#detective zabel

[lostreverb]

i have a type i fear...

[booboodaddysblog]

Evan will play the role of Detective Drew Foster, who is a task force leader in the Beauty Crimes division. He will deal with a case of spontaneous combustion in people who have been infected with Beauty (a new sexually transmitted disease). His wife Janna has also been infected, and he will become infected from her.

The series will be based on comic books by Jeremy Haun and Jason A. Hurley.

Modern society is obsessed with outward beauty. What if there was a way to guarantee you could become more and more beautiful every day? What if it was a sexually transmitted disease? In the world of The Beauty, physical perfection is only one sexual encounter away. The vast majority of the population has taken advantage of it, but Detectives Vaughn and Foster will soon discover it comes at a terrible cost. Now, they'll have to find their way past corrupt poiticians, vengeful federal agents, and a terrifying mercenary out to collect the price on their heads.

[layla4567]

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.

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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

[marchsfreakshow]

I need to make Colin Zabel a father immediately.

[doll3tt33]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer ♡

(colin zabel x under arrest!reader)

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

Wordcount: 5.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhh….”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sit Down (Colin Zabel x Reader smut)

Word count: 1.3k

warnings: oral (m receiving), handjob, literally just reader giving Colin a sweet ass blowjob because he’s super stressed out from work. Not proofread so that’s honestly the biggest warning.

Colin Zabel was in many ways, seasoned in life. A detective, having seen his fair share of awful situations and people, more than most would see in their entire lives. He saw the worst of humanity on a daily basis but it never pulled the smile from his face. Maybe he was meant for this job, because it never seemed to affect him.

Well.. For a while, but it was beginning to drain him now, after months and months with no break it was taking more of a toll on him than he thought. 

But Colin being the person he was just refused to take a break. It was infuriating at times as well as being admirable. Being his girlfriend was no small feat, but you did love him more than anything.

The only thing that confused you was how strange he was with intimacy. You’d had sex a few times but never much foreplay and he hardly let you touch him. You just chalked it up to him wanting to be in control, but the longer it went on, you realized it was more than that… Was your charming detective possibly, perhaps… Inexperienced in the bedroom?

Not like it mattered to you, but you wanted him to be comfortable trying new things with you and feeling like he was able to talk to you about it all.

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The second he walked through the door after work, you knew something was up. He was grumpy, standoffish and just looked irritated. 

“Colin, would you please talk to me?” You said, sighing softly as you watched him pace across the expanse of your shared living room and kitchen. It was making you dizzy just watching him.

“There’s nothing to talk about babe I don’t know what you want me to say-“ He spoke, shaking his head and running a hand through his short brown hair, something he seemed to do more often when he was stressed. 

Your eyes shot daggers at him as he shook his head once more, still pacing. He was obviously stressed and talking wasn’t going to work. He’d been stuck at work and doing so much extra that he needed some sort of break. Talking didn’t seem to be going anywhere so the next lap he made around the couch you pulled him down, sitting on his lap to keep him still.

Colin, obviously startled and shocked, looked up at you with confusion “what’re you doing?” He asked, brows furrowed as his hands instinctively found their way to your plush hips.

You didn’t stay there for long and began to explain as you got on your knees in front of him, taking off his belt as he just sat there in shock, unable to form a few words let alone a single sentence.

“You’re so stressed, you need to find a way to get it all out. I have a hypothesis, this might help. Go with me on this, yeah?”

Colin, already breathless, just nodded. Finally he wasn’t pulling away from you, finally was letting you do what you so badly had wanted to do for months.

You undid his belt and pulled it slowly out of each loop before tossing it to the ground. You then popped the button and zipper on his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers.

He was surprisingly very hard already despite you having barely done anything. This was your confirmation that he did in fact need and want this.

Colin bit his bottom lip at the first contact of your hand to his cock, stroking over the velvety soft skin that covered his hard on, an indescribable feeling, soft yet hard at the same time.

You let your thumb graze across the tip of his cock, picking up some of his sticky pre-cum along the way as you rubbed over the slit slightly, watching the liquid spread across your thumb and the head of his cock.

Colin groaned above you, unable to keep in his noises as he sat up a bit taller, trying and failing to compose himself as you slowly leaned down to press the lightest of kisses to his throbbing cock.

He mewled, hips barely arching up in search of more. He needed more of it and he never wanted it to stop. 

A few more kisses and you explored further, gathering the saliva on the tip of your tongue and watching as it slowly dripped onto his cock, sliding down the thick length until it reached his balls.

He shivered, adams apple bobbing as you took the tip fully into your mouth, sucking on it enthusiastically, moaning at the masculine taste that just was Colin.

