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lacucarachapisser · 1 month ago

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HELLOOO omg i love LOVE love your colin fics n writing style! do you think we can have some colin n detective reader fluff where they're both dating one another and it's just about how their cases for the day are not that serious but since it's easttown it's got to be something weird but funny. probably will seem like a crack fic but it's sooooo colin.

you can decline this request but i hope you know i'll be excited for whatever update you'll have <3

situationship colin zabel x reader

contents : fluff, kinda slowburn, a very tiny hurt comfort i swear, friends to lovers, alcohol, drinking, kissing, mention of slight sex, mention of murder case, night road, i think that was it. 1,5k wc.

a/n : hello anon! thankyou so much for sending me a request. i love love the idea of colleges to lovers the thing about maintaining professionalism and feelings was so interesting. i change it a little because i am slut for plot so i put a sprinkle of hurt-comfort inside. believe me its just a little hehe. i know that my writing is far way beyond your expectation, first of i dont know how to write crack i am so sorry i am literally so unfunny 😭 and i realize that this is colin everything should be awkward so its not that hard cause i am awkward myself. this is not the best but i promise to myself for posting one fics per month so here we are! its getting too long i am so sorry especially for my too basic english and broken grammar. hope you still there to enjoy this! <3

you take a sip of your drink. it enough to calm a flickering amplifier on your brain. alcohol was never an option but in life, we stumbled over such stressful day and those liquid always worked magically. you slump down on your seat, expressionless. colin starts to wonder what episode of mental problems you have now. he moves the wheel quietly and take a quick look to see your flustered face. well, a few times of peeking actually. it’s quite noticeable.

“you alright?” he’d be already guessed that you’re not fine. but hey, asking will always help us to worry less.

“why wouldn’t i be?” you give him forced smile and throw your head back to the headrest and show him the bottle you have held. “you want some?” you tease him, although you would never give him that for sure.

there is a brief moment of silence before he open his mouth to answer. he gives you a quick glance before focusing his attention back to the road. “it’s very unwise of you when i’m practically the one behind the wheel,”

he sounds so frantically serious, albeit you can see how concerned his face was. he had seen you drunk, sober, angry, happy, hungry, good and bad. you’re his partner. you’ve been handling low-high class cases with him almost your life-career and seems like your life has been always revolves around him.

“suit yourself,” you take another sip, eyes out through the foggy windows. the night is pretty young and cold, sort of a perfect time to just snuggling under the blanket and rest your body and mind. but that won’t happen for now.

“i think we should get some place to stay,” you know there is something about him that is pleasurably calming, perhaps because of his caffeinated voice.

“can we get king this time?” you murmur, hesitating to look at his face.

“drunk already?”

“nope.”

this is just another trip with him. wait, why would you even called it a trip at the first place when you literally on a way of casing proof for the sake of the work? but yeah. it happen sometimes. unfortunately you stuck with him. usually you both end up with two queens, straight up sleeping like the dead.

talking about the dead, a murder case that has been assigned to you both been occupying more than a week of your time. this is why you have this trip with colin. trying to solve it by collecting all the crumbs of evidence, discussing all the what if, sharing resources, and driving 6 hours straight just to get a glimpse of the might be culprit. how romantic.

he forced out a slight laugh before giving a deep-throated cough. question, is this some kind of a green light to let each other finally open? you both won’t admit it, every time one of you brought those serious topic, either of you always come up with a cheap joke as coping mechanism.

king size? with him? are you out of your goddamn mind? you playfully tap the bottle with your nails, an attempt at buying time while figuring out what else to say.

“do you think it’s suicide?”

“now we’re working.” he commented, nodding his head without turning his eyes on you.

“my bad. was it supposed to be a date?”

he scoffed and smile. there is a significantly awkward pause. “you tell me, you’re the one who came up with the king.”

“well i didn’t ask you to sleep with me,”

you assume that, he’d be offended. does he? he’s very good at hiding it tho. you take another sip before you laugh. he doesn’t say anything for awhile so you turn towards him and study his face. you wonder if he often thought about you the way you often thought about him.

“would you?”

he chuckles and tilt his head. “what?”

“i won’t ask twice.”

he doesn’t look over you, eyes still on the road. oh man, how easy to get this guy flustered. “would i what? sleeping on the floor and give you the whole space?”

with your partially working brain, you thought that he is asking a rhetorically question, so you say nothing and keep the bottle close to your mouth. because as painful as it is to admit, who are you to complain such refusal, you can not force anything to happen. there’s something between you two —well, that’s what you thought. and so what? you and him have work to do.

“give me that,” colin grabs the bottle from your hand and chug it all up.

“hey i could arrest you, you know?”

“oh yeah?”

you smile at him, so wide you look so stupidly happy that he’d be an asshole if he doesn’t returns it. this was one of rare moment that will never happen again. colin is breaking the rules.

it was a quiet road. not like most of your drive with him had been. case so depressing you both start talking it with telepathy. once awhile you’d ask him to switch seat just to let him get rest a little (definitely not now) but he refused a lot.

“seriously, do you think its suicide?” you try to get back to the convo again.

“i don’t think it’s suicide,”

“because of the little bloodstains?” there is an unintentional disdain in your voice.

“you know what? here’s what. no fingerprints, no sign of anything besides the victim, it’s just planned so well we dug up the deepest possibilities,”

“by checking the little bloodstains,”

“absolutely,”

“out of mosquito,”

“out of mosquito.”

you know that things haven’t been going his way, and he’s been having a bad week —as well as you. hoping the mosquito to save your asses? not gonna lie the only pray you’d chant for now is; jesus, please let the mosquito mean something.

“it’s the only blood we found from the crime scene,” he said.

you’re not sure if he’s a genius or just crazy. part of you wanted to believe that this is the only way out, thereby creating a resoluteness to the possibility of what could have been.

“and what if it’s matched the victim?”

“then i guess we should drink more,”

“who are you and what have you done to my colin zabel?”

he laughs. the laugh you always wanted to hear, the laugh that eased an ache anyone could never soothe, the laugh that feels so comfortable and it makes you simply just happy in no matter conditions. and once again you told yourself it’s nothing? seriously.

he makes a turn to nearest motel. it’s just impossible to continue driving to easttown at this hour. he parked the car and shut the engine, you can feel that he has been arranging some words on his head before finally speak. his both hands still linger on the wheel, and he let his head rest on it while facing you.

“your colin zabel?”

you ready to sip your drink again without hesitation this time, but he took the bottle so that you stop and give your attention fully to him.

“mind to explain?” he slowly put the bottle away and lock his eyes on you.

you don’t want to show him how vulnerable you are right now but you bet that he already caught it. it’s better to pretend tough than busted in some silly way.

“look. i’ll be honest with you and you’ll be honest with me. promise?”

he looks extremely solemn and let out a soft cough and make it even more awkward. “a-are we… um..” he gulped his own saliva before continue. “are we going to discuss our feelings right now?”

“oh god this is gonna be so hard.” you mumble and close your eyes to avoid his semi ridiculous face. you don’t really know whether you want to punch his face with your fist or your lips. what?

“h-hey, i like you.”

WHAT?

“i like you and i do wanna sleep with you.”

your mind goes blank and the next thing you knew, you pressed your lips against his, unable to open your own eyes for a split second afterwards. it was a sweet kiss, you could feel how soft his lips touching yours, delicately playing and carefully undemanding.

his breathing starts to change and you remind yourself that you should take a breath too. you tilt your head a little but it freezes you when he starts holding your neck. it’s crazy how a single touch could affecting everything, not just the butterflies in your stomach but it rewinds all the non sexual forms of intimacy you’ve shared with him. you wonder how you stupidly unaware and decipher all of this thing to nothing.

“do you want me to stop?” he whispers and you get to ultimately open your eyes to witness how hardly he stayed in control by licking his own lips.

“quite the opposite,” a breathless smile appears on your lips before you lean back to his face.

he chuckles before continue to plant a super long kisses on your lips. “we’re totally getting king,”

and yes it took you that long to admit it, to realize, to accept, to tell yourself that it is not nothing. it’s never nothing.

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yes-divine-ruler · 2 years ago

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Babysitting for the Detective - Colin Zabel

x fem!reader

CW: age gap, fingering, sex

wc: 4.6k

Colin was stumped on what to do. He'd been called in to work for a potentially big lead on the case they were working on, but he had no one to help look after his son. His mother had gone away and his usual babysitter had left town for summer break. His choices were close to none, until he called the only person he thought he could to get some advice.

"Hey Zabel," Mare didn't seem phased by the late night call, Colin knew she was already in the office.

"Hey.. Mare.. I need some help. It's about Mikey," Colin rubbed the side of his face as he sat across from Mikey in his rocker, who was asleep and tightly swaddled.

"Oh shit, is he okay?" Colin could hear Mare getting up in a hurry and leaving her office.

"Yes! Yes he's okay," Colin quickly convinced Mare so she wouldn't rush to his house, "I just don't have anyone to look after him tonight, I know we've made a potential lead and you all need me at the station."

"Oh right," Mare paused for a moment to get her breath back, "There's a girl I know.." Mare pauses again, a lump forming in her throat, "used to be good friends with.."

"Mare? Are you okay?" Colin clutched the phone to his ear, noticing her change in tone.

"Yeah sorry. Anyway, there's a girl I know who can look after Mikey for you, she's just a college kid, but real good with Drew when she comes around, I can call her?"

Colin sighed a breath of relief knowing he could trust Mare, and that he didn't have to let his team down.

"That would be great, give her my address if she's free, I'll meet her and then I'll come down," despite his relief, Colin still had to make sure this girl was someone he could see looking after his baby.

"Sure, call you back," the line went dead, and Colin put down his phone.

Mikey still slept peacefully in his rocker as Colin took a second to glance at him. It wasn't easy being a single working father, who had the constant pressure of wanting to be perfect for his son. He wanted to be home with him all the time, watch his son grow up, but he couldn't without making a living. A living he needed to give his son the best life he could.

Colin got up off the couch and walked towards sleeping Mikey. He reached down and picked up the rocker as carefully as he could, and relocated him to the doorway of his bathroom.

Colin took the opportunity to shower and get ready for work, keeping an eye on Mikey as he stood under the running water.

Mare had left a message for him in the meantime, saying the girl was free, her name was Y/N and she'd be around in 10 minutes. Colin didn't get the message until he stepped out of the shower, and then the doorbell rung.

"Shit," Colin cursed, wrapping a towel around his dripping body, trying to figure out what to do next.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Colin had no choice but to rush to the door, already feeling bad he needed your help last minute and was making you wait.

Trying not to slip on the floorboards, Colin rushed to the door, opening it only a few inches to peek his head out.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, Mare told me you needed a babysitter?"

Colin was too busy staring at you, he almost forgot to reply. Hell, he never thought he'd set his eyes on someone so beautiful in his life. Feeling his heart pick up pace, he clears his throat to distract himself and opens the door wider.

You were just as much in shock to see the town's detective in nothing but a towel. His wet hair covered his forehead and little droplets of water covered the expanse of his chest. He was so much younger than you'd imagined, and also a lot more attractive.

"Sorry! Yes, come in," Colin invites you inside and shuts the door behind you.

"Also I have to apologise for coming to the door in just a towel, time has been tight tonight," Colin shoots you a sheepish smile as you awkwardly stand in his front passageway.

"Mikey's just in my bedroom, I'll get dressed and bring him out," you nod with a small smile, and watch Colin's back as he rushes back towards his bedroom.

Making yourself comfortable, you sit on his sofa with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your eyes wonder Colin's living room. You notice that, based on the lack of furniture and decor, he was living here alone with Mikey. Toys were sprawled across a small, blue play mat and soda cans littered the coffee table. Looking further into the kitchen, you noticed a pile of dishes by the sink and an abundance of empty feeding bottles. You could just sense from his home that Colin was overwhelmed, and it made you glad you could help him.

"Here he is! He's awake!" Colin appears from his bedroom holding his son close to his chest, now clothed in a simple blue button up and black dress pants. You kinda missed the towel.

You took a moment to allow Colin to come over to you, and shortly he sat down beside you. You lean in closer to get a glance at Mikey's little face.

"He's the cutest baby I've ever seen!" You shriek in excitement, reaching out and slotting your finger in his palm.

Mikey babbles and let's out a small giggle as you make a face at him. Colin's heart only picks up pace seeing how good you are already with his son. He knows Mikey is in safe hands.

Mikey leans back and sits on Colin's lap. Colin keeps his hands around him as he bobs him on his knee.

"Yeah he's pretty perfect," Colin chuckles, leaving a small kiss on Mikey's head, "he's a pretty easy baby, luckily for me."

Mikey's wide eyes stare into yours, and your heart almost bursts. Surprisingly to Colin, he leans over and opens his arms out for you to hold him.

"Is it okay if..?" You ask, biting down on your bottom lip as Mikey begins to fuss.

"Oh! Yeah of course! He's never usually this friendly with anyone else," Colin lets out a small laugh as he passes Mikey to you.

Mikey takes to you immediately, resting his small chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your neck. You have to stop yourself from squealing from how cute this little boy is.

"Okay so, I'll be out for the night, I'll be back at about ten-thirty," Colin stands as he begins to explain Mikey's routine, "He had his bath at five, and I fed him his bottle, so really all I need is for him to be put to bed in his crib."

