Your the muscles in your back strained, aching slightly at the harsh angle that Colin positioned you into but the dim pain barely registered as he continued to pound into you from behind, pushing your body further and further into the mattress with each stroke. “Oh. Oh, Colin.” You groaned luxuriously, your name on his lips only fuelling him to go harder, faster, deeper. Just when you began to gasp, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasure that he was abundantly giving you, tears pricking at your eyes, Colin, with a shuddering breath, released your upper thighs and planted his hands onto the hot skin of your back, his fingertips digging into the planes of your back, his nails clawing into your skin. You squeaked his name as your pleasure began to mount, each one of his frenzied thrusts ripping a layer from the ball of ecstasy glowing in your stomach, the release hidden at the centre Colin’s goal as he pushed you further and further to climax. Your eyes rolled shut, tears of utter pleasure burning them as you bit down on the pillow, your pleasure building, building, building, Colin’s thrusts punctuated by his own rough groans of gratification as he, too, neared climax. Your body went rigid beneath Colin as your orgasm slammed into your body, sending waves of unforgiving pleasure rippling through your entire being. You almost screamed at the force of your climax, Colin muttering encouragements through gritted teeth with each forceful slam of his cock into your pussy. Your fingers fell away from the pillow you had been grasping, grappling with the sheets pooled around your writhing body instead as you gasped for air, Colin’s hand coming around to grab your chin, forcing your teeth to release their tight hold on the pillow and holding your face so that your neck was craned upwards towards the ceiling. You couldn’t seem to gain control of your eyes as they rolled back again and again, each of Colin’s thrust punctuating the aftershocks of your orgasm as you struggled to come down from your high. But he didn’t stop. And it was all you could do but keep gulping down breaths of air in time to his wild thrusting, his hands settling on your hips to pull you further onto his cock. Your fingers shook from where they clenched the bed sheets pooled around you, your legs trembling so violently that it was a miracle you didn’t collapse fully onto the bed. Your gasped moans turned into high-pitched whines, the sudden sloppiness of Colin’s thrusts as his hips snapped relentlessly into you signalling that he, too, was dangerously close to coming undone. He grunted your name and with one last punishing drive of his cock into you, he fell forwards onto your body, his teeth finding the side of your neck and clamping down as he spilled into you, rocking his hips in order to draw out his pleasure.  You were whimpering, his moans loud at your ear, muffled by the tender skin he held in his bite. He released his hold on your hot skin as the last of his seed shot into you, taking a shuddering inhale and moving his lips to press a kiss to your shoulder. You were still heaving down gasps of air when he pulled out, your head falling back onto the pillow beneath you as he released his hold on your chin, collapsing away from you and onto his side of the bed. Your back gave out, your ass bouncing slightly as it, too, fell onto the mattress. You turned onto your side, your mingled wetness coating your thighs as you moved, staring at Colin with hooded eyes. He offered you a tentative smile. You returned it, reaching out a hand and taking his, squeezing his fingers affectionately. “Fuck you.” You breathed at him, playful intent sparkling in your exhaust clouded eyes. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Colin offered in response, bringing your joined hands up to his mouth and brushing his lips across the back of your fist. “Sorry.” You added quietly, your blinks slow and heavy as you struggled to keep your eyes open, sleep beckoning you to fall into its embrace. “I’m sorry, too.” Colin agreed, reaching over to pull your body to his, peppering your face with kisses before untangling himself from your hold and standing, retrieving his shirt from the floor before pacing for the bathroom.