“Fuck- oh Jesus-“ He threw his head back, putting his hand over his face, chest heaving heavily as his cock twitched in your mouth. With the way he was reacting it caused you to wonder if he’d ever actually gotten a blowjob before.

Your lips slowly slid farther down his length, taking him until it hit the back of your throat. You came back up for air before going down once more, setting a steady pace as you bobbed your head, hand reaching to gently fondle his balls which caused him to whimper.

You pressed sloppy kisses across his engorged cock as you spoke, “my poor detective, look at you, so backed up, huh? Needed this didn’t you?” He nodded pathetically “I wanna hear you say it baby.” You gave his balls a gentle squeeze. A warning.

“Oh! Oh god yes I needed it! Please fuck! Gentle baby, they're so sensitive!” He huffed out, muscles in his legs tending as he gritted his teeth.

You chuckled softly, resuming your actions to his cock, going further and gagging on him this time.

Colin moaned at not only the sound of you choking on his cock but the feeling of your warm wet mouth around him. It was truly heaven. He could die like this and be happy.

A blush painted his cheeks in a crimson flush as he tried hard to hold himself back, already feeling close. And honestly, who could blame him?

You sensed the change in him and decided to just push him further to the point of no return. Letting your tongue trace the prominent veins that stretched across his cock, throbbing with each lick.

“Such a good boy, such a good detective-“ you purred, your hand once more rubbing across his balls before stroking the base of his cock. Any second now. Any second and he would fall apart.

“Y-yeah fuck- I’m a good boy- your g-good boy-“ he gasped out, too far gone to even be embarrassed by how needy he was at the moment. He just wanted this feeling to last forever.

“Such a pretty cock, needed me so so bad-“ you traced over the tip of him with the pad of your finger and he trembled even harder.

“You’re holding back, I think you know what I want. Cum for me”. You spoke, picking up speed with your strokes.

“Cum for me detective-“

And that was all it took for Colin to finally cum into your mouth and across your face in long, thick strokes of off white milky liquid. You swallowed as much as you could before wiping your face, checking up on Colin to make sure he was doing alright.

He blinked down at you with a lazy smile on his lips. He looked and probably felt completely fucked out. 

“Jesus baby- I love you- come here- let me return the favor-“ He spoke, using all his remaining strength to pull you up into his lap to practically drag your pants and underwear off of your figure.

You hadn’t intended for your night to go this way, but you definitely weren’t complaining. 

[lacucarachapisser]

invisible string colin zabel x gn! reader

a/n : had this idea long long ago and finally had time to finish it and thankyou @doll3tt33 your invisible string colin! bot still one of my fav. say i have no idea how forensic and police work i just thought this makes sense so lol just ignore it lmao. this is purely fluff and awkward uninteresting whatever only use y/n for once also apologies if theres any grammatical errors english isnt my first. sorry. i love colin zabel. 1.3k wc.

every time you cope with all the paperwork, your mind is filled with various worries. well, it's nothing new for you because as always, you just want everything to be easier, though it'll almost occupying your mind all week. this is the moment you realize that one of the papers your team is trying to identify is missing. or maybe it's misplaced? how many times have you flipped through that document?

you let out a deep sigh, hoping to relax your mind a bit. if it's really gone, the only option is to ask for a copy of the document that detective colin zabel brought this morning. you don't even know who he is. just a name in a card. maybe you'll send him an e-mail or just go right to the station? It's not a big deal, really, it's just that you want your document to be nice and neat.

the clock ticking sounds too damn loud— it's too late to continue. there's no reason to stay any longer, so you decide to go home. you shut down your computer and lock the lab door. the night is cold and the fog melt obsecured the figure behind every window, though your throat feels so hot and dry. as you walk down the stairs, there are still a few people lingering in the building, and you find yourself standing in front of the vending machine.

colin is busy with his phone whilst sipping a can of dr. pepper. he glances at you as you stand there for a while. eventually, your eyes meet with his.

stranger. no smile or anything.

colin returns his focus to his phone, and you realize you've been holding a can of dr. pepper.

a few days later, you decide to visit a coffee shop that just had its grand opening. it feels good and sipping a cup of coffee makes you sober, and as sober mean a horrible thought accured to you. shitty missing document. there’s still no reply from detective colin zabel to your e-mail. it's unbelievable how a nice coffee only exists to be sabotaged by a small trouble on your thought.

and there he is. a man at the vending machine. you discreetly glance at him while he holds his coffee and seems to recognize you as well. no smile, he just leaves without saying a word.

do you believe in fate? now you do cause you accidentally run into him, again, while you do your grocery. this time, your eyes meet for almost five seconds until you decide to smile at him. he returns your smile and then continues walking.

is that it? you wish you could just bump your cart into him and say hi.

a few weeks later, you finally meet him again under a better circumstances— at emily’s wedding— your friend’s wedding.