You nod along as Colin shows you where the bottles are kept in case he wakes up hungry and explains anything else you need to know, including where Mikey's bedroom is down the hall.

"There's some snacks in the fridge, help yourself to anything you want, or order in, here's a twenty for now," Colin takes a twenty-dollar bill out of his wallet and sets it on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," you say finally, as Colin collects his work files and keep cup.

"No, thank you! I know this is short notice and I appreciate you coming out to help," Colin reaches out and brushes his hand across your upper arm in gratitude. His touch has your face heat up, and you hope he doesn't notice.

"I'll see you in a few hours, thank you again!" Colin leans over and plants a kiss on Mikey's head and before you know it, he's escaping out the front door.

"Okay little guy," you rock Mikey in your arms, "let's play and then I'll tuck you in."

Colin got home just after ten-thirty. The thought of his babysitter was distracting him more than he'd like it to. He spent most of the night with the same image of you standing at his front door playing over and over in his head. He didn't know what is was about you that was so captivating, apart from your undeniable beauty. Part of him wondered if it was just your willingness to help that had him all worked up. Or the fact that Mikey had taken a liking to you straight away, like some weird sign from the universe.

When Colin finally made his way inside, he set everything down in the kitchen. His eyebrows knit together as he scoured the living room, expecting to see you on his couch. In the process, he noticed his house was a lot tidier than it was when he left. You'd taken the time to clean up for him. The pile of dishes were gone, and the soda cans were all in the trash. Colin ran his finger tip along the top of the microwave. Spotless. Not an ounce of dust on any surface. As if you could get any better.

Colin lays down his coat, and heads to Mikey's room first. He opens the door and sees little Mikey on his tummy in his sleep suit, soundly asleep in his crib. Colin breathes a sigh of relief seeing his son tucked up in bed, and closes the door softly behind him.

On his mission to find you, he stops short at his bedroom door. Illuminated by the light in the hallway, he finally sees you, sprawled across his bed and snoring softly. Colin chuckles to himself, and his pushes the door open wider, letting more light in. He'd hate to wake you up, but knew you had to get home, and he had to go to bed.

The light from the hallway filtering into the bedroom was enough to stir you from your sleep. You groan and rub the sleep from your eyes. Something hard pressed against your chest, and feeling for it, you realise you'd fallen asleep cuddling the baby monitor.

"Hey, you awake?" You hear Colin's voice from the doorway and you sit up immediately. Shit. You weren't supposed to fall asleep, especially not in his bed.

"Oh! Colin, I'm so sorry I didn't-" Colin laughs and steps into the room.

"Can I turn the light on?" He asks with grin, and after you nod your head, he switches it on.

You eyes squint as they adjust to the harsh overhead lighting. Colin leans against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly amused you’d found your way into his bed and fell asleep.

You get up quickly, readjusting your shirt as you stand by the bed. Colin says nothing, watching you reorganise yourself to leave.

“I’m really sorry, your bed just looked so comfy,” you say with a small laugh, praying that he wouldn’t mind.

Colin just laughs and nods his head.

“No no, it’s totally fine, I don’t mind at all,” he bites down on his bottom lip, his gaze filtering over your outfit. The tiniest shorts he’d ever seen. And he didn’t mind it.

“Okay, I guess I should get going?” You ask as if it’s a question, looking up into his dark eyes. They glaze over with something you don’t quite recognise. Colin was trying his hardest to keep himself together. He hadn’t had another person in his bed since he split with his fiancé. It was definitely a sight for sore eyes, and brought on so many emotions. Not like he wasn’t already totally captivated with you to begin with.

“I’ll go get your money,” Colin finally speaks, backing out of the room and back towards his belongings in the kitchen.

“Oh shit!” You curse under your breath, rummaging through your bag for your house keys. It looks like you left them at home, and you know for a fact there was no other way you could get inside. Not until the morning anyway, when you could ring your landlord.

“Everything okay?” Colin appears beside you, holding a fifty-dollar bill.

“Um yeah- sorry. I just- I forgot my stupid house keys,” you ramble, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue to search through every compartment of your bag, hoping they would appear. How embarrassing.

“You didn’t leave them anywhere else, did you?” Colin asks sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

“Ugh- I don’t know! I don’t remember ever taking them out of my bag,” you shake your head in frustration, and drop the bag back onto the sofa.

“Hey don’t worry about it, do you live with anyone? Anyone we can call?” He was quick to try and work up a solution, like a good detective, but they wouldn’t fix the problem. Not at this time of night.

“I live alone, and my landlord won’t be available until the morning,” you explain wearily, slowly accepting the fact that you might need to camp out in your car for the night.

“Look, you can always stay here if you’d like?” Colin offers, nervously rubbing up and down his upper arm, “it’s late, and it’s not super safe to drive out there right now.”

“No no! I would hate to intrude! Honestly my car is fine,” you laugh nervously, picking up your bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Just stay here, take the bed even. Honestly, it’ll be my pleasure.”

You stare up at Colin as a smile spreads across his face.

“I know you think it’s comfy,” he teases with a sing-song tone.

You let out a small laugh as you consider it. It’s not like it’s a wild idea, you were already there. And he was right, it’s not the best time to be driving home anyway. Or to sleep in your car.

“Are you sure? I’ll definitely be on the couch,” you ask with hesitation.

“I’m positive. Look, I’ll go get changed, and then we can sit out here for a bit so you don’t feel so uneasy staying at a weird man’s house,” Colin jokes, pointing a thumb towards his bedroom.

“Okay, I don’t think you’re weird,” you say with a laugh.

“Okay good, I’ll be back,” Colin leaves towards his bedroom and closes the door.

You sit back down on the sofa, wondering what the fuck just happened, and why you couldn’t just remember to bring your house keys. In the meantime, Colin’s heart raced as he changed out of his work clothes. He didn’t know why he was so quick to offer for you to stay over. Was it to spend more time with you? He tried to persuade himself to tone it down. He was convinced you could see the way he looked at you. He didn’t want to come off as some creep.

Unbeknownst to him, you didn’t think Colin was a creep. You didn’t know much about him, but you felt safe with him regardless. Maybe it was because he was a cop. Or a single dad. He wasn’t a threat, he was more like a big, cuddly bear.

A sexy, big, cuddly bear wrapped waist down in nothing but a towel and with the most handsome face you’d ever seen.

Colin appears in the living room again in a pair of sweats and plain white t-shirt. You caught a whiff of his cologne as he passed by you, and the smell pleasantly filled your nose. He even smelt delicious.

“So,” Colin sits down beside you, “how did everything with Mikey go? Was he good?”

“He was an angel,” you gush, holding your face in your hands, “he went straight to bed with no trouble at all. He hasn’t stirred since.”

“Yeah he’s a great baby, I’m so fortunate I get a full 8 hours most nights,” Colin laughs softly.

“How was work?” You ask tentatively, unsure how much he could actually share, especially with the classified job he did.

“Yeah it was alright, we got a lot of work done on the case. Again, I’m so grateful you could make it over tonight,” Colin praises, offering you a big smile.

“It’s my pleasure, I barely had to do anything!”

“You cleaned the whole house! That definitely wasn’t nothing!”

You blush as you look down at your hands. He was really nice, it made you feel all tingly.

“It was no trouble at all, I’m happy I got to help out.”

The conversation only grew from there. You spoke about college, how Colin ended up in Easttown, and shared stories about your lives. Colin ended up opening up about his ex fiancé after grabbing a couple of beers. You sympathised with him, resting a hand on his knee to show your support.

“It was over long before it ended. I just haven’t had the time to get back out there. Plus, most women aren’t jumping at the chance to date a single dad,” Colin jokes, but his mind is distracted by the hand you’d placed on his knee. The heat from your palm radiated onto his skin. It sent weird shocks of electricity up his spine.

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’re a great guy. Any girl would be lucky to have you and Mikey in their lives,” you look up into Colin’s eyes, your hand still on his knee.

The room falls silent as you stare intensely into each-other’s eyes. There was an obvious sexual tension between the two of you, that neither of you were smart enough to acknowledge. Or maybe Colin was just choosing to ignore it.

Colin eventually clears his throat, ending the moment to look down at his watch.

“I guess I should get to bed, I didn’t even realise it was past twelve.”

“Oh shit, really?” You laugh, “I’m so sorry, get to bed.”

“Oh I’m sleeping here miss, you get the bed,” Colin gets up and leaves to his bedroom. He comes out with a pillow and a blanket.

Shocked he’d even offer his bed up, you shake your head, not willing to accept that.

“No way, you have a big boy job, that requires big boy sleep. I’m on the couch,” you say firmly, taking the pillow and blanket from his hands.

Colin scoffs, and with a mischievous smirk, snatched the pillow and blanket back.

“No I will not have a lady sleep on my couch, get in the bed before I lose it,” he jokes, sitting back down on the couch.

Standing before him, you huff and lunge to grab at the pillow again. But being unsteady on your feet, you fall forwards, right into his lap. Horrified at yourself, you try and get up, to only rub your chest up against his face by accident.

Colin’s eyes widen as he processes the very accidental, but very fortunate, series of events that just unfolded.

Your face burns red as you steady yourself again on your feet. You just shoved your tits in this poor man’s face!

“I am so sorry, I did not mean to do that,” you giggle nervously, “I’ll just go to bed.”

“Hey,” Colin reaches out and grabs onto your arm to stop you. For the millionth time that night alone, you catch yourself in a trance as you stare into his eyes.

“I didn’t mind it, not one bit,” Colin takes a stab in the dark and doesn’t let go of your arm in the process.

When you don’t reply, he lets out a small sigh.

“You’re really beautiful, anyone ever tell you that?”

Your lips curve into a small smile as the embarrassment dies down. How was he so good at making you feel all hot and flustered? He was so sickly sweet. In the best way possible.

“Not really,” you mumble, as Colin’s hand travels down your arm until eventually, he grabs onto your hand.

“Well, you are, I mean it,” he breathes out, his lips parting only slightly.

Your gaze flickers between his lips and his eyes. They almost look like they’re begging. Begging to be taken by yours in the nastiest, most sensual of kisses.

What washed over you? You don’t know. But you lean down and connect your lips to the detective’s. The detective you just babysat for. The sexiest damn detective you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Your haste decision pays off as Colin kisses you back. His hands hungrily reach out for your hips, and he pulls you down into his lap. Your knees straddle either side of his thighs.

Colin is hard almost instantly. It had been so long since he’d kissed someone, let alone had someone sit in his lap. He didn’t care about anything else right now but you on top of him. He was totally enraptured by you.

It showed as his tongue darted out of his mouth to part your lips. You eagerly let him in, settling your hands on his broad shoulders and squeezing softly. Your hips involuntarily grind down into the bulge in his sweats as he tilts his head to the side to get a better angle at your mouth. Colin moans softly into the kiss, his grip on your hips only tightening.

Your mind goes blank as your fingers bundle up his shirt. All you wanted was to get it off. Just to see that sculpted chest again. No matter how inappropriate this might be right now.

The kiss breaks momentarily as Colin tugs his shirt above his head. His lips are back on yours in an instant, and your fingertips explore the expanse of his bare skin.

“Fuck,” Colin mutters out of the kiss, as you grind your hips down into him a second time.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his lips red and swollen as he asks your permission.

“Yes, please,” you say quickly, connecting your lips back to Colin’s like they were a drug.

Colin slides you off his lap, laying you down on your back on the sofa. His big, warm hands ride up your shirt until you bring it over your head. His kisses litter your jawline, and then down your neck. He’s slots between your open legs, his bulge positioned deliciously against your heat. You pulse in need for him. This was not how you were expecting things to go, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Colin unclasps your bra and tosses it onto the floor. He immediately takes one of your taunt nipples in his mouth, suckling on his gently. Your back arches up off the sofa as the first little moan leaves your lips. Colin’s cock twitches just hearing the sound. He needed more.

Your shorts are next to go, leaving you in only your panties. Your fingers tangle in Colin’s hair as he runs as a fingers up your clothed slit. A small wet patch taints the fabric.

“Colin,” his name rolls of your tongue with urgency.

Colin let’s out a breathy laugh, circling your clothed clit under the pad of his thumb. He applies just enough pressure to have the heat build between your legs and knots form in your stomach.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your panties next, pulling them off your legs. The sight of you left bare in front of him almost has him salivating.

“How is every part of you so damn fucking perfect?” He growls, applying pressure back on your clit.

Breathy moans escape your parted lips as your eyes fall shut. Colin takes the chance to spit directly on your little bundle of nerves before he’s circling against it again.

“That feels so good,” you pant, your nails scraping his scalp.

“You’re so wet baby, fuck,” Colin’s fingers dip down to your sopping entrance. It glistens with your sweet, sticky arousal.

“Yes! Yes oh my god,” you whine as Colin uses his middle finger to part your folds and sink inside you. His finger thrusts in knuckle deep, filling you up between your plushy walls. He thrusts it slowly, rubbing up time and time again against your sweet spot. Every nudge against it has your whimpering and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. When he adds a second finger, he curls them up into the spot he felt swells to his touch.

“Oh fuck! Right there!” Your eyes open as Colin begins to pick up the pace of his fingers, teasing your sweet spot blissfully.

His thumb rests against your throbbing clit again, rubbing small circles in sync with his thrusting fingers. Pleasure overwhelms all your senses. Your thighs begin to shake around his hand as a strong wave of intense bliss washes over you. Colin groans as you come undone, watching your perky breasts bounce as you fuck yourself against his fingers, riding out your orgasm.