You were awoken the several hours later by the watery light of the morning filtering through the blinds of your bedroom, Colin’s body a warm presence behind you. His arms were twined around your abdomen with his face buried in the crook of your neck, his puffs of sleep infused breath settling onto your skin. You shifted slightly, bunching the covers up beneath your chin with a sigh of contentment and pushing your body further into Colin’s. He stirred at this, the steady rhythm of his breathing interrupted as your movement dragged him from his deep sleep. His arms tightened their looping hold around your abdomen and you turned, craning your neck to plant a kiss on the top of his head. Pulling his face from your neck, he offered you a sleepy smile, his eyes barely cracked open against the natural light infiltrating into the room. “Good morning.” You mumbled, your breath stale and voice weak from lack of use. “Morning.” He murmured back, his chin settling onto your shoulder as he gazed at you. You smiled sweetly at him, disrupting his hold on your waist to move onto your back, Colin drinking in the view of your side profile that you offered him. A dim ache glowed from between your thighs, an ache that you savoured, your eyes fluttering closed with a soft sigh as you recalled the ferocity with which he had fucked you. Your lower lip caught between your teeth at the memory, Colin’s curiosity peaked as he tracked the movement. “What are you thinking about?” He mused quietly. You turned your head to look at him, debating whether to lie or expose to him how much you enjoyed the rare appearance of his rough side the night before. “I’m thinking of you fucking me.” You shrugged, forcing a shade of feigned innocence into your tone. Colin drew in a breath, his eyes opening fully at your words. “I’ve been thinking about that too.” He admitted in agreement. You snapped your head to his, your neck stiff. “Really?” You asked. Colin nodded, the full weight of his chin settling into your shoulder as he relaxed fully into you. “Did I look pretty from behind?” You pressed quietly. Colin lifted his head to survey your full face. You settled your head further into the pillow, blinking easily up at him. “You looked very pretty from behind.” He confirmed, his morning voice rough and low, coming out almost like a purr. You reached up, running your fingertips softly down the side of his face. “I want to do it again.” You admitted, your eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. His low chuckle of response sent sparks of arousal skittering through you, drawing some wetness to gather between your thighs. “Where are your manners?” He tutted playfully, moving swiftly to straddle you once more, the covers lifting around his shoulders as his hands found your face, cupping your cheeks in his sleep-warmed palms. “Please.” You added, allowing your gaze to become doe-eyed as you stared up at him. His lips curved into a small smile, his head cocking slightly to the side as he lowered his face to yours, catching your lips in a fleeting kiss. You melted into the kiss as his hands moved from your face, trailing lightly down your sides before settling on your hips. Disconnecting his mouth from yours, his moved his lips down to your chin, pressing several kisses from there to the hollow of your throat. You tipped your head back, exposing the column of your throat to him, gyrating your hips slightly under his weight as his allowed his lips to venture further, his kisses becoming hot and open-mouthed as his cut through the space between your breasts and to your bellybutton.  You shuddered beneath the soft brush of his warm lips, his tongue making occasional contact with your hot skin as he made a meandering track downwards, pausing every now and then to latch his teeth onto you, sucking your skin into his mouth. Your breathing became ragged as he reached your mons, kissing and nipping at the space just above your ever wetting cunt with maddening leisure. You reached down, allowing your fingers to tangle in his short hair and tugged persistently at the roots; the desired effect was achieved: Colin groaned, his breath hot on your skin, and detached his mouth from your mons, glancing up at you before repositioning his head and licking a long stripe up your aching centre. “Yes.” You groaned in blissful encouragement, the second stroke of Colin’s tongue causing wetness to pool, coaxing an aching sort of pleasure to spread across your cunt, your folds swelling in response to his ministrations. His hand settled onto your lower abdomen, holding your hips still as he buried his face into you, unleashing himself with ravenous intent on your clit. You mewled with pleasure, the sudden barrage of his tongue on your clit sending strong jolts of satisfaction through the entirety of your body. “Oh god.” You moaned, breathless as Colin continued to lap at your cunt, sucking and nipping at your clit. His fingertips nudged at your entrance and you attempted to push your hips up into them in encouragement, Colin’s low groan at your desperate efforts causing you to gasp and fall limp under him as the sound rumbled through your pussy. He pushed two fingers in, curling them instantly and expertly brushing the rough pads of his fingertips against the spot hidden within you that had your toes curling. You moaned his name, your pent up sexual need following last nights rough fucking of reluctantly proposed apology growing with each flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers. Colin’s cock twitched in response, his name falling from your lips fuelling him to push another finger inside of you, thrusting them in and out of you at a steady pace whilst his tongue worked tirelessly on your clit, each stroke, circle and carefully calculated nudge of his tongue adding fuel to the glowing bundle of pleasure forming in your lower abdomen. You tugged on his roots in needy encouragement, his generous attentiveness of your pussy both not enough and too much.  “Yes, yes, yes. Colin.” A wave of heat rolled through you as your release neared, Colins fingers quickening their pace in your pussy as his tongue maintained its steady lapping at your wetness. “Colin,” his name was a drawn out moan falling from your lips, your head turning to the side, pressing your nose into the pillow beneath you. He hummed onto you, the pace of his fingers slowing as he held them deep inside of you, twitching and curling his fingertips. Your eyes rolled at the intense sensations that his change in technique sent sparking through you; the sudden tension that settled over your body only spurred Colin on, his fingers remaining buried deep within you as his tongue worked fervently, licking you closer and closer to your release.  Your head tipped back, pleasure pooling in your loins. “I’m gonna cum.” You announced on a breathless groan. At your words, Colin groaned his approval, his fingers once again quickening their pace, curling and twisting within you. He indulged in the string of continuous moans that fell from your lips, savouring the feeling of his tongue running across your clit as he finished you off, your body bowing entirely off the bed as your grip in his hair tightened, a wave of considerable pleasure slamming into you. His name was a drawn out moan on your lips as he licked you several more times, helping you through the orgasm that had your eyes rolling and your toes curling. Your thighs clenched deliciously around his head, Colin’s own moan of satisfaction vibrating through the electrified surface of your pussy. When your body collapsed back onto the mattress, the pupils of your eyes re-emerging with a gasp, Colin gripped onto your thighs, pulling his head from your heat and gazing upon your sated body, the scent of your arousal drifting up to meet him from between your thighs. You glanced down, the sight of his swollen lips coated with your cum causing a ball of fresh need to form in your lower abdomen. You blinked slowly down at him, a satiated smile spreading across your face. He grinned up at you, moving to cover your body with his once more, your hands falling onto the pillow at either side of your head as his lips met yours, the taste of your own musk coating his lips and tongue being passed onto your own. Pulling away, he placed a loving kiss on your nose, grinning down at you. “Do you forgive me now?”  Reaching up, your brushed the short strands of dark hair away from his forehead before answering. “I forgave you as soon as your cock entered me last night.” You mused softly, his eyes gleaming with arousal as they bore into your own. “Likewise.” He agreed, lowering his face to yours once more to lay a tentative kiss to your lips. Your hands found his shoulders, your lips curling up against once another as you pushed, Colin aiding you in flipping him onto his back and allowing you to straddle his torso. Permitting your fingertips to trail down the strong planes of his stomach, you leaned in, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, “I need to make sure that you fully forgive me.” Drawing away, Colin’s eyes were alight with aroused curiosity, pulling in a sharp breath when you moved further down his body, ensuring that his clothed erection scraped against your still throbbing heat as you positioned yourself on his thighs, pulling his cock free.  Colin gazed down at you, raising his arms to tuck them under his head, your hand closing around his shaft. You ran your thumb along his slit, gathering the bead of precum that had formed there before lowering your mouth to him.