“may i?” that’s the first time you hear his voice, friendly and gentle, he aims the chair beside you. you turn to him and see him smiling with dimples on his cheeks. gosh he’s beautiful.

“sure,” you take a deep breath and began to adjust your sit for no reason. fuck. you know that you're gonna make this awkward.

“you here for emily?” he asks, sitting comfortably with his legs crossed.

“yeah,” you nod. “how do you know?” you furrow your brow with suspicious look while he just shrugs and smiles.

“i just guessed. i saw you talking to her a lot.”

“a lot, huh.” you both laugh. sure, you talked to emily a lot, or was he just watching you a lot? “what about you?”

“i’m here for brad,” ah... the groom’s friend. “a colleague.”

that reminds you of your conversation with brad, where you asked about detective colin zabel, who hadn’t responded to your e-mail. but brad just said the detective was busy. maybe you could ask this man.

“oh, so.... you’re a cop?” you nod, confirming your assumption.

“something like that, yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck, which you’re a hundred percent sure doesn’t itch. this was fair enough. now it makes you less worried you might ruined it because you too damn awkward.

“cool. and i’ve seen you… a few times before.”

“yeah,” he chuckles, “we’ve bumped into each other.... a few times.”

there’s a brief moment of silence, with neither of you saying a word. only the sound of breathing and the slow music revolves around. so, you decide to open the conversation again.

“do you know detective colin zabel?” you ask, turning your head to him. colin's heart skips a beat when you mention his name, and he looks at you with a silly grin.

“yeah... yes, i do. what about it?”

“oh nothing," you keep your eyes to your feet before you continue. "it’s just that i sent him an e-mail a few weeks ago." here you go, sort of like an easy shortcut to just blabbering about your work to stranger. a bad habit. "well, i don’t know him but i work at the forensic lab and i was sorting through some documents. it seems like one got misplaced in the copy i sent to him. brad said he’s always busy.”

“oh…” colin's face suddenly turns red, and he vaguely remembers the document.

“is he always that busy?” you ask.

“….yeah, always. uh yeah… not really,” colin responds shortly.

“it’s been weeks, and i’ve e-mailed him three times with no reply. i dont know, it shouldn't be hard to be a little..... cooperative?" the last word came out like whisper yet playful and your words made colin laugh a bit strange. wow.. he is having fun. “called dick for a reason i guess,” you say it nonchalantly and it makes colin laugh harder this time. you can’t help but laugh with him.

“yeah, uncooperative dick,” he nods. it’s almost funny to you that you hope this conversation will lead to both of you guys rambling about work. wow adulthood.

“see?” your eyes search his eyes excitingly, as if you wait for him to continue. “are all detective like that?”

colin shook his head without saying anything. he studied your face without even realize it could make you uncomfortable. you inhale deeply when eyes to eyes connected, heat start to creep your cheeks.

“sorry, i uh… i didn’t mean to....vent?”

“nah, it’s okay, no worries.” he shakes his head sheepishly. “i’ll make sure he replies to your e-mail tomorrow.”

“really?”

“really.”

his eyes are so dark yet comforting.

“thanks. i’m y/n, by the way.”

“i’m colin. colin zabel.”

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and that’s it. wish you can just run away fast and leave the earth. embarrassment weighs heavily on your mind and your smile disappeared instantly.

“you’re joking.”

“am not.”

“oh god.”

you lower your head and hide your face in the palm of your hands, as you try to cover up your sin. “hey, it’s fine. sorry for being uncooperative… dick,” he’s still chuckling, and there was a definite tone of teasing in it.

“jesus now you tell me,” you mumble.

“okay, okay now, listen to me.” he tries to remove your hands from your face. “i’m—”

“wait. no, me. i am sorry” his big masculin hands enveloped yours and you found yourself blushing and so was shy to face him. you didn’t even realize you just interrupted him.

“well— okay, now we’re both sorry,” he nods reassuring and for a few seconds, his hand still holds yours. clearly this thick tension gonna be one of your newest core memory. probably his too?

“…so embarrassing.” you shake your head a little and murmur almost like to yourself.

“i know, but it’s nice to finally know you.”

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another notes: thankyou so much for reading this. sorry i took your precious time for this shitty writing thing. every like comment and reblog are appreciate<3

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secret santa | colin zabel

CHRISTMAS ADVENT - DAY FIVE

・❥・summary: its secret santa time at work and luckily you get your boyfriend colin's name・❥・word count: 1.1k・❥・authors note: merry christmas!! here's some colin fluff for you guys because this man deserves all the happiness in the world. you can join my taglist here!