Heaving to get your breath back, you lay still while Colin crawls on top of you, admiring the way your eyes glaze over in post-orgasm elation. He tugs down his sweats and boxers, letting his erection spring out from its confines.

You take it immediately in your hand, not surprised by his girth. You knew he’d stretch you to your limits, and you were more than ready.

You stroke him in your palm, lathering his length in his viscous pre cum.

“I need to feel you,” Colin begs, capturing your lips in another sloppy kiss.

“Then fuck me, detective,” a sick smile spread across your face as you guide his cock towards your soaked entrance, pushing his tip between your folds.

Colin’s eye widen in pleasant surprise. Never had he ever have someone call him detective in bed. And god, did he love it.

“Oh I will sweetheart,” Colin pushes his cock between your pulsing walls, and you invite him in with ease. Your tight cunt swallows every inch he has to offer you.

“Fuck!” He hisses, bottoming out inside you, “my god, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

Your fingers claw at his bare shoulders as he begins to thrust his hips. Colin brings your knees to your chest. He fills you to the brim over and over, angling his hips in a way that pushes him inside you deeper than ever before.

Colin wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding you close as he snaps his hips against yours. A scream nearly leaves your throat as his tip brushes against your sweet spot.

“Shhhh,” Colin breathes into your ear, “Mikey’s sleeping.”

Your lips press together in a tight line to stop yourself from waking him up this late at night. You try your hardest to contain yourself as Colin continues to bury himself impossibly deeper inside you.

“Fuck fuck fuck- I’m gonna cum,” Colin pants into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. He was so fucking hot.

Your fingernails run up his back.

“Cum for me, detective,” you whisper seductively into his ear.

Colin is quick to pull out, stroking himself to completion all over your dripping cunt. The image of his hand wrapped tightly around his cock and the sound of his moans as he finishes will forever be imprinted in your brain.

You hold your legs to your chest as his cum begins to seep from your cunt, basking in the moment for a little while longer.

Colin uses his shirt to scoop up his cum and throws it onto the floor. He runs a hand through his tousled hair as you lay sprawled on his sofa.

“Fuck that was…” he trails off, resting a hand on your knee as you rest your feet in his lap.

“Incredible,” you finish for him, giggling as he laughs in disbelief.

“You’re right, incredible is definitely the word.”

“So much for just babysitting huh?” You cheek, sitting up and sitting close to him.

“Looking after Mikey and daddy, aren’t you a good girl,” he teases, leaning over to press another kiss to your cheek.

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layla4567 · 2 years ago

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Vaccines are good

Dad!Colin Zabel x Mom!fem!reader

Summary: You and your husband Colin make up a happy family, Colin turned out to be a great father and you both love your little son. But can the detective get out of trouble when they take his son to be vaccinated?

Warnings: fluffy things and mention of needles and childhood illnesses of course

Word count: 2.8k ***************

Colin was preparing lunch while Alex was sitting at the table drawing with his crayons. The handsome detective smashed two eggs into the pan, adding salt, pepper and coriander and then began to beat them with the fork. He would take care of preparing something else for Alex, over time he had learned that the little one didn't like omelettes. He arranged the food on the plates and served them on the table waiting for you to get home from work.

"Hey champion, what are you drawing?" Colin asked, bringing his face closer to the sheet of paper.

The boy happily held the paper up with pride. "It's you with your police car!"

Colin smiled when he saw himself in that drawing. The colors spilled out of the lines but the detective could clearly be seen standing next to his car, which had the dome lights on, shining red and blue. Alex was very proud of his father and always said that when he grows up he wants to be like him, he even often wore his father's clothes and played cops and robbers with his schoolmate. Colin always laughs but obviously he worries that his son will be involved in a dangerous and stressful job like that.

"It's amazing kid! you even drew the details of my uniform, you are talented!"

Alex's cheeks turned tulip-pink with pure joy as he smiled widely. The boy was a carbon copy of his father, same eyes, same hair and every time he smiled you saw Colin. Suddenly there was a sound of keys opening the door and a sweet voice announced their arrival.

"It's mom!!" Alex got out of his chair running towards the door while you opened it laughing at his enthusiasm. Colin also came to meet you.

"Hey! How was my teddy bear today?"

You scooped Alex into your arms as you planted a loud, slobbery kiss on his cheek. The little boy laughed and then with a grimace of disgust he wiped his cheek without stopping laughing, his face was so funny that it infected you with laughter. You weren't afraid to show how much you loved your son even if you were a little clingy at times.

"Hi sweetie, welcome home." Colin hugged you around the waist and kissed you tenderly on the lips.

"Ew..". The boy said, making a disgusted face and looking away.

Colin laughed tenderly. "Why don't you show mommy what you did today, huh?"

The boy nodded with great enthusiasm and jumping happily.

"Let's see Alex, show me"

Your son grabbed your hand and quickly led you to the table where his little drawing rested. With both hands he raised it to the level of his face.

"Ta-daa!! Guess who it is!!"

You gasped in surprise as you grabbed the drawing from the boy's small hands. You looked at it carefully while smiling sweetly. The proportions of the things he had drawn were not perfect but they seemed adorable to you.

"Oh my god Alex, it's beautiful! And It's daddy! and with his police car of course"

"Yeah!! you guessed it!". Alex smiled at you with that gap between his frontal paddles that seemed so tender and pretty to you.

"Let's hang your drawing on the refrigerator door, what do you think, honey?"

Your son shouted yes and you gave Colin a smiling look.

"I think it's a great idea babe"

While you placed the drawing under two magnets Colin asked his son what he wanted for lunch.

"Ok little champ, what do you want for lunch? You don't want an omelet, right?"

Alex shook his head vigorously while sticking out his tongue in a grimace of disgust.

Colin smiled in amusement. "Alright, alright. How about pasta?"

"Yay I love pasta!!"

The detective laughed amused, it was no secret that your son loved Italian food. you turned around looking at them happily.

"Ok, then pasta will be"

Your husband had gotten up from his seat to put the noodles in a pot when Alex sneezed loudly. Colin stopped halfway looking at you while you approached Alex with concern.

"What was that, hun?" You gently took his chin in your hand, inspecting him.

"I don't know, mommy". Alex sniffed the snot with his nose as he wiped it on a sleeve.

"I already told you not to wipe your snot on your sleeve, you'll make it dirty."

"Sorry mom.."

You looked for a disposable tissue in your purse that Colin handed you and leaned close to your son's face.

"Come here"

You carefully wiped his nose while inspecting his nasal passages for any possible infection or irritation but found nothing alarming.

"Well It seems like you don't have any infection, maybe it's a simple allergy. "My love, was he like this all day?" You turned to look at your husband who returned a worrying look.

"Actually no, he was perfect. Just now he started sneezing"

You put your arms on your hips as you looked at your son thoughtfully who looked back at you a little scared.

"But he had already had a cold last week, right?"

Colin nodded. You still remembered what it had been like last week. Alex had had a fever and cough and had stayed in bed resting as the doctor had said. The poor thing couldn't leave the house to play with his friends and spent time eating soups that he considered very bland.

Worried, you walked quickly to your bedroom to look for Alex's vaccination record. You checked that everything was in order, Alex had all the vaccines from when he was a few months old baby. But he was missing the measles vaccine, which he had to get at age 5. Alarmed, you returned to the kitchen with the booklet in your hand. Alex had a terrified face when he saw it, he already knew that the storm was about to break loose.

"Colin, Alex doesn't have the measles vaccine and he's already 6, he must get it as soon as possible".

When the little boy heard the word vaccine, he jumped in his chair.

"Sure, it makes sense. The symptoms are fever, cough and runny nose, that's what he suffered last week"

"Come on, bring the car keys, we have to take him to the nearest hospital".

The detective grabbed the keys that were hanging on a cute keychain on the wall hand painted by Alex and you grabbed your purse and put on a jacket. When you called your son, he got out of the chair scared, getting as far away from the two of you as possible.

"NO!". He yelled

The two of you were about to open the door when the child's scream made you turn around to see him. When the little naughty boy made sure he had both of your attention, he returned to the charge, shouting.

"I DON'T WANNA GO TO THE DOCTOR AND I DON'T WANT VACCINES!!!"

Alex crossed his arms angrily as he furrowed his eyebrows so tightly that his forehead became wrinkled.

"Alexis Zabel!"

You put your hands on your hips, also furrowing your eyebrows, looking at him defiantly, you could play that game too. Everyone in the family knew that when you called your son by his full name it was because you had exhausted your patience and he was in serious trouble.

Colin took a step forward, trying to calm the atmosphere and cut the tension that would be felt in the air.

"Come on Alex, don't make mom angry, don't make it harder".

The detective approached with his arms open to grab his son but the boy was faster and ran screaming towards his room as if he had a rocket up his ass.

"NOOOOO!"

You ran in his direction, annoyed. "Alexis come here immediately!"

Colin grabbed your arm. "Wait, let me talk to him."

You huffed in agreement while your husband smiled at you, caressing your wrist. Colin headed to his son's room. His dark wooden door was decorated with posters of dinosaurs and robots. He knocked on the door twice.

"Alex? It's me, daddy. Can I come in?"

The man heard Alex's muffled voice from being behind the thick door giving him a negative answer, from his tone of voice he seemed still angry.

"Please son I just want to talk I promise"

Zabel waited anxiously by the door when a slight movement of the handle made him sigh in relief. Alex's chubby face barely peeked out of the space he had left open.

"Fine, come in"

Colin walked in smiling. Alex's room was quite big. The walls were decorated with drawings and posters of his favorite cartoons. There were also shelves with dolls and stuffed animals piled up, many of them were dinosaurs, he loved them. His toy trunk also had fire engines, tanks and racing cars that the boy had even taken charge of naming. The bed where the boy was sitting was shaped like a car and his blankets had drawings of prehistoric animals and plants. Colin sat next to his son who remained very serious.

"Listen Al, I know you don't want to get vaccinated but it's for your own good.". Colin used to use that pet name with his son.

"Adults always say that". Alex crossed his arms and turned his face away so as not to see his father.

"But it's because it's the truth. You know?, when I was your age I didn't want to get vaccinated either."

Alex's little face lit up in surprise as she turned to look at him. "Really?"

"Yes, really. Look, if you promise to behave like the brave boy I know you are, on the way out, I promise to buy you the biggest ice cream you want".

"You promise?". Said the boy smiling

Colin extended his pinky in promise. "Pinky promise, kid"

Alex intertwined his pinky with his father's, laughing happily as they both left the room, but not before grabbing a toy car for Alex to entertain himself and calm down. You continued waiting at the door impatiently moving one foot up and down until you saw them leave the room.

"We can go now". Your husband said smiling.

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The ride to the hospital was quite quiet, from time to time you would take quick glances at Alex who was calmly playing with his toy in the back seat. Colin sensed your nervousness and grabbed your hand firmly, smiling at you while he held the steering wheel with the other.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." He whispered to you

You nodded, smiling. Everything seemed calm and correct, but when he arrived at the establishment and got out of the car, Alex saw the facade of the hospital and the fear returned to him, so he started screaming and kicking to get back to the car. You grabbed your son's hand, pulling him with Colin's help to get him into the hospital but Alex couldn't stop crying. The detective crouched down next to his son.

"Remember what we talked about, if you continue like this there will be no ice cream"

Colin's slightly threatening tone brooked no reply. Alex was going to say something but upon looking into his father's intimidating eyes he decided to remain silent. So, with a dejected air and the face of a lamb about to go to the slaughterhouse, they headed inside the building. Of course the boy carried the toy car under his arm. In the waiting room there were many children more or less his age, some teenagers and babies a few months old. With a sad and scared face, Alex sat between his parents to await his fatal fate. The other children also seemed somewhat dejected.

You knew how tortuous it is for a child to be vaccinated, you still remember when you went nervously to the waiting room to get an injection when you were a child. And honestly the screams and cries that came from the door where the vaccines were given was not exactly relaxing. That's why you took your son's delicate hand in yours, squeezing it gently to give him warmth, courage and protection.

"Sweetheart, you can do it, I trust you. And when we get into the room I will be with you the entire time and I will hold your hand so it doesn't hurt."

Your son wiped a small tear that was almost dry from his rosy cheek and looked at you with a shy smile.

"Alright, if you say so..."

The hours passed and the waiting room was emptying. There were only two people left ahead of you. Many of the children came out smiling with tears in their eyes, others didn't say anything and looked at the ground as they walked. Then a plump older woman called them by Alex's full name. The little boy did not want to go but he remembered his father's promise and bravely squeezed your hand and headed to the room while your husband sat waiting outside.

The injection room was beige and the walls were decorated with paintings of animals to calm the children, you weren't sure if it really worked. There was also a medium-sized window with baby blue curtains that overlooked a garden full of flowering bushes. You directed your distracted gaze there when the woman brought you out of your thoughts.

"Okay, so this is little Alex Zabel."

The lady was wearing a dark blue nurse's uniform and was smiling affably. You looked at your son who could only look down holding on to his toy car.

"Oh it's ok honey, it'll just be a little prick". The woman said

Alex's eyes were starting to water again so you tenderly wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a protective gesture. "Sweetie everything will be fine, you'll see"

The nurse told Alex to sit in a chair and roll up the sleeve of his shirt so she could give him the injection. She also asked him which arm he wanted the injection in and the boy pointed to his left arm. The good-natured woman began to prepare the needle, taking one out of a sterilized envelope that was in a plastic box full of them. When you saw them, a slight chill ran down your spine. You still remembered your first vaccine as if it were yesterday and you understood everyone more than ever. those children who came out crying.