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Mare of Easttown 1x05 Fix it Fic

tv show: Mare of Easttown

pairing: Colin Zabel x Mare Sheehan

spoilers: ep 5 - Illusions

summary: No one except the bad motherf*cker gets killed because we live in a happier world where killing Evan Peter's adorable character is illegal. We can hurt him a lil' bit though. Because we like to suffer-- or at least I do. I'm so sorry. But it's for the bOnDinG reasons, you know.

warnings: shooting, blood, swearing, Colin's cute smile

word count: 1,086

A/N: OH MY GOD, IT'S HAPPENING. I've written my first ever fanfic in English. So it's like, elementary school level of English for which I apologize in advance. BUT I strongly encourage you to let me know about any and every one of my mistakes so I can fix them right away! It'll get better in the next chapters, I promise (I hope). Yes, I do plan a few more chapters. I mean, this is really just a short one, because I wanted to write an ending that episode should have had. But I wanna see Mare visiting Colin in hospital. I wanna see their second date. I wanna see Colin having the future he deserves.

Okay, so that would be all from me for now. If you decide to comment, whether in a positive or a negative way, I will be very grateful. Thank you and enjoy the fic.

“Mare.”

She turns her head towards the quiet call and glances over the table. In a pile of unwashed mugs and other garbage, there is an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a half-empty pack.

Winstons.

This place is stinking from the very start and her suspicion is growing with every passing second.

“Zabel,” she whispers, reaching to her belt and reminding him there is nothing there, as she is officially still suspended. “No gun.”

It is a signal that it is he who has to be prepared if anything goes down with the odd guy. Her gaze follows the direction he’d gone, awaiting the music to stop. But her colleague quietly addresses her again.

“Mare.”

His hand outstretched, he is handing her his gun. Mare hesitates for a second, but there isn’t much time to discuss the topic, so she just takes it and hides it under her jacket quickly.

Besides, Mare knows it is a good move. She trusts Zabel and she knows he is capable, but he doesn’t have that much experience. God knows if he ever actually used the gun out in the field before. In some situations, it’s either you or the other man, and if you wanna survive you have to act quickly. And this situation? She has a bad fucking feeling about it.