The whole station was abuzz with excitement. The annual Secret Santa draw was taking place, people rushing around the office with tiny little slips of paper in their hands with the name of the person they had to get a gift for. As your hand rummaged around in the small, brown sack the names were in, you prayed that you got the one name you wanted. It was a long shot especially with how many people worked at the station but maybe this time fate would be on your side. Finally, your fingers plucked out a slip of paper, holding it against your chest for a moment before you brought it up to your face, making sure nobody else could see.

Colin Zabel.

There his name was written in his neat handwriting – the letters curved in all the right places. It was just so him. You had to fight the smile threatening to creep onto your lips as to not give away whose name you had got. If anyone saw the elation on your face they would instantly know who it was. Everyone in the station knew how crazy you were about Detective Colin Zabel. Just as crazy as he was about you. There wasn’t a moment through the day where his eyes didn’t scan the bullpen just to catch a glimpse of you – his heart rate picking up the second he did.

The relationship between the two of you was new. Well, you’d been dating for about three months now but anyone who laid eyes on either of you knew how in love you already were. People often thought falling in love early was a bad thing but not you. In your mind it was a sign that you’d found your person and you were so certain Colin was your person. Never in your life had you fallen so hard and fast for someone. The second you’d started working at the station, it had been hook, line and sinker the second Colin had introduced himself.

Colin hadn’t been looking for anything – his heart closed off after his ex had left him that fateful day. But, when he saw you it was like the sun shone in his world again. Everything seemed brighter, more livelier. He found himself smiling more often especially when you were around or when he thought about you. His heart was irrevocably yours. He just hadn’t found the courage to tell you that. His self esteem wasn’t the best. What if you weren’t in as deep as him? What if it ended up like his last relationship? He knew he shouldn’t dwell on thoughts like that but he couldn’t help it. Colin was a pessimist. It was unfortunate but the world had molded him that way. Though, with you around, he could see himself becoming more positive, more open to accepting that things weren’t all bad.

“Who’d you get?” The familiar voice brought you out of your daydream, turning to face Colin. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest. You saw the tiny slip of paper in his fingers, too.

“Can’t tell you,” you grinned. “What about you?”

Colin took a step forward, his body mere inches from yours as he mimicked your words. “Can’t tell you.” He leaned down, pecking you on the lips. It was work hours so he was strictly professional but he couldn’t help but sneak a quick kiss in there. You were just so captivating.

Finding the perfect gift for Colin hadn’t been an easy task but you’d realised that he’d love anything you got him. He wasn’t the type of person who liked big, grand gestures. Something simple and thoughtful was more his style so hopefully he’d love what you’d got him. Stepping into work that day was probably the most nervous you’d ever been. In your hand you carried the gift bag with the gift in it, heart pounding against your ribcage as you walked towards his office. You peeked through the small window in the door to make sure he was alone before knocking and stepping inside. The door closed behind you, the noise making Colin look up from his desk. The second his eyes saw you stood there with rosy cheeks and a nervous smile on your face, he broke out into a smile of his own. His eyes shone with nothing but adoration for you as he stepped out from behind his desk. 

“I was coming to find you later,” he said softly, his lips finding yours in a slow, gentle kiss. The pad of his thumb brushed against your cheek. “You okay?”

You nodded. “Mhm. I… uh… well, I was your secret santa.”

Colin’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

“Yeah and… um… it’s not much but I wanted you to have something that you could keep with you and that you could look at on the days when you’re struggling and know that there's always someone here that…lo-loves you.” You stumbled on your words, cheeks heating up yet again as you finally said that four letter word. Maybe it was too soon but you didn’t care. This beautiful man deserved to know how you felt; he deserved to know that someone loved him.

Colin felt the butterflies in his stomach flare up. Had you just said you loved him? Had he heard you right? It was now his turn to stumble over his words. “You- you love me?”

“Of course I do,” you laughed nervously, taking his hand in your free one. “How could I not? You’re kind, smart, always looking out for me, you respect me more than anyone else and you’re pretty nice to look at, too. Here’s your gift. Merry Christmas, Colin.”

Colin took the bag off you. He looked at you before he pulled it open, pulling out a small scrapbook. As he flipped through the pages, it was full of memories of the last few months you’d spent together. Photographs, your own little anecdotes – it was perfect. Colin had never felt his heart so full of joy. “This… this is amazing. I don’t know what to say… but…” He dashed back to his desk, opening his drawer and pulling out a small wrapped box. “I was your Secret Santa.”