Alex also saw the needles and buried his face in your chest, scared. You grabbed her hand and whispered the words you had said before "Remember, mommy is here and I won't let go of your hand."

The little boy nodded and sat up straight in his chair, squeezing your hand tightly as he showed his left arm to the nurse. She tapped the needle with her gloved hands to make the liquid go down.

"Alright, little Alex, take a deep breath."

Alex closed his eyes tightly until his nose wrinkled and he squeezed your hand even harder as it started to hurt, never underestimate the strength of a scared 6 year old child. It was barely a second until the nurse announced that she was finished.

"Done! You see it wasn't that big of a deal?".She laughed sweetly

Your son opened his brown eyes wide and looked at his arm in surprise, looking for any cut or wound, both women laughed and the nurse carefully squeezed his arm with cotton.

"Hold this cotton in your arm for a few minutes, then you could throw it away. Aaand." The woman took out a red popsicle from a jar and handed it to the child who was looking with bright, greedy eyes. "This is for you, for being such a brave child."

"That's very kind, thank you" You said to the nurse and looked at your son "You thank her too, Alex."

The little one had already put the lollipop in his mouth without thinking twice and didn't even take it out to respond "Thzank yough"

Mother and son left the small room hand in hand, happy and laughing. Colin was already standing waiting for them with a relieved smile on his face.

"So? How did my little champion do?"

"Oh he was incredible, he didn't cry even once"

"And look daddy!!, the nurse gave me a lollipop for being good!"

"Oh look at that!"

Colin lifted the boy into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek while you held his toy.

"It seems that today you are going to stuff yourself with so many sweet things"

"What does that mean?". You asked funny and curious

"It means daddy will buy me ice cream!!!"

Colin looked down, smiling a little embarrassed for not telling his wife about the deal.

"Oh yeah? Well I guess daddy can buy ice cream for everyone too." You said laughing and giving your husband a kiss on the cheek.

Colin laughed and agreed to pay for the other ice creams. They returned to the car happy, heading to the nearest ice cream parlor, eager to try that sweet and frozen dessert.

***************

I have read many stories where Colin is the father of a girl, so I wanted to write a story where he had a son.

By the way, I wrote this after reading the @sweeter-innocence-fics fic. Thanks for being an inspiration for this, you can read her Colin fic here

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simplemorgue · 1 month ago

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𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

Warren Lipka X Fem! Reader

Warnings: fingering, dirty talk, swearing.

Mature Content!

Warren's POV

Context: Warren tries to keep you with him as he ponders a plan you disapprove of.

Her dress shirt had the first few buttons undone, just enough for me to see her breasts rise and fall with her ragged breathing. Her nipples were hard with excitement. She bit her lower lip, reddening it, squeezed her eyes shut, and threw her head back. All of this while I fucked her with two fingers. In, out. In, out. As fast as I could. The wet sound of her pussy and her hand gripping my shoulder made my cock throb inside my pants.

Fuck.

Lying in my bed, writhing, and I was beside her, watching with satisfaction the way she reacted to my touch.

She was the most beautiful thing to watch when she was being fucked.

I pushed my fingers deeper, my thumb massaging her clit slowly, teasing her toward a pre-orgasm.

"Come on, babe, you're doing so well..." I murmured, lowering my face to her lips. They were warm. Swollen. My breath mixed with hers. "Be a good girl and come for me..."

"W-warre..." She stutters softly unfinished, her hand moving from my shoulder to my hair, fingers tangling and pulling, forcing my mouth against hers. Her heart was racing. I could feel it. I could hear it.

For a moment, I doubted whether the sound was coming from her chest or mine.

I doubled my efforts. Faster. Deeper. She moaned against my mouth and, for a second, I was the one who almost came.

The need to make her feel pleasure was overwhelming.

Maybe it was because, just minutes ago, she had called me a reckless idiot.

We had fought hard when I told her about the plan to steal those expensive books from the library. She had always been infinitely more responsible than me. Always knew the difference between right and wrong. She called my plan absurd. Said I was nothing more than a spoiled brat playing at being a criminal.

And she wasn’t wrong.

But I wasn’t going to give up. And she knew that.

What happens when a reckless son of a bitch, willing to pull off the heist of the decade, dates a hot, sensible, opinionated, and intelligent woman who never agreed with it from the start?

She starts slipping through your fingers.

You might lose her.

"I'm not going to sit here and watch you put yourself in this kind of situation, Warren. What the fuck is wrong with you? This isn’t some candy from a convenience store that no one will miss, this is a national treasure. Do you think this is a joke you can play with your friends? ‘We’re bored, let's rob a musem’." She mocked "Seriously? Before you try to get rich, learn how to be responsible."

That was what she threw in my face before I shoved two fingers inside her and tried to make her come.

I needed her to feel like she needed me, just as much as I needed her. She couldn’t leave me. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

"If I manage to sell those fuckin' damn books, we can run away together. Just me and you. I’ll give you everything, the best of everything," I said, eager, looking at her with hope, trying to convince her.

The scent of disappointment coming from her was strong. She looked at me with certainty that this was something she would never agree to. I fucking hated how decisive she was sometimes.

She was slipping through my fingers. The only thing keeping me sane in this miserable life, post-divorce of my parents, was evaporating.

Now, watching her squirm, breathless, moaning my name, I almost thought I had won. That I had pulled her back to me.

But then she stopped.

One of her hands gripped my wrist. Her eyes opened slowly. The other let go of my hair, resting on the bed. Her face moved away.

"I can’t..." her voice came out low. She looked away, breaking eye contact. "I don’t want this anymore."

The double meaning horrified me.

She didn’t want to come. Or she didn’t want me anymore?

"Please, baby... You were so close..." I tried to move closer, my mouth near hers.

She hesitated. Three seconds.

"Warren..." she warned.

I pulled my fingers out of her, slowly. They came out wet, glistening.

She pulled away, sitting at the edge of the bed. Her hair was a mess. Her hand slid through it.

I mirrored her. Sat up slowly and sucked my fingers. Sweet. Fuck. So damn good.

She stood up, buttoning her shorts.

Slowly, I remove my fingers from my mouth. The corner was dirty with her release. "You’re leaving already?" My voice came out lost, as if I had just woken up.

She didn’t even look at me.

"Yeah."

She got dressed quickly. Her shirt was almost fully buttoned, except for the first two buttons.

"You’re still... still mad about our talk earlier?"

She finally looked at me.

"I’m mad that you haven’t given up on this nonsense."

"Nonsense? Don’t you get it? This money could help us get everything we ever wanted..."

"Everything you ever wanted, Warren," she cut me off, pressing her index finger and thumb together and pointing at me. "Don’t drag me into your selfish, unfair fantasy. That dirty money won’t bring you anything but a pathetic, mediocre, empty life."

"Do you hear yourself, woman? Do you hear the shit you’re saying?" I poked my ear, gesturing. "Fuckin' hell, why don't you want to understand?" I stepped closer, my voice rising.

"Lower your tone, Lipka." Now she pointed her finger at me. "Don’t act like you’re in the right here when you so clearly aren’t."

I sighed, running my hands down my face.

"I’m sorry. I apologize."

I looked at her.

Fuck.

That feeling again.

She was going to leave.

Slip through my fingers.

She lowered her gaze for a moment, then turned to grab her sneakers from my nightstand.

"I’m going now." She walked toward the door, but I grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling her back.

She stopped.

Didn’t resist. Just stood there, head down, sneakers in hand.

My hand found her waist.

"Hey..." I murmured.

She lifted her eyes to me.

I took a deep breath, pressing my forehead against hers.

"I love you. I fucking love you," I confessed. Not for the first time, but with more weight than ever. "You can’t leave me. I can’t..." My throat tightened. "It’s already hard as fuck dealing with all this shit. My parents' divorce..." I laughed dryly, trying to hold back the pain. "Just... please... I can’t."

She looked at me. I looked at her.

"You’re an adult, Warren. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions." Her voice was calm, but her words cut deep. "You know you’re going to lose me if you go through with this heist. The choice is yours."

She pulled away from my touch.

Turned. Walked to the door.

And left.

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lostreverb · 7 months ago

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bed chem (short n' sweet)

(colin zabel x fem!reader) your internship just got more interesting...

warnings / content: not really proofread, age gap (reader is 20-22, colin's like 32-34), swearing, perv!reader tbh, NSFW - masturbation (toys) + fingering (fem receiving), p in v

(this fic is a part of my short n' sweet collection!) a/n: every time i listen to this song i think of colin like he's just so... AHHHHHHHHHH i've literally had this idea since the album came out! tried to incorporate as many lyrics as i could idk how well i did tho!

the easttown police department wasn’t exactly a hub of thrilling action. that was probably a good thing for the town, but for you, it made the days of your internship drag endlessly. stuck behind a desk, processing minor domestic disputes and petty incidents, the hours stretched out. you couldn’t help but wish that, just once, you’d be allowed to join an officer out in the field. to witness a slice of the town's life up close instead of through dry reports. but no, you were stuck in the back office, relying on your imagination to fill in the blanks while you typed up incident after incident.

on this particular afternoon, you were making your way down the hallway with a precariously high stack of files balanced in your arms. you could feel the papers shift, hear the quiet rustle of their movement as they started to slide. panic gripped you briefly—this was going to be embarrassing. you were already imagining the cascade of documents scattering across the floor, how you’d have to drop to your knees and scramble to gather them up, probably while everyone watched. just as the stack tilted dangerously to one side, a hand swooped in, catching the top section before it could tumble.

"here, lemme help you with that," a man said, accompanied by a friendly smile. a smile too relaxed, too bright for this quiet, indifferent corner of pennsylvania.

grateful, you gestured toward your desk a few feet away. "thanks," you mumbled, trying not to sound too embarrassed as you placed the files down with a sigh of relief. he set the rescued papers down beside yours, glancing at you with a foreign look. like he actually saw you as a person instead of the intern that does the shit no one else wants to do.

"you doin' okay?" he asked. his concern seemed genuine, which again, took you a second to process.

"yeah! yeah, i'm good!" you responded, a little too enthusiastically perhaps, as you straightened the files in a futile effort to regain your composure. "thank you."

the man chuckled softly. "you know, sometimes it’s easier just to take the two trips." he shot you a wink that made your pulse quicken. "speakin' from experience," he added, leaning a little closer as if sharing a secret. "when i was in your shoes, i had to learn the hard way."

the chief called him over and, after a charismatic "duty calls" farewell, he walked off. you sat down at your desk, face hurting from the corners of your mouth being lifted for so long, but you couldn't bring them down.

you buried your face into your arms, letting your forehead rest against the cool surface of the desk for a few minutes. if anyone saw the flush creeping up your cheeks, you’d never hear the end of it. you took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling, willing yourself to get back to work. but the more you tried to focus, the more impossible it became.

why? because guess whose office was in clear view of your desk? mare's. and guess who was now in mare's office quite adorably rehearsing a conversation with himself?

yeah... you were done for.

the man's lips moved slightly as if he was practicing lines for a play, his brow furrowed in concentration, and every so often, he’d run a hand through his neatly cropped hair, or shake his head in disapproval, looking entirely too charming for his own good.

you needed to find out who he was right away. what was he there to talk to mare about? was he a detective? why couldn't you stop thinking about him pinning you against a wall?

unable to live with the mystery you pushed yourself up from your chair and marched over to the nearest officer, your pulse still racing. "hey—uh, hello." you cleared your throat, trying to sound casual despite the warmth still lingering in your cheeks. "who’s the cute guy in mare’s office? you know, uh.."

wide brown eyes, chiseled jawline..

"navy jacket- big briefcase."

the officer looked up, raising an eyebrow at your blunt description before glancing toward the office. "county guy chief brought in to help with the katie bailey case," he replied nonchalantly. "last name's zabel if i remember right."

you nodded, pretending like that was enough to satisfy your curiosity, but then another officer nearby chimed in with a smirk. "that’s him? poor guy’s gonna be in for it."

they quickly devolved into their own conversation, talking shop and completely forgetting you were even standing there. under normal circumstances, their dismissal might’ve bugged you, but you had bigger priorities now.

back at your desk, you grabbed your phone and opened up a browser, your fingers flying across the screen. within moments, you’d found him. detective colin zabel of delaware county. recently praised for solving a cold case involving a missing 10-year-old girl—a feat that had earned him respect in the force and beyond.

you couldn’t help but grin. of course he was the hero detective. it made perfect sense. but now that you knew who he was, it didn’t make the butterflies in your stomach any easier to ignore.

when mare had finally arrived, you watched the awkward interaction between the two of them. colin outstretched his hand only for her to disregard his formalities. you saw it coming, but it didn't make it any less painful to observe.

you waited until she had left (which wasn't very long) to discreetly travel over to the office. the door was open so you knocked on the frame.

"it's not personal. she's got a lot going on" you said with an understanding smile.

at the sound of your voice, colin turned around, giving a deflated chuckle towards your remark. "you er- saw that whole thing?"

"my desk is right there" you said, pointing, the two stacks of files barely touched. "sorry i kinda.. visually eavesdropped"

"no worries-" colin briefly smiled at your humorous confession then looked away. "uhhhhhh- did you need somethin'?"