Her intuition is proven right when only minutes later the bastard, Mr. Potts, shoots Zabel. He would have killed him on the spot if she didn’t shoot the man at the exact same time, diverting the bullet.

After a few endless minutes of shooting and fighting, Potts finally drops dead. Mare sinks down to her knees, panting. Those poor girls are screaming upstairs but she knows they can wait a little longer, now there is nothing to cause them any more harm. There is a person though who needs more acute help.

“Zabel!”

Her colleague is half lying on the floor, half leaning on a cupboard, squeezing his left shoulder and shaking. Mare hurries to him, taking her jacket off so she can cover him partially.

“Zabel, it’s over. Help's on the way, okay?”

She takes off her shirt as well and tries to tie it around his shoulder somehow so that the wound would stop bleeding. Zabel groans in pain but holds still.

“You’re hurt,” he says softly, panting.

Mare gives her bleeding wrist a quick look. The adrenaline running in her veins caused her to forget the injury. There is probably some small wound on her face as well, but it is nothing compared to the risk Zabel is exposed to at the moment.

“Yeah, well, you’re more hurt. Keep the pressure here,” she says, pressing his palm onto the coverage of the wound. The bleeding seems bad, but the bullet didn't hit any important organ. The police and ambulance will be here in no time. He should be fine. He has to be.

“I knew why-- why I was giving you-- the gun,” Zabel continues through the pain, his eyes looking and their hands pressed on his shoulder.

“Well, there’s gonna be a shitload of paperwork about this mess,” she smirks gloomily. Two officers - one of them off duty - injured, one dead weirdo, two missing girls being held in the attic. Mare brushes some hair away from her face, checking if there is blood on her fingers. This might be the first time she is kinda glad she is suspended.

“Mare, you-- you saved--”

Even though trying to say something, Zabel’s head starts falling to a side as his eyes are slowly about to close. Mare grabs him by the chin immediately.

“Hey, hey, eyes up! Stay with me, Zabel! The ambulance is here in a minute!” she orders, the tone of her voice urgent, while still holding his chin and trying to keep his gaze focused on her face.

A smile appears on the young man’s face.

“‘course I wanna stay with you… Mare.”

She has to stop herself from rolling her eyes in disbelief. “You’re being smooth now?”

That adorable, boy-like smile of his. Giving it to her even while basically fighting the loss of consciousness. What a dumbo. Her lips curl into a faint smile, too.

Glancing away, Mare realizes that girls who had been silent for a while are making hell of a noise again. And she knows why right away - there are police and ambulance sirens roaring nearby, approaching them finally.

Mare moves herself closer to the door so she can kick it more open. Swiftly she returns back to her colleague, whose head and hand are falling, obviously tired, again.

“They’re here, Zabel. You gotta hold on,” she urges him, one hand pressed on his wound, the other slapping his face slightly. She can hear several vehicles stopping outside of the house.

“Look at me, Zabel. Zabel! Colin!”

He mumbles something right just as the police officers and paramedics burst inside and the room around Mare starts to fill up.

Someone helps her to her feet, other people are taking care of Colin. She hears names and ranks, she tells them theirs, and then they are taking her outside, but she has one more important thing to say.

“There’re girls... they’re locked upstairs!” she shouts to the officers, turning backward partially. “Katie! Katie Bailey and…”

“That’s okay, ma’am, they’ll look into it,” a paramedic assures her, as he is guiding her to the ambulance. Mare sees Colin lying on the medical stretches, being taken to the vehicle alongside her.

“You okay?” she asks when he is next to her, even though he is lying with an oxygen mask over his face and eyes barely opened. She looks at the other paramedic. “Will he be fine?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Don’t you fucking dare dying, Zabel!” she says warningly. She thinks she hears him murmur an answer and it calms her down a bit. He just can’t die. He won’t.

She sits where the paramedic tells her to and she lets him treat injuries, not listening to what he is saying to her.

People around her should stop fucking dying.

“Maybe you should lie down?” the man suggests.

“I’m fine.”

He’ll be fine as well. He has to be. They’ll take care of his shoulder and he’ll get through it.

She spots an officer coming up to her. She knows her, it’s Sergeant Diane Gibbson from this district.

Fuck, she’ll even go on another date with him if he asks.

Sergeant nods in greeting.

“Mare.”