Opening the gift, you almost gasped as you saw what was inside – a silver locket. Inside the locket was a photo of the two of you, an engraving on the back saying ‘forever yours, C’. Tears pricked at your eyes. “Colin…”

“I love you, too. I know it’s early and I know I’m a bit of a mess sometimes but you’re my whole world, baby. Merry Christmas. I can’t wait to spend so many more seeing this smile on your face,” he wiped away the tears that had begun to fall down your cheeks. They were happy tears. You felt like the luckiest person in the entire world.

As Colin’s lips met yours again, his arms encircled around your waist as he pulled you flush against him, you knew that Christmas was going to be your favourite holiday from now on as long as you had Colin by your side.

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Five more minutes..

Collin Zabel x Reader

Tags: New Year’s Eve, late night work, officer!reader, Zabel’s partner at work, fluff, sleepy Colin, pretty short

A/n: I only had a one person read this and it might be a little shit but idk I thought it was cute even if it’s a little rushed

You’d been on the steak out for fifteen hours and Collin was getting restless. Being away from his house for so long tended to drive him crazy and you knew just how weird he could get. “How come they keep getting away?” He was reviewing the file again, and again, you couldn’t take it anymore. His instant rambles about this detail or the other, but it was all that had been soothing him. “Let me…” he reread the address again, and his face went pale. His eyes stiffly turned to you, followed by his head, “What was the address you said we were supposed to watch, again?”

You huffed, frustrated by his asking, “Why? Questioning my reading skills, detective?” Your face pulled into a sour frown, “East St. Queen’s street, 13986.” Your eyes met his and you went pale too. “….why.. are you questioning my reading skills…” your faces turned awkward.

“Yes. Yes I am … questioning your reading skills.” He grit his teeth as he spoke and dragged his finger up to the address on file. Your eyes followed his finger as it landed just below West st. Queen’s street. “You are very lucky you’re so pretty.” He pinched between his eyes and took a deep breath, picking up his radio and dialing into the station’s frequency, “this is Detective Zabel,” …. “Yeah.. yeah. We’re on the other side of town. Give this case to someone else, I’m going home.” He sighed, putting his radio down and stretching. He put the car into reverse and pulled out of the abandoned lot you had been waiting in, headed down to the high way and back to the precinct to get into his own car.

As you pulled onto the highway and into the bustling traffic, he put a hand on your thigh, rubbing circles onto your skin through your uniform. “I’m sorry, Co- detective..” you took hold of his hand and intertwined your fingers gently, “it was a foolish mistake, it won’t happen again.” Colin sighed, thumb still tracing as he drove silently down the highway.

Once back at the precinct Colin opened your door and you both went back inside, he plopped the keys to the borrowed car back into his locker and returned the case file to his boss before clocking out. You followed in suit, clocking out and changing back into your civilian clothes, Colin blushed when he saw your outfit. It was his favorite, and the colors brought attention to your eyes in a way he always fell for. “Wow..” he whispered it, as if anything louder would cause you to disappear, “you look.. astonishing..” he took your hand and the two of you left for home.

“I can’t believe it’s almost New Year.” Your attention was on the road but your mind was elsewhere, thinking about what was going to be made, who’s family you’d see, and so on, “just four hours til 2025” you waited for a response, turning to look at him when you finally came to a stop light. He was asleep, eyes fluttering and mouth slightly open, he looked peaceful. Almost angelic in the dim sunlight shinning through the windshield. “You’re a goof..” you sighed out, and sat the rest of the car ride home in silence.

You gently shook Colin after pulling into the driveway of your abode, he groaned with every shake eyes squeezing shut as he fought you to just sleep in the car. “Stop, lemme..” his words were slurred and lazy, the hours straight staring at the same building must have worn him out. “Mmnnhh..” his eyes opened slightly as he slumped up, “okay..” he yawned, “I’m going..” you helped him up the steps to your bedroom and before you could even suggest taking off his shoes, he flopped down and fell right back asleep.

You chuckled, untying his shoes and placing them at the door before getting yourself into pajamas and climbing into bed with him. “Honey… “he trailed off, wrapping an arm around your waist as you settled against the bed frame, “..milk..” you turned the TV on, flicking until you landed on the last two hours of the Law and Order marathon before the channels switched over and the count down started. Colin was tossing in his sleep, grabbing at you with a twisted look on his face as he grumbled and relaxed; you pet his hair, smoothing and combing the knots and fly aways as you cooed and hushed him.