"just wanted to introduce myself" you said, extending your hand out. "i'm y/n"

when he firmly took yours in his, your eyes couldn't help but flicker down and notice the veins that decorated them. a thought crossed your mind about where they might show up on other parts of his body.

"that's a pretty name"

you looked up from the grip your two hands were intertwined in, colin's attentive dark eyes on you.

"thank you.." you said softly, pulling away. shit, why were you out of breath? "uhm- i read about that... that case you solved? amazing work"

"oh- that was- i'm not-" he scratched the back of his head, trying to find words to minimize the accomplishment. you didn't know what was more attractive—hearing him stumble over his words or his humility. "we brought her home you know? that's what matters"

you nodded earnestly in response. "100%... well let me know if you need anythin'. i know people here can be a bit closed off but it's not all that bad."

"yeah thanks... nice to know i got a friend already" he smiled.

a friend... for now.

seeing as he was always in the back of your mind, and you couldn't care less about filling out reports, daydreaming about colin became your favorite past time. and every smile, every corny joke he greeted you with only fueled your crush.

it wasn't long before you noticed he had his eyes on mare, but the way he stared at you while you spoke about your criminology major... crossing his built arms, leaning forward on his desk to show you he was really listening. the way he'd routinely check on you and stop by your desk to chat....

for god's sake he started to get you coffee every morning.

there had to be something there... right? something more between you than mere camaraderie.

you definitely thought so. and thought about it often.. in bed.

eyes closed, you pictured colin's body hovering over yours. you could discern his toned figure from the form fitted button-ups he wore.. he'd have absolutely no problem picking you up and turning you over, manhandling you... though he probably wouldn't. he's too sweet for that. so sweet... and yet no ring? colin seemed like the type of man who should've had a wife and 2 kids by now...

maybe you could be the one to give that to him.

not now of course.

one day though.

still thinking of him you reached down into your panties, playing with your delicate folds in the caring manner you imagined him to have.

"so beautiful" he'd whisper, pumping two slick digits in and out of you at a sensual pace.

gasping moans escaped from your mouth as your fingers moved faster, the squelching sound of your fluids filling the room.

"that's it... god, i love how y'sound..."

belt unbuckled, he'd pull down his pants and boxers in one swift motion revealing his hard cock ready to drive into you. from underneath your bed you grab your dildo—oversized and veiny as colin would be and removed your now-soaked underwear.

he'd smile against your lips as he slotted himself between your legs, your body accommodating as he entered. after he'd ask (quite endearningly) if you're okay, you'd quickly nod, giving him permission to continue.

you try to imagine the expression of lust on his face... the sound of his deep groans in your ear as you fucked yourself gently, attempting to emulate your bodies rocking together in synced movement, the riveting sensation of the veins against your walls sending shockwaves through your body.

"fuck... oh my god" you panted, feeling the heat build up in your core. you were close.

"let go, i've got you... taking me like this, you're doing so well... makin' me feel so good..."

you increase the pace at which you pummel the dildo into your quivering cunt, eyes rolling back as you reach your climax, your body left trembling.

with colin, your sure you'd probably both arrive at the same time.

but for now you just had to live with unsatisfaction of not feeling his warm release coating your insides.

the next morning the chief had called you into his office.

a grin spread on your face as the he detailed the new program the department was implementing, how you'd finally be able to shadow an officer like you'd hoped when you first applied for the internship.

"any officer you have a preference to be paired with?"

you turned your head and caught colin's gaze through the office window. he was deep in conversation with mare, but when he noticed you, he gave a small wave. you smiled back, feeling a slight flutter.

"yeah, i’ve got someone in mind."

extra note: part two coming (hopefully soon!) it'll be based off the song "busy woman"!

tags (ask to be added or removed anytime!): @fear-is-truth @juliamaximoff @jazz-berry @violetsghosts @quickreider @tiffysdeath @honeymoon8

#honestly writing this was kinda funny i love making reader a little unhinged #this has been a wip for like a month and a half #this is a very self serving write #colin zabel #mare of easttown #colin zabel smut #colin zabel x reader #evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters fandom #evan peters x reader #evan peters fanfic #lem's short n' sweet collection

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xrag-dollx · 9 months ago

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Good girls belong under officer's arrest

~Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Summary: Colin was working his nightshift at the department. Meanwhile sexual lust was heavily floating your body. Even though Colin and you made a "no touching without my permission" sort-of pact, you decided to sin, merely for your own pleasure, and you have to pay for that. On that matter, Colin's shift has just begun.

Warnings: smut, a dominant Colin Zabel, masturbating, praising, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, handcuffing, overstimulating (yes the whole thing)

A/N: pls don't judge me that he lives in missouri bc I have no fuckin clue where this man lives

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You typed onto the screen of your phone, lying on the sofa in your living room, silence was surrounding you like the darkness, louder than anything else. Your phone screen was the only source that enlightened the room, gently highlighting the features of your face. You pressed the little paperplane on the right corner of your chat to send it to Colin, hoping for a quick answer. The reason for that urgency was because your horniness was engulfing you. Also, you were quite bored.

Well, being patient wasn't easy, especially when you were on your peak of your sexual drive. Ugh, if he only knew. Yet, You and Colin made a kind of pact, no self-touching until he was home. You could feel that tickling feeling of sensation building up in your cute little stomach, and someone needed to quench that thirst of sexual lust. But you were so desperate to have him, to feel him, to kiss him! Of course, his work was his duty but his duty was also to satisfy your needs. (And that was your priority at the moment)

Reading that message let your desperation grow. You let out a silent huff. You basically expected him to be longer at work. Was tonight the right time to sin and let your urges go? Oh fuck it, he wouldn't notice. You began to be befriended with these illicit thoughts, sitting in the mind of yours.

Placing your phone onto the couch table, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom. To get into the right mood, you decided to lit up some scented candles and dimmed the lights. You took off your clothes almost in a hastily manner, you were undeniably horny as you took off your already soaked panties, the pieces of your fabrics were messy sprawled on the floor. You crawled on top of your king-sized bed, nothing but thoughts of Colin and you were crossing your dirty mind. With open legs, your hand was gently rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers collected your arousal to spread it all over your pulsating cunt. Soft and breathy moans escaped your mouth, your teeth gently bit the lower part of your lip as you enjoyed every thought in your mind and every gentle touch of your hand as your mind dived deep into the savage garden of your blooming fantasy. The door to your bedroom suddenly swung open as it immediately brought you back to your concousness like a harsh slap into your face; without any warning...

"Hey babe I'm ba-"

Colin arrived earlier as you might have expected. He looked at you, obviously in disbelief. The view, so obscene as he saw you naked on the bed, obviously pleasuring yourself without his consent. His cheeks turned cherry red, his eyebrows raised. Totally stunned he stuttered:

"W-what are you doing?"

Perplexed, you stared at him, as you were totally surprised to see him already, so early.

"baby...you're already back"

You stuttered, words and mind weren't thinking alike, your head was still hazy from the forbidden imagines you planted into your mind earlier.

He stepped in, gently closing the door behind him.

"I guess you forgot about our pact, did you?"

He spoke, standing in front of you as his eyes scanned your bare body with lustful eyes. You knew it turned him on to see you like that, looking at him with big doe eyes would be enough to make him go crazy for you.

"I know, but...I couldn't resist. And you said you'd be away for a while."

You spoke, your big bambi eyes and innocence was the key to make yourself irresistible to him. But you were anything else than innocent to Colin.

"Oooh, don't look at me like that. You know what that means, princess..."

The mattes slightly dipped under his weight. Without any hesitation he pulled your body like a life-sized doll over his lap, your pretty butt faced upwards.

"Hmmh... such a bad girl"

He whispered, as you could feel his warm hand gently gliding over your ass cheeks as it made you squirm under his touch.

"Ugh, C-Colin...baby...I-"

You stuttered but until your unfinished sentence could leave your mouth, his hand smacked your bare ass cheeks, the noise filled the room for a brief moment, a loud moan escaped your throat. Your hands grabbed his thigh in a sudden reflex.

"Shhh princess...shut your sweet little mouth for me. Be a good girl, hm?"

Colin spoke in a low voice as his hand stroke gently the back of your head, his fingers going through your hair, he softly massages your scalp while shivers were creeping down your spine. You nodded, as you obeyed to him. Soft whines escaped your mouth, as you felt that freaking amazing feeling of his fingers gently caressing your scalp.

"Such a good girl..."

Colin cooed while his fingertips made their way so slowly down your back, down your ass cheeks, and stopped between your legs. His fingers got covered by your arousal as you were basically dripping under his grip, a devilish grin got drawn on his lips.

"Hmmh, so wet for me..."

He continued to rub your clit with slow motions, every move was pure ecstasy. He watched you carefully as you got tortured by Colin's teasing, lustful moans escaped your mouth with every move he made.

"Colin...please...I want it ...now"

"Want what? After what you just did?"

He clicked with his tongue as he was slightly amused by your longing desire, his grin still visible on his lips as a low chuckle was stumbling out of his mouth.

"No no, this is not how it's working tonight, princess. You're under my arrest."

He whispered, his breath softly tickled the skin on your ear, your delight grew stronger with every move he did on you.

"Ugh!..."

You groaned, as a sharp and stinging pain hit your blank skin again, this time stronger than previously. Whines left your mouth like a response for more, your fingers tightly crawled onto Colin's thigh, as you desperately tried to grip onto something. Colin showed amusement in slapping the shit out of your delicate skin with his flat palm. Three, four, five harsh slaps followed in a tight row. "Bam! bam! bam!" The smacking noise echoed through the whole bedroom mixed with a few small yet audible chuckles of Colin, almost madly but in amusement at your whiny behavior. Your ass cheeks, bordeaux red and glowing from the constant assault of Colin's hands, were now painful with the slightest touch, you couldn't even think of sitting the following days. Yet, the permanent hurt was like pleasure linked with the centre of your system of lust. Your arousal was running down your thigh like sweet honey out of a beehive. Colin noticed that, as he was running his hand slowly up and down your thigh, as he stopped for a second, feeling the warm liquid covering his fingers.

"someone's quite needy, hm?"

He spoke with a quiet voice as his fingers trailed the moist line up between your thighs, as it reached your dripping entrance. With a filthy smirk, Colin dipped his pointer finger slowly into your pulsating cunt. You twitched on that action, a few small moans exiting the way out of your mouth in sync to your movements.

"Want more, princess? Beg for it"

He spoke as he gently lied you onto the bed. Colin sat between your legs with hungry eyes as he slowly spread them apart.

You only looked at him with a begging gaze but no words left your sweet mouth.

"C'mon...beg for it"

He demanded, as he was sticking his pointer finger just halfway into you again, his gaze was locked with yours as he carefully watched your body desperately calling for more. Your back lightly arched up from the smooth surface beneath you, sensing the tip of his pointer finger teasing your small centre of pleasure between your legs, which caused you to shiver uncontrollably.

"Hmmmh! Oh gosh, please...Colin...just..."

You stuttered, your delight to give in was unstoppable.

"Yes?...c'mon use your words..."

You were a whimpering mess under his grip, all you wanted was to get finger-fucked by Colin.

"Please...Colin...ugh“

Was all you could mutter underneath your hitching breath. You couldn't bare the painful teasing Colin did to you any longer, so you decided to ease your accumulated high yourself. As soon as you had your hand on your sweet spot, Colin smacked your hand away.

"Nuh-uh, princess! I didn't give you any permission!"

Colin admonished, as he took both of your wrists and placed them firmly above your head with a tight grip.

"Seems like I have to prevent you from your temptations..."

Colin spoke, as he pulled out his handcuffs from the side pocket of his pants. You watched him, cuffing both of your wrists onto the ornated metal headboard of your king-sized bed. The cold metal embraces your warm flesh in a uncomfortable way. The "click" of his cuffs signaled that you're arrested now, to Colin. And there you are, completely devoted to him and tied onto the bed.

You looked at him with big deer eyes as you were pulling on the cuffs, letting out a few huffs in desperation.

"Hmmngh...Colin!..."

You whimpered, your body was moving around impatiently, waiting for Colin to finally give you what you're craving, but he drew a tough card on you.

"Oh baby, I know what you want...just be...patient"

He spoke, his hands were gliding achingly slow from your torso down to your legs, his eyes followed the same track his hands were gliding, hungrily devouring your body in a whole. His hands found its end by your legs, as he locked his obsidian-like eyes with yours, basically piercing into your soul. Colin gently spread your legs apart, as he licked his lips, looking eagerly at your dripping entrance like it's a goddamn buffet. You watched him, as you were waiting for him to finally just do something on you, heavy breaths were all you could manage to bring out. He was totally fixed onto your pussy, he slowly brought his pointer finger again to your wet folds, as he was collecting some of your arousal and licking it provocatively off of his finger, he smirked as he was looking at you again, as he knew it would drive you crazy.

"How do you like that, hm princess?"

"Stop it, Colin! J-just fuck me now!"

"You hissed, twitching under the grip of his handcuffs as the harsh noises of metal hitting metal interrupted the silence.

"Shhh..."

Colin cooed, his finger gently entered your soft and pulsating walls while he was watching you, your reaction was pure bliss he was earning. He moved one finger out and entered another finger.

"This is what you want, hm?"

"O-oh...fuck yeah"

You stuttered, as you spread your legs even further in response, your head was thrown back, your breath was going heavier.