The hours passed quickly with each episode until 11:59 was painted the TV screen and your crime show became the bustling streets of New York. You shook at Colin for the second time that night, and his eyes opened lazily as he recognized the time on the television. He looked slightly horrified as he stared at the counting numbers 11:59:23, he shot up, scrambling out of the bed and dashing to the kitchen. 11:59:35 “shit!” He exclaimed, you could hear his pounding feet searching the apartment. You giggled at his frustration, 11:59:45, he came back into the bedroom. He was exasperated and tore through his bedside dresser. 10! The tv called out, “Baby.” he was sweaty, out of breath, 9! You turned to him, down on one knee on his side of the bed, your eyes widened. 8!

“Colin..” your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest. 7! The tv called out, “what’s .. what’re you doing?” He just smiled at you, knowingly. 6! His eyes were soft and expectant , 5! “Colin I’m serious.” You smiled too, heart and stomach awake with butterflies.

4! “Will you, please,” 3! He chuckled, “make me the happiest man in the world..” 2! His eyes met yours, “and marry me?” 1! The tv was ablaze with light as the ball fell, fireworks outside startled you into reality as Colin pulled out and popped open a small box.

You smiled, tears filling your eyes, “Yes!! Of course I will.”

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My bad guys this probably sucks but I wanted to put something out for new years and this was all I could think of!!

[lostreverb]

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!

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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

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The Beauty

Warnings: smut, love talking, overthinking, little curses

Detective Drew Foster's character based on a comic book series by Jeremy Haun and Jason A. Hurley.

Words: 2254

It was one o'clock in the morning. Drew sighed heavily, loosened his tie. He put the gun down on the nightstand. He looked at the upturned figure of his wife. Janna suddenly turned in his direction.

- Oh... you're awake. I thought, I wouldn't wake you up. Shit. Sorry, babe - he took off his jacket and put it on a chair.

- You weren't kidding when you said you'd be back late. But, no, I was awake. I was waiting for you. You know I can't sleep without you - she held out her hand to him - I missed you, come to me - she smiled sweetly.

Drew smiled and shrugged his shoulders, rubbing his neck.

- Yeah, well... work had other plans today. But I'm already here, by your side - his eyes darkened as he inched closer to her and his lips brushed her ear - hmm… how about we skip the chat and get straight to something more fun?

- Oh, aren't you tired? - Janna asked, sliding her finger along the buttons of his shirt.

Drew giggled quietly, drawing circles with his fingers on her bare skin.

- Tired? Maybe a little. But darling, you light up my whole world. Your touch, your smell... it lights up every cell in my body. This dance… I will never get tired of. So let's dance the tango until dawn, my love. Who needs sleep when we have each other?

- Maybe first let's talk about how your day went? Was it really that bad? I didn't see any news on TV about this new case - she said still stroking his chest.

He furrowed his brow, stepping back slightly.

- It's complicated... There's a lot going on. But I promise you that I will deal with it. I won't let this matter get out of hand. Everything will be fine. So why don't we leave my work behind for now? Today is about us, okay? Let's focus on ourselves instead - he seemed slightly annoyed.

- Baby, but of course I believe that you can handle this case. You are the best, and so are your people in the department.

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her gently.

- Thank you, my love. It means a lot to me. And now let's forget about everything else. Just you and me... naked. No past, no future... just now.

- Ohhh… you’re so stubborn - she laughed a little - so what do you have for me tonight? - she bites her lower lip.

Drew smiled, reaching out to gently lift her chin.

- Hmm... how about I show you instead of telling you? After all, actions speak louder than words. So close your eyes and get ready for a wild ride, baby.

Janna silently nodded her head. She closed her eyes and waited for his next move. She felt his slender fingers move across her chest and slowly strip her of her silk nightgown. He leaned over her and whispered quietly in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

- Trust me, my love. I won't let you fall asleep.

- I trust you 100% and I am all yours.

He murmured. Her words fueled his desire.

- Good girl. You are mine now. Every inch of you belongs to me.

- I can't wait - her eyes sparkled with excitement.

He fell passionately into her mouth, his hands firmly grasped her waist.

- All right, if that's what you want. Hold on tight!

Suddenly he lifted her off the bed and she felt herself standing on the floor. Drew began to turn her in a slow dance. Her laughter filled the whole room.

- You're crazy! - Janna couldn't stop laughing.

He laughed feeling her laughter vibrate in his chest.

- That's music to my ears, my love. But I haven't yet shown how crazy I am about you.

- Show me!

With a devilish grin, he jumped on the bed, pulling her with him.

- Hold on tight, baby!

As soon as they were on the bed again, he grabbed her around the waist and turned her around so that she was under him.

- Now, where were we? - he asked, and his eyes lit up with desire - Oh yes, it was time for something pleasant!