"Oh fuck yes baby..."

He had pure joy in seeing you in such a desperate state, as he bit his bottom lip, sliding in his middle and pointer finger into your throbbing cunt, as your wetness was leaking continously out of it. Your response was a drawn out moan.

"Oh princess you want it so much, don't you?"

As he looked at you with a small yet cocky smirk, his fingers were still inside of you, but he didn't keep going until he heard a response of yours. Yeah, he was pretty mean tonight.

„YES!“

You whimmered as you desperately rolled your hip against his fingers.

"Heh...I love how impatient you are...seems like you need to be a little more patient...Just a little bit"

He chuckled, his fingers curled up in a 'come-here' motion, tickling that soft and spongy spot skillfully.

"Ugh! Y-yes yes yes!"

You screamed, as Colin was hitting THAT spot. It was like an itch which needed to be scratched.

"Is it? C'mon, be a good girl for me and scream my name, C'mon!"

He demanded, as his fingers moved in and out in a faster speed, his gaze switched between the heavy panting and twitching mess which you were and your wet pussy, as he heavily fingered your cunt, the lewd squelching noises were filling the air dominantly.

"Oh shit Colin yes yes yes, hmmh.. baby yes!"

You whimpered and your legs began to shake uncontrollably, as Colin's fingers moved in and out of you in an almost brutal speed, causing your body to twitch.

"Daaamn, yes...that's my princess, let me hear it"

He spoke, as he was praising you for the good girl you were. Though he knew you were close to your high, he stopped in the last moment, right on the edge.

"Fuck! Colin I-I was so close!!"

You huffed, your breathing faster than previously, as you furrowed your brows, your agony was immense. You twitched around like crazy, the headboard was slightly moving under your twitches, the cuffs releasing heavy noises by scratching the headboard's metal.

"I hate you!"

You whined, kicking your feet in desperation accompanied with another huff.

"Hmmh...yeah princess, I just like to see you so desperate ya know"

Colin spoke, caressing gently the velvety skin of your leg. He looked at you, his grin was hiding something mischievous and dark eyes observing you lustful. His fingers, slowly entered your pussy again, knuckle-deep.

"Oooohh fuck, yes!"

You screamed, your back bent up from the mattress.

"You get what you want, trust me"

Colin growls, his fingers began to sped up, drilling into you with no mercy hitting that perfect spot again, your legs quivered in response.

'Ohh-f-fuck, Colin!"

You cried out, as it didn't took long and your orgasm was rushing over you like a wave, your whole body electrified and shaking uncontrollably under Colin's grip. You could swear you've seen the stars like you've never seen them before, dancing vividly across your mind. Instead of riding out your desired high, he wouldn't stop at all, penetrating you with the bliss to see you in such a desperate state.

"C-colin...s-stop!! Ugh!"

You mumbled, you couldn't even do anything at all, your wrist was still tied to the headboard which let your frustration grow.

"Hmmngh COLIN!!"

He was chuckling mischievously, biting his bottom lip.

"Oh princess, you should've been a good girl earlier..."

Hearing those words made you huff in response, followed by letting out a small whimper.

"Stop...Colin"

You whined, pleasure was slowly turning into pain, your pussy was aching and slightly burning. Another orgasm wouldn't come up for sure, you felt a little too irritated that your body would refuse to give you any more rush of dopamine.

"There's something missing, princess...c'mon use your words"

Colin spoke, still stroking the inner walls of your pussy with his veiny fingers.

"Ugh...please..."

You whimpered, that one single word was the key to make him stop. It was so damn easy...

"Oh? Did I just hear 'please?"

Colin spoke, as he gently pulled out his fingers, coated with your arousal. He licked them clean while he watched you, provocative and mischievous. Your legs, still quivering as you were lying on the bed, your body felt like it got electrified by a lighting.

"So, doll....lessons learned for tonight, hm?"

He responded, as he removed the cuffs from your wrists, putting them back into the pocket of his pants along with the key. You touched the irritated skin, which had left red marks due to the friction of Colin's handcuffs.

"Well...what if I'd say no?"

You spoke, as you reached for his tie, wrapping it nonchalantly around your wrist as you pulled him towards you with a vicious grin. Your lips met his, engaging them in a hot kiss. He gently cupped your chin, his thumb caressing the smooth skin of yours.

"Hmmmh...it's what you want, hm doll?"

Colin mumbled between kisses, he couldn't hold back a smirk, hearing your response was like an open plea for more.

"Gosh, you're so insatiable..."

He spoke, breaking the kiss between you and him, Colin's warm breath still lingered on your lips like a haunting ghost.

He got up, loosening up the tie around his neck, as he was about to leave the bedroom. He spoke to you:

"I'll have a shower now....And no misbehaving, okay, miss?"

That impish grin of him signaled that you're up for everything.

"Okay "officer" you responded, the "officer" underlined in a sarcastic tone of course, followed with a smirk on your lips.

Tags: @fear-is-truth @feefymo @am3ricanh0rrorwh0re @lacucarachapisser @evanpeterswifeyyy @trueangel420 @evanpeterspeter

#colin zabel x reader #mare of easttown #colin zabel #evan peters #evan peters fic #smut

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s1ut4evan · 1 year ago

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overworked - colin zabel x fem reader

*smut* not proofread

✨ you go out to a bar and meet Colin Zabel, a stressed out detective that needs to get some tension out✨

wattpad: s1ut4evan

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I collect my things and open the door to my uber, "Thank you!" I say before hopping out. The neon light of the bar sign reflect off the wet pavement. God I can't wait to have a drink. I make my way into building.

•

Once I got inside, I head straight for the counter. I sit down and rest my arms on the bar top. The bartender looks my way and nods as he's working on a drink. I watch him deliver it to a dark-haired pale looking guy across from me.

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"Hey (y/n). The usual?" the bartender asks. I half smile and nod while rummaging through my purse to find my wallet. "Uh no need for that. The guy over there said he'd take care of it." he pointed back to the pale guy. I peak around to see him pointing with a wink at me. I then raise my eyebrow, "Oh? Okay then."

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I study the stranger while I sip my drink. He seems to be well put together. He's got soft dark eyes that have been scanning me as well. We made eye contact quite a lot. I assumed he was leaving when he downed the last of his beer and stood up but then he walked my way.

•

A knot formed in my stomach as this man sat next to me. His cologne hit me, God he smelled good. "Hi there." he said, "I'm Colin, Colin Zabel." and stuck out his hand. I shook it, "Hey thank you for the drink." I took another sip. "No problem, I told the bartender when I got here that I'd buy the prettiest woman's drink tonight."

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I laughed, "Oh yeah? You should have waited longer." Colin shook his head, "Nope. It's definitely you, you're by far the most beautiful I've seen tonight." I turn as my face flushed with heat. Colin waved at the bartender for another drink then looked back at me, "Let's talk. I'd love to get to know you."

•

Conversation was easy with Colin. He told me about how he was a detective called from another town to help with an ongoing investigation. I could tell he was stressed by the way he described his long hours that turned to days of work. He still managed to ask questions about me, as a way to get to know me.

•

I could listen and talk to him all night. His energy overtook me. The air felt thin between us, as if the universe was pulling us closer. I needed this man. I looked him in the eyes and licked my lips. He stared back, "Can we go somewhere?" he asked. I nod without hesitation.

•

At this point in the night, the bar was near empty. I don't know if it was the alcohol talking but I was super impatient and desperately horny. So I suggested the bathroom. Our drunken minds found nothing wrong with it.

•

I step in the dark ill-lighted room and Colin follows. He struggles with anticipation to lock the door. I knew I was in for the best fuck of my life when he turns around biting his tongue. I lean back against the sink counter, Colin moves slowly towards me. His large hands cup my face as I place mine on his chiseled torso.

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We began kissing heavily until our tongues met. His fingers pushed my hair behind my ear before he lightly kissed my neck. I reached down to massage his hard member through his tight chinos. Colin groans against my neck and takes ahold of me by my hips. I gasp as he picks me up and places me on the counter.

•

My thighs caress his narrow hips. His large cock teases me through layers of cloth. Colin holds me by the small of my back with one arm and pushes down my dress strap with the other. He nibbles on me from my collar bone to my breast while he pushes down the fabric.

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I moan as his lips tug at my nipple. His tongue flicks it gently. With my hands wrapped around his neck, I grind my hips into his. The tip of his cock presses roughly against my swollen clit through our still clothed bodies. Colin stops to remove his blazer and unbuckle his belt. I move my hand down to touch myself as I watch him struggle to get his pants off.

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He presses his lips together in frustration. I smirk because I love the thought of him taking it out on me. My eyes follow as his pants drop onto the tile floor. I reach forward and grasp the waistband of his boxers to push them down. Colin pushed my legs apart before his hand felt up my thigh into my heat, pushing my panties to the side.

•

Our lips collided once again as I began to stroke his large member. His finger tips danced around my pulsating clit. My wetness allowed easy entrance for his slender fingers as he slowly pushed them into my pussy. My breaths became heavy, I had barely noticed the stickiness from his pre-cum seeping into my fingers.

•

Colin stops kissing me and removes his fingers from my tight walls to taste me. He looks me in the eyes as he does so, “You taste so fucking good.” I bite my lip as I watch him slurp up my juices. He places his fingers back into my heat and swirls them around my clit while I lean back onto the cold mirror.

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I whimper as I feel him pull his fingers away but only to pull my hips closer. Colin places my legs into his shoulders and pushes my panties to the side once more. I feel his hard tip at my entrance, I nod to give him the ‘okay’ before glides into me. His hands hold onto my waist as he finds the pace of his thrusts. Every bit of his length makes way into me, stretching me, and hitting all the right spots.

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He moves his hand to make circles on my clit, I arch my back at his touch. The sheer force of the thrusts began to shake the counter top. My hands help to keep me stable as our moans echo off the bathroom walls. I look into Colin’s eyes. They are tired and exhausted but they are also full of lust. I could tell he really needed this. He really needed me.

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My legs fell from his shoulders as he leaned forward to become closer to me. He placed a secure grip on my waist while the other leaned against the mirror. I pulled his face to mine before softly kissing him. One hand held to the back of his head while the other wrapped around his toned back. It was then I realized I could see a future with this man. It’s as if we connected on another level.

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My senses overcame me as I felt myself come to a climax. My legs shook as they wrapped around his hips. Every thrust felt as if it were the first. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to relish the ongoing orgasm. I felt Colin’s cock flinch inside me as he watched me cum. He groaned out while his pace became sloppy. “Fucking cum for me baby.” I yelped. Colin’s eyes widened.

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With my legs wrapped around him, Colin came in me after 3 more poorly made pumps. I smiled as his frustration flushed away. His face practically lit up. We both sighed as he pulled his sopping cock out of my cunt.

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Colin helped me get cleaned up before dressing him self. “God that was…” he paused, “the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” I ran my fingers through his messy brown hair,“I’m glad you chose me to be the one to help you get some steam off.”

#colinzabel #colin zabel smut #colin zabel x reader #evan peters #evan peters supremacy #evan thomas peters #evan peters smut #mare of easttown

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kai-anderson-whore · 2 years ago

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The moment I took you in the station (Colin zabel x fem reader)

Summary: you are a petty criminal but Colin couldn’t help but fall for you

Warnings: shoplifting, running from cops, getting arrested, caring for sibling, financial problems let me know if I missed anything

Word count: 1,7k

A/n: I just had this idea a few months ago and just finished writing it since I forgot all about it should I do a part two?

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You ran as far as your legs could take you constantly looking behind you as the detective chased after. You cursed yourself for getting caught but all you could do is run and hope you the best. You gotten caught shoplifting from some fancy store in the mall and you didn't realise that there was an actual detective in the store as you sprinted as far as you could.

You could hear him yelling at you to stop but you never till you looked back and suddenly tripped over your own feet. "Fuck" you hissed clutching on to your ripped Jean covered knee. Trying to get back up till you felt a hand on your arm pulling you back. You got caught handcuffs on your wrists "your under arrest ma'am" he said "oh come on man" you sighed as their partner you presumed pulled up beside you both guiding you into the car and off to the station.

In the station you sat in the dim room waiting on getting questioned. Tapping your fingernails on the table humming a random song that came to mind to pass time. It felt like a century by the time the very detective that took you in came into the interrogation room.

This time he came in with a woman you knew as mare. She looked at you disappointed knowing this wasn't the first time you were in trouble. "Oh come on y/n really" mare scolded she known you since you were little and known you got yourself into petty crimes such as shoplifting or fights.

"I had to mare my sister wanted that bag for school and I can't afford it" you sighed rubbing your temples. "I know times are rough i get that I really do but stealing getting your own self into trouble isn't worth it y/n" mare said you knew she was right how could she not be.

The guy detective who's name you still haven't learnt stared at you. You didn't know why but you didn't mind either. He was extremely attractive. "I'm going to help you out here If I let you go I need you to promise me that you will get a job and stay out of trouble".

"How can I get a job mare I have previous for theft and I have to look after my sister I wouldn't be able to find a good job" you sighed massaging your temples.

You were stuck you only could afford rent since you lived at your uncles place so he lets you off with payments or just doesn't charge at all. But you struggled to even keep up with other bills and put food on the table.

"I can find a course for you to do to help you find a job that helps pay bills, put food on the table and put clothes on your back y/n me and detective zable are here to help you" mare smiled sympathetically. "I don't want to just be a charity case for you all I don't want your pity" you spat, you didn't mean to but your pride got the better of you.

"But it's either that or jail time what do you prefer" the male detective spoke up who's name you learned to be detective zable. You knew he was right you couldn't get into trouble again not with having your sister. "Fine I'll do it" you sighed.

A few months later you were doing great the little course went well and you managed to get a decent job to pay bills and put food on the table. You were walking back home with bags of groceries they felt heavy like they were going to burst open at any moment. You heard a car horn beep making you jump out of your skin.

"Jesus Colin you almost gave me a heart attack" you gasped seeing detective zable in his car. After that day in the station you would see mare and Colin out and about you would talk to them. You couldn't lie you began developing a crush on the new cop in town.

"Need a lift?" He asked noticing your struggle with the bags.

"No no Colin I'm fine honestly don't want to put you into any trouble" you dismissed politely. "No trouble at all honestly" he said you finally agreed to his offer. Colin got out of his vehicle to help you load the bags into his truck. You made your way into the passenger side of the car colin getting in at the other side. Colin new the address after dropping you off there when you had gotten took to the station he dropped you off.

"Thanks again colin you really didn't need to" you smiled the soft sound of the radio played. Colin shook his head "it's no problem honestly I was going past your place anyway to get back to the station" his eyes were still focused on the road but he looked nervous like he wanted to ask you something.

"You okay?" You asked noticing his nervous demeanour, "yeah I'm alright just-" Colin stoped himself mid sentence you furrowed your eyebrows in response. "Come on Colin you can tell me what's wrong" you said with a smile. A sigh left Colin's lips contemplating on if he should say anything or not. "Well I was thinking maybe if you want to, would you like to have dinner with me?" He asked.

You could hear the nervousness mixed with hope in his voice but also in his eyes even though they were fixated on the road. You were shocked to say the least, never did you expect Colin a cop to be interested in a petty criminal like you. Swallowing a lump in your throat, mind racing, palms feeling sweaty rubbing them on your jeans.

“Look forget what I said I didn’t mean to step out of line” Colin sighed feeling a little down at your lack of response. “I’d love to go for dinner with you Colin” you finally answered. “You don’t need to if you don’t want to, I understand that you don’t want to it was dumb of me to think otherwise” Colin’s voice was more meek and hinted with sorrow. “No Colin I really do it’s just- why would you want to go to dinner with me out of all people I mean I had my fair share of run ins with the law you don’t want that” you were now the one to sigh.

You hadn’t realised that you were both now parked outside your home. Colin turned the engine off his car finally looking your in the eye. “I don’t care that you been in trouble before, I get why you did it but I really do like you y/n ever since I took you to the station that day” Colin told you. You felt the blush raising in your cheeks from Colin’s words and the fact that you were arrested.

“When you taking me out?” You asked with a grin seeing your little sister walking along the sidewalk returning from school. “Are you free next Saturday it’s my day off” Colin asked you thought if you had anything “I’m free Saturday my sister will probably be staying with her friend so I should be free” you smiled. Colin nodded pulling out his cellphone “can I have you number you know so I can give you more details and stuff” he says like a teenager his cheeks redden by the second.

You nodded giving him your phone number before getting out the car. “I’ll text you” Colin calls out from the open window on the passenger side. You nodded waving him goodbye, your sister by your side standing there in confusion. She looks at you with the usual look she gave you when you used to get out of police cars. “What have you done this time y/n” she sighs you let out a giggle shaking you head.

“Don’t worry I’m not in trouble Amy, in fact quite the opposite I have a date” you grin like a kid in a candy store. You both walk into your home locking the door. “A date? With who?” She asked throwing her bag on the sofa. “You know that new detective” you say Amy nodded her head “no way y/n, your going on a date with the new detective me and my friends find him so hot” she gasped.

“Well he’s a too old for you missy and yeah he asked me in the car offered me a ride home” you blushed setting yourself on the sofa. “Anyway have you got homework?” You asked Amy nodded her head “yeah” she sighs knowing what you will say next “go get it done” you instructed. Amy huffed going to get her bag to do her homework.

An hour or two later your phone pinged. Checking your messages seeing a new number texting you.

‘Hey it’s Colin just messaging you so you now have my number 😊’ the text read out. You smiled at the text immediately texting a reply ‘hi Colin yeah that’s fine I’ll save your number😊’ you texted back, “it’s that detective sable” Amy teased looking up from her notepad. “Maybe” you sang another ping on your phone.

‘How’s next Saturday at 7pm for dinner there’s this nice restaurant in town it looks really promising’

‘Yeah sounds great’

“Oh my god your like the girls in school” your sister teased you but you didn’t even say anything too busy texting. “What are you doing next Saturday?” You asked your sister “I’m staying at my friends place” she replied “okay Colin’s taking me to this nice restaurant near outside of town” you say “oh I heard about that place it’s really fancy” Amy said.

You spent the rest of the night helping Amy with her homework and texting Colin. You couldn’t deny that you were attracted to Colin for a little while but never did you expect that he would feel the same for you. You were nervous it had been a good while since you dated anyone since your main focus was looking after your sister.

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kit-walk3r · 2 years ago

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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.”

- - -

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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Hope you liked this! Colin's a fun one to write and it's nice to write something happy for once. Thanks for the request!

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kadentherabbit · 9 months ago

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Hi guys!!!! Soo this is my master list, it will be updated as I write more fanfics in the future, I currently write for ahs/evan peters characters, DC characters and possibly Donnie Darko in the near future! Make a request to be on my tag list!

A little more about me I suppose: gay and trans! Please only refer to me with he/him pronouns. I enjoy gory movies or movies with Evan Peter’s in them :3. You can refer to me as Kaden! I love writing, one of my favorite hobbies but it takes me a while to have any motivation so keep that in mind!

Most of my fics will be about men, and in a gender neutral fashion unless I’m requested specifically male reader or female reader! Keep reading for more!!

My CAI.

My JAI.

I will not write fics that include:

Any bodily fluids that aren’t spit, cum or blood (Strict limits).

Age gaps that include one party being under the age of 18 and another party being over the age of 18. (Aka any sort of pedophilia)

Fics that involve childbirth/pregnancy (may change in future).

Incest or stepcest. Platonic family relationships only.

Threesomes or any smut that includes more than 2 people (may change in future)

Smut for any female or AFAB character.

I hate writing angst.

Characters I currently feel comfortable writing for! ⬇️

Peter Maximoff, Tate Langdon, Richard Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Most DC villains, Carl Gallagher, Kai Anderson (May be ooc), Ponyboy Curtis, Two-Bit Mathews, Adam Banks, Kyle Spencer, Wilbur Robinson, Lewis/Cornelius Robinson, Johnny Lawrence, Kevin Khatchandorian.

Characters I need more time with ⬇️

Kit Walker, James Patrick March, Jimmy Darling, Lip Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Donnie Darko, Luke Cooper, Colin Zabel, Stan Bowes, Guy Germaine, Daniel LaRusso.

(you may suggest these characters! I may just need a little more time to write the fic!)

smut = 𝜗𝜚. fluff =✿. Being worked on = ꩜.

AHS

Tate Langdon NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚

Your fear is my pleasure - Kai Anderson 𝜗𝜚

The only friend you’ll ever need - Tate Langdon 𝜗𝜚 (req)

Kai Anderson fic 𝜗𝜚/꩜ (req)

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff NSFW Alphabet 𝜗𝜚 (req kinda)

Stuffed like a Twinkie - Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚/✿ (req)

Mean Dom Peter Maximoff 𝜗𝜚

Peter Maximoff and Reader getting high ✿ (req)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing Blabz ✿

Arkham Knight! Jason Todd Blabz ✿ (Fem! Robin reader!)

OTHERS

Ryan Gosling! Ken Blabz ✿

Rodrick Heffley Blabz ✿

Jack Hughes Blabz ✿/𝜗𝜚

Five Hargreeves Blabz ✿

Cobra Kai! Johnny Lawrence blabs ꩜

#x reader #x female reader #x male reader #peter maximoff #evan peters smut #evan peters #hockey #peter maximoff smut #x reader smut #meet the robinsons #nhl #cobra kai #dc comics #we need to talk about kevin

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r4fe-cam3ron · 5 months ago

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— THE CHRISTMAS STORY NIGHT.

| welcome to ‘the christmas story night’! for this wishlist, i’ll be posting select characters with songs! these will range from angst to fluff and will be linked with songs that give me chrismas-y vibes & christmas songs in general! this will begin the 17th until christmas day! there will be some repeat characters as well.

grab some hot chocolate, gingerbread cookies, and a fuzzy blanket — cozy in for christmas story night!

— BOOK LIST;

⋆⁺₊❅。CAR’S OUTSIDE | c. zabel x reader (december 18th - james arthur)

⋆⁺₊❅。STARDUST | r. cameron x reader (december 19th - ZAYN)

⋆⁺₊❅。CINDY LOU WHO | s. harrington x reader (december 20th - sabrina carpenter)

⋆⁺₊❅。DRIVE | e. munson x reader (december 21st - halsey)

⋆⁺₊❅。CHASING CARS | dad!tangerine x reader (december 22nd - snow patrol)

⋆⁺₊❅。SEAT AT THE TABLE | p. maximoff x reader (december 23rd - the vamps)

⋆⁺₊❅。SCOTT STREET | ex-boyfriend!r. cameron x reader (december 24th - phoebe bridgers)

⋆⁺₊❅。MERRY CHRISTMAS, I MISS YOU | s. harrington x reader (december 25th - alex crichton)

⋆⁺₊❅。TAP TO UNWRAP PRESENT. ౨ৎ

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lacucarachapisser · 3 months ago

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give me your honesty colin zabel x f!reader

warnings : smut, oral sex fem! receiving, make up sex, fingering, fluff slash angst, cringe lol, edging i guess, pwp? reader have pubes leads to insecurity, overstimulation, um yeah pretty much thats all. 1.3k wc.

a/n : im trying to get back into writing and ngl this is actually um for me since yknow, somebody has to keep writing for him. i decided to write for part two of this fics, you can read the first chap, but this could stand alone so you dont have to read the first, suit yourself. every like, comment and reblog are very appreciate, i hope you all enjoy this. and apologies if its suck. sorry.

colin holds your body tight, his fingertips pressing onto your back, afraid that his grip might slip if he loosens it even scarcely a little. your fearful thoughts, about his feelings possibly changing, his silence, and the thousand excuses he’d given are nothing compared to his fear of losing you. not again. he doesn’t want to be left again.

“i should be the one who say sorry. i was so stupid.”

you gently stroke his back with your hand, drawing gentle circles against his broad back before slowly pulling away from his embraces, however still in the same position, sitting side by side on the couch.

“you know i love you,” his voice sounds like a whimper, sad and desperate. do you know he loves you? for a split second, your mind assure you that he does, but the rest is filled with doubt about whether his heart is still truly yours.

“i got so caught up,” he crouched closely beside you, clearly unbothered about the fact that you just draw back from his body. “it’s been a really terrible time at work, i’m exhausted and became such a complete ass when you’re certainly trying to be just there for me, i’m so ungrateful. never thought about making you feel left out. i never meant to. i’m really sorry.”

you let him continue his monologue, listening and nodding all along. colin gently moves a strand of hair away from your face, slips it behind your ear. his gaze fixed on you, as if waiting for you to say something. “baby, look at me,” he says.

his brown eyes are flickering. even the lines at the corners of his eyes make him seems even more woeful. “i’ll take a day off, and we can do anything you want, together. what do you think?” you didn’t respond but it put a small smile on your face, and he returns it.

“maybe we can go to the new coffee shop with all the puppies you mentioned earlier, hm?”

no. it doesn’t feel exciting anymore.

“anything you want,” his grip on your waist becomes a little firm, lips lightly starts traveling your face, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and the tip of your nose. you remain silent. colin’s apologies have always been like this. his sorry was just like a routine, continuously repeating. there’s a long pause after those kisses drift across your face. you stay still, fidgeting with the thread in the edge of your shirt.

“let me make you feel better, yes?” he asks, slow and soft as possible. you haven’t even respond at that yet he makes another assertion “come on let me make it up to you” his eyes hungrily scanning your body and face, as if he tries to expose you. “baby, say something.” he sighed and took your face in his hands and turned it towards him.

hearing him saying how he wanted you for making a voice makes you frustrated. now that he talk. where was him all along?

“what do you want me to say?” your silky voice came out like a whisper.

“say you want me,”

he shoots you with his big brown eyes, serious but gentle. his hands start grabbing your hip making their way up slowly to your waist.

“…i want you,”

the smile emerges like a blooming flower, his eyes shone like someone actually got their first jackpot. colin pushes you slowly on the couch to make you more relax. his eyes never leave yours as he gets down and sit on the floor so now that his body perfectly wrapped in between your spread thighs.