Drew looked deeply into her eyes, and the intensity of his gaze made her breathless. He slowly leaned in, gently brushing his lips against hers.

- So beautiful... - he whispered softly.

His hands moved over her body, caressing every curve with tender precision. Passion between them flared like wildfire, consuming everything in its path.

As Drew's fingers danced on her skin, she felt her body tremble under his touch. He quickly sensed what his beloved wanted. He positioned himself between her legs. With a gentle thrust, he slid into her, both of them moaning under the strong sensation. Their hips began to sway in perfect harmony, creating a rhythm that spoke louder than words.

Each movement sent waves of pleasure that pushed them closer and closer toward the edge. Desperately cuddling against each other, they rushed through the storm together, lost in a torrent of passion. Under the influence of the moment, Drew once again sank into her parted lips, swallowing her cries of ecstasy as she neared her peak.

As he continued his movements inside her hot interior, he felt her body tighten around him. He moaned loudly, realizing it wouldn't last long. He accelerated his movements, thrusting deeper into her with each thrust. Her breathing became erratic, her back arched. He thrust hard one last time, causing both of them to explode.

Their bodies trembled violently, caught in the grip of intense pleasure. They collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. Drew drew her close, holding her securely in his arms.

- I'll always be here for you, sweetheart - he whispered quietly, hugging her tenderly - no matter what may happen... always... I'll always be here.

- I love you, Detective Foster - her breathing was still uneven. She cuddled into him tightly.

Drew smiled, tenderly looking into her eyes.

- And I love you too, Mrs. Foster - he gently stroked her hair - no matter what challenges we face, our love will get us through them - he pulled her even closer to him, wrapping his arms protectively around her - rest now, darling.

He watched her eyes slowly close. She seemed even more tired than he was. He gently slipped out of her embrace, careful not to disturb her peaceful state. Covering her with the quilt, Drew placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

- I'll be here when you wake up, I promise - he whispered.

Janna drifted off to dreamland, and Drew sat beside her, reflecting on the day's discoveries and devising the next steps of his work. In the quiet darkness, he wondered how the whole affair would affect his personal life. His wife was the most important thing to him, and this virus named Beauty could stand in the way of their happiness. He hid his face in his hands.

A heavy burden rested on his shoulders, but he knows that facing these challenges is the only way forward. With determination etched on his face, Drew Foster prepared to delve into the mystery surrounding the Beauty virus. But what he didn't realize was that their journey would be fraught with danger and unexpected twists and turns.

He glanced at the clock, realizing that there was little time left until dawn. He decided to take a quick shower and get at least a little sleep.

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Entering the kitchen in the morning, Drew was greeted by the familiar sight of Janna sitting at the table, surrounded by the warm glow of the morning sun. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, filling the room with its fragrance. Leaning against the door frame, he watched Janna flip through the morning newspaper. Her eyes scanned the headlines and articles with interest. He approached his wife, placing a light kiss on her cheek, then poured himself a cup of steaming coffee.

- Morning, beautiful - he greeted her warmly, joining her at the table - did you find something interesting there? - he gestured to the newspaper, curious.

- This case, beauty, is probably something serious, right? - Janna shows him the headline on the front page.

Drew nodded, putting down his coffee mug.

- It certainly looks like it, darling - he furrowed his eyebrows and reached for the newspaper while reading the headline that Janna had pointed out. The bold letters shouted about the recent developments of the Beauty virus and its potential consequences - yes, this issue... is much bigger than we expected - he confirmed with seriousness.

- How many people have already died?

Drew furrowed his brow, concentrating on the numbers mentioned in the article.

- According to this article, more than two hundred cases have been confirmed worldwide, with nearly fifty deaths linked to the Beauty virus - he didn't realize it was spreading so fast. He sighed out loud at the sight of these staggering statistics.

He understood that they were dealing with a global health crisis that needed immediate attention.

- It is crucial that we work quickly to stop this threat - he declares firmly, with determination drawing on his face - we will find the answers, darling.

- It's terrible. It's beyond comprehension. I can't imagine it could get us - Janna shook her head in disbelief - what would you have for breakfast? - she asked, getting up with a smile to pour more coffee for her husband.

- It's good that you are trying to change the subject, but it's not so easy - he got up from the table to join her - I will eat everything you prepare for me - he embraced Janna from behind. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder. He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of solace amidst the chaos.

He relaxed too much as he drew Janna close to him and gently began to caress her neck.

- Why don't we give up this breakfast? Let's relax, shall we? - he whispered tenderly, his warm breath tickling her skin.

Janna turned in his embrace. Her eyes focused on his, reflecting the concern she saw in his gaze. She placed a reassuring hand on his chest and felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath it.