“wait, here?” a short hesitation vibrates through your voice.

the unwillingness of waiting sparks through his expression. he nods and quickly unbuttoning your pants, working hard to pull it off. at that moment, the only thing that troubled your mind was, are you clean? like down there? and suddenly never in your entire life you have wanted to take a bath so bad.

in a blink, you have no idea where’s those fabric that supposed to cover up your private. he shamelessly leans his right cheek to your bush. it somewhat abashed you to witness him this way, clinging onto your thin curls and delicately spreading butterfly kisses across of it.

using his skillful jaw, he begins to get your thick lips apart to another. passionately making out with your fold in a very slow motion. he relentlessly hold your labia in his mouth, slightly biting and creating the most obscene sounds you have ever heard. there’s nothing you can do besides squirming and moaning, listen to the slurping sounds he made with your aching cunt.

he grasps your both thighs to prevent you from moving, face pressed to your abused pussy. he starts to add his talented tongue to play around, kitten-licking your clit causing you to jolt in surprise with intense pleasure. the smooth and sweet chuckle which leaving colin’s lips sending a sweet buzz inside, body jerking while gripping his shoulders hard.

“baby, stay still..” he speaks softly, lips still connected to your pussy which criminally doesn’t help to make you stay still at all.

“relax, enjoy it,” he continues to drown his face.

“c-colin…” body arching even more as you writhe, and that didn’t make him stop. he breaths a moan while vibrating his tongue inside you, and it feels like your head is consumed by a huge clouded cyclone.

his eyes flickering back and forth from your core up to your face, watching your reaction when he brutally gobble it up, sucking you as if a baby is suckling at their mama’s.

he starts pushing his two fingers inside you, pumping you slowly. the ecstasy sensation makes your toes curl once more, legs instinctively close, worry you might crush his head between your thighs.

“mm’ taste so good..” he mostly sounds so sweet and cute when talking, but this activity surely make him a bit different. he enjoys every respond you have made. your eyes light up and roll back uncontrollably, imagining those fingers as a violent flesh entering you with a sharp blow, touching your sweet spot over and over. thus makes you grab his hair hard and scream even harder.

“ah colin.. i’m close..”

he quicken the pace and the orgasm feels so much better when he does that. even after the long orgasm, colin still kissing you there. tasting every drop of your honeyed hot syrup that can cause him high, he definitely doesn’t wanna waste it.

“too much.. too much..” you choked and its like an electric shock escalates in every part of your body, hitting hard on your sternum. he smiles and slowly pulls away.

“i’m taking such a good care of my little girl,” he whispers, more like talking to himself rather than to you. the admiration sculptured on his face, another art that he proudly created. “you’re doing amazing, sweetheart,”

it almost makes you work up again listen to his mesmerizing voice, lips so close to your tired pussy, deliberately blowing the hot breath. he did that effortlessly, he always managed to get you work up so easily. the soreness ate your limbs and muscles you can’t move your body properly. the only thing you can do is just draw up a sluggish lazy smile.

“you okay? how was it?” still with a soft smile, a gazing wide brown eyes concerned towards you.

“hm..’mazing like always,” you both let out a little chuckle and he looks exceedingly satisfied.

“let me take you to bed, okay?” you nod and with a last strength you had, you open your arms to welcome him. he places your hands around his neck as he slips his big arms beneath your body, grab and scoop you up in one swing whilst he gets up. he affectionately kisses you on your temple before walking to your shared bed.

“good. i need to get you more comfortable,” you come up with nothing as you think about what’s gonna happen next, whether he’ll let you rest or he’ll take his turn, either way you’d end up take it gladly.

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yes-divine-ruler · 2 years ago

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Mixed Signals - Colin Zabel

cw: vaginal sex, fingering

keywords: jealousy, mixed signals, work colleagues, car sex

wc: 2.3k

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"So who's driving?" Your work colleague, Colin, stuck the keys out in front of him, shaking them in his hand with a smile on his face.

You shook your head in amusement, and shoved the keys back into his chest.

"You're driving," you clarified, stepping away from in front of him to move towards the passenger side of the car.

Colin chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, before he joined you in the car behind the wheel. He slipped the keys into the ignition and started the car.

"Where are we going again?" He asked, letting the car warm up with his phone in hand, ready to type in the address for the directions.

"4561 West Street," you put down the piece of paperwork with the address of your witness, and clasped your seatbelt across your body.

"Music?" Colin pulled out of the parking lot, and began the journey to your destination.

“Yeah,” you found yourself distracted by your phone as it pinged with messages.

You were going on a date tonight with a guy you’d met at the pub in town. He seemed nice and you thought it may take your mind off the man who sat next to you, shifting the gears of the car so seamlessly with his big, veiny hands.

Colin glanced at you as your eyes stayed stuck to your phone screen, and he found himself frowning.

“Who you texting?” Colin couldn’t help but be nosy as he turned down the song that was playing on the radio. He tried to keep his emotions at bay, but he couldn’t help thinking you were messaging another guy with the way your cheeks blushed red after every, very irritating, ping from your phone.

You looked up from your phone abruptly, a small smile playing on your lips as you registered the slight envy in his tone. You’d tried your hardest to narrow your feelings for Colin down to a work crush, but hearing the jealousy in his voice had your stomach doing flips. He was full of mixed signals, and they were slowly driving you insane.

“No one,” you teased, sliding your phone into the front pocket of your jeans and opting to stare out the window.

Not satisfied with your answer, Colin hummed quietly, blanketing the rest of the car ride in a tense silence.

It wasn’t long before you both pulled up outside the witness’s house. Sitting in another moment of silence, you both unclasped your seatbelts.

“Got everything?” Colin asked, clearing his throat as he opened the car door. Without realising you nodded, before squeaking out a small “yes”.

Colin came around to your side of the car, opening the door for you and reaching by your feet to pick up the paperwork. In the midst of collecting his belongings, Colin’s fingers brushed over your shin, sending a small jolt of electricity through your core. Maybe it was the tense, awkward silence that had you all riled up, because suddenly you were feeling very hot for Colin and those fingers.

You get out slowly behind him, and pace a foot away from him to the front door. Colin takes charge, knocking on the door in three sharp knocks, before settling down beside you. His broad, clothed shoulder brushes with yours and like clockwork another jolt surges through your body.

This wasn’t the time or place for your body to start reacting to Colin’s touch, and it definitely won’t help you keep a straight face in the interview.

“Mrs Wright? I’m detective Colin Zabel, and this is my partner, Y/N. We’re here to ask you a few questions, as previously discussed over the phone,” Colin spoke so confidently, his lips curling up into a smile as she allowed you both into the house.

The interview was tense, and you think even Mrs Wright picked up on it. You’d situated yourselves next to each-other on the love seat in her formal living room, your knees only lightly touching. It was still enough to have your head in this weird spin that made it super hard for you to concentrate on the conversation. Colin didn’t seem bothered by any of the physical contact you were making, and it reminded you why you were trying to date other people in the first place. He was too hard to read, and he’d made no advance on you despite all of your very obvious flirting.

“Thanks, Mrs Wright. We’ll make sure to keep in touch,” you shot Mrs Wright a small smile before the door was closed, and you were back on your way to the car.

“That was… informative,” Colin makes a small comment before he lets out a soft chuckle, sitting in the drivers seat and starting the car. You said nothing in response, following behind him and sitting in your designated seat.

“You’re being weirdly quiet,” Colin observed, his eyes narrowing into small slits as he gazed at you.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you gazed out the window.

“Hey,” Colin reaches over and places a reassuring hand on your thigh, but all it does is frustrate you further. The heat from his palm radiates through the denim of your jeans, and despite your turmoil, you could still feel the electricity from his touch.

You look over at Colin who still hasn’t moved his hand, staring at you with a confused and slightly worried expression on his face.

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired. That’s all,” Colin may be ignorant most of the time, but he knew enough to know that “just tired” always had a deeper meaning.

“Was it the interview?” He pried, his thumb soothingly brushing over your thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat as you quickly glance down at his hand.

“No,” you sigh loudly, debating whether you should just spit it out or not.

“Then tell me,” Colin’s tone is soft and you knew he only had the best intentions.

A tinge of courage washes over you, and you find yourself moving his hand off your leg. Colin’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, and as he opens his mouth to speak, you cut him off.

“Colin I- I just don’t get it. One minute you’re acting like we’re strictly work friends and the next you’re prying to see who I’m texting and rubbing my thigh. I’m confused, Colin, because every-time I see you I get butterflies, and sometimes I think you feel the same, but most of the time I think you’re not even thinking about me that way.”

Terrified by what you just said and the reaction you’ll receive, your shaking hand comes up to cover your mouth. You weren’t expecting to be so brash, or to be so honest. Months of bottling up emotions can do that to a person.

As if your worst fears were coming true, all Colin does it start the car and reverse out of Mrs Wright’s driveway. You watch in desperation as his jaw clenches, and it seems like he’s driving so much faster than he usually does. He always played by the books.

“Colin I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget about it okay? Please slow down, I’m-” the car suddenly comes to a halt in an empty parking lot, cutting your sentence in half.

Everything is happening so fast, one moment you’re pouring your heart out to your work colleague and the next his lips are on yours.

His lips are so soft. They dance with yours to the beat of a silence drum. His big hands cup your face and pull you impossibly closer to him, before he’s pulling away.

“What?” You’re in absolute shock as Colin offers you a lopsided smile, his palms still planted firmly on your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, was that a bit much? I just couldn’t hold it in any longer,” Colin’s eyes were shining so brightly you almost missed how dilated his pupils were.

You respond by joining your lips in another heated kiss, unclasping your seatbelt and leaning into him. Colin happily obliged because he’s never been good with words, and he just so badly wanted to kiss you right now.

Your tongue sneaks passed his lips, exploring his mouth with desperation and need. Colin’s tongue dances with yours as his hands leave your face, running down the sides of your body to your hips. He begins tugging you forward, and you pick up on what he’s putting down, and climb over the centre console and into his lap. Your chest is pressed tightly to his as he slides the driver’s seat back, giving you more room to move.

Straddling his hips, you sit directly on the hardened tent in the front of his pants, your heat rubbing against him and satiating your deepest desires. This can’t really be happening right now, this has to be a dream.

Colin’s lips detach from yours with a sticky smack before he’s littering the side of your neck in soft, wet, open mouth kisses. The first moan escapes your throat, and Colin feeds off it like it’s his last meal.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Colin whispers against your neck, before he’s taking off your shirt.

“Me too,” you whisper back, your head lolling back as his warm hands cup your breasts over your lace bra.

“I’m so glad you told me, fuck, I’m an idiot,” Colin cursed himself as you work to unbutton his shirt, eager to see the toned chest and abs he was hiding underneath.

The images you’d created in your head weren’t even close to the real thing, because he was so much hotter than anything you ever could’ve imagined.

“You’re not an idiot,” you spoke breathlessly, gasping as Colin undoes your button and fly and slides his fingers into your panties.

“Holy shit,” Colin groans, his fingertips reaching between your slick folds, “you’re soaking wet.”

“I’ve been thinking about you since we started this morning,” you giggle, as Colin finally pushes a single digit inside you.

Your head spins as Colin works his finger inside you, eventually pushing in two, stretching you out in a way no one else had. His fingers curl upwards, meeting with that spongey spot inside you that has your toes curling in your shoes. He touched you so good you were afraid you’d cum right there.

“Fuck, I need these off, get in the backseat,” Colin was finding it hard to find the words to speak from how worked up he was.

You climb into the backseat, taking the time Colin takes to join you by ridding of your jeans and panties.

Colin sits in the middle seat, with his boxers and pants around his ankles and his hard cock flush against his stomach.

You do a double take, not believing how big he is. Could he get any more irresistible.

“Come here,” Colin guides you back onto his lap, but you’re needing to feel him inside you.

“Can I sit on it?” You ask seductively, leaving a quick kiss on his lips before your hand is wrapping around the base.

“You can do whatever you want with it,” Colin replies, biting his lip in anticipation to fill you to the brim.

You spit down directly on his tip, using your hand to lather your saliva down his shaft, before you’re guiding it towards your needy cunt.

Nothing could have prepared you for the stretch as you slowly sink down on Colin’s cock, noticing the way his breathing quickens with every inch that you swallow up.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Colin speaks between grit teeth, his hands gripping onto the flesh of your hips like vices as you lift yourself up for the first time, and slam back down on him.

“Oh my god,” your vowels are all drawn out as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You could both be in heaven for all you knew, this is definitely what heaven feels like.

“You feel fucking incredible, you’re so fucking hot,” Colin breathes out, feeling every pulse of your gummy walls hug him in a way that almost has him on the edge.

You begin moving your body, rising and falling on his cock, letting it fill you completely before it’s almost all out.

Colin begins rutting his hips upwards, lifting himself off the seat and angling his hips in such a way that it hits all the right spots.

“I’m so close,” so breath out, burying your head in his neck and clutching onto the shirt hairs on his head.

“Cum for me baby,” Colin coos, the slap of his balls against you and the squelch of your cunt driving you over the edge.

You thighs shake around his as you finish on his cock, tightly clenching around him like you didn’t want him to leave.

Colin only has to thrust a few more times before he’s finishing inside you, letting out the most animalistic moan as he cums.

You rock your hips, letting his orgasm wash over him in its entirety, before your face to face and the moment is over.

“The windows are so foggy,” you giggle, reaching out and drawing a heart on the glass. Colin lets out a breathy laugh, trying to catch his breath back as he too leans over to draw on the window.

“We just had sex? Really?” You whine, your hands placed securely on his muscly shoulders as you lift yourself off him.

“What? It’s true,” Colin cheeses, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest.

“I guess we should talk now,” you tilt your head to the side in question as Colin curtly nods his head, letting out another laugh.

“Okay, but, I think you have everything you need to know now. Meaning: you can tell that guy you were messaging earlier that you won’t be making it to dinner.”

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