- Let's have breakfast, baby - she smiled sweetly at him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Drew rolled his eyes and released Janna from his grasp.

- You are absolutely right - he said with a sigh.

Together they began preparing breakfast, a simple but hearty meal that would nourish both body and soul. As they worked side by side, their movements synchronized, and each step strengthened the bond that kept them together for better or worse. Their conversations moved from heavy matters of life and death to lighter topics, shared memories, dreams for the future, and even humorous banter.

Their laughter echoed throughout the kitchen. Drew couldn't help but feel grateful to have Janna by his side, this beacon of hope in an increasingly uncertain world.

They put the plates with breakfast on the table and began to eat.

- What are your plans at work today? Will you continue to look for the source of this disease? How exactly does it spread? - Janna asked curiously.

Drew savored another bite of his breakfast before answering his wife's questions.

- I'll go back to the office - he began, wiping his mouth with a napkin - we are working tirelessly to determine the origin of this virus and understand how it spreads - he fell silent for a moment, thoughtfully reaching for his coffee mug - from the information we've gathered so far, Beauty appears to be transmitted mainly through sexual contact... although there may be more to it than may appear at first glance - Drew shrugs his shoulders, realizing the complexity of their investigation.

- I understand. Please be careful whatever you do. You know, I’m always worried about you - Janna grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

Drew looked into Janna's concerned eyes, and his own reflected a mixture of gratitude and determination.

- Don't worry about me, dear - he reassured her, also gently squeezing her hand - I am well prepared. Besides, who would want to mess with this charming detective? - he laughed.

His words brought a small laugh to her lips, temporarily improving her mood. She knew how good a detective Drew was.

- I love you so much, Drew - she got up from the table and walked over to him. She sat on his lap, kissed him gently on the lips and hugged him tightly - I don't know what I would do without you.

Drew pulled Janna closer, returning her kiss with fervor. His hands moved down her back, gripping her firmly at the waist.

- And I love you - he muttered into her mouth.

They closed their eyes, their breaths mingled in a promise of undying devotion. Their hearts beat in unison. Two souls entwined by fate and bound by love.

Drew felt an overwhelming peace. In that magical moment, surrounded by her warmth and affection, he found himself with the strength to face whatever was coming.

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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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Stuck in Cloud 9. Colin Zabel x fiancée!reader !!: not proofread, sexual references, suggestive dialogue a/n: another draft from November. SUMMARY: An adorable cold morning with your fiancée after being away from each other for almost 2 months.

You slowly woke up from your slumber, feeling the cozy atmosphere of the brisk December morning in your room. The temperature in the room couldn’t have been better, specially waking up all warm and cozy in the arms of your fiancée that you missed so badly. 

You shifted a little bit as you tried to get more comfortable in Colin's arms but your eyes darted on the floor. Your eyes noticed some of you and Colin's clothing from last night scattered on the floor and you also saw a used condom, a reminder of the fun night you both indulged in yesternight. Nothing's wrong, Colin just had been away from you for almost 2 months due to his busy job as a detective and both of you missed each other so much. You couldn't help but blush and smile knowing that last night was made of pure love. 

"Last night was amazing, wasn't it?" You heard a raspy voice that snapped you out from your thoughts.  

You let out a soft chuckle as your eyes darted to Colin who just woke up. "Good morning, Colin."  

"Good morning, honey." He replied, planting a kiss on your forehead.  His eyes also darted towards the used condom on the floor. "Shit.. Last night was so good, got carried away that I forgot to throw that in the trash." he couldn't help but blush a little and let out a chuckle as he stretches his body. 

"Yeah, I missed you." You replied as you sat up, you placed a quick peck on his lips before standing up. "Where you goin' darling?" He asked as he sat up slowly with a smile, making you stop in your tracks. You were about to go to the bathroom, to get ready for the day.  "The bathroom, honey." You replied softly.

"It's still so early." He chuckled out softly, looking at you up and down. "And don't you look so tempting to resist when you're only wearing your underwear and my white t-shirt?" This time his lips curved into a smirk which made you blush. 

3 years in this relationship and he could still make you blush like this. You decided to go back in bed, just stay in his arms. 

"Now that's more like it." He replied, taking you back in his arms, planting another soft kiss on your forehead. "I just got really cold last night." You chuckled out softly. 

 

"No problem honey, you look so gorgeous in it."  

With that, you both spent more time in bed, enjoying each other's comfort during a brisk December morning. 

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Missing Dates [Colin Zabel]

Momentary angst / fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A-are you sure?"

"Yeah.."

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

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overworked - colin zabel x fem reader

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

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”