#sleepy colin Zabel

[vi0l3tluvsu]

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!!

[fear-is-truth]

COLIN ZABEL — relationship headcanons

you’ve always heard people say, “find your person.” someone you want to share every sunset with, someone who feels like the start of all the best things in life. someone you want to keep learning about, discovering in small and big ways, even as the days, months, years slip by. you never thought you’d be that lucky, but then you found colin zabel.

colin, who remembers your coffee order down to the exact amount of sugar and cream, and hands it to you every single morning with a self conscious smile.

colin, who was so nervous the first time he asked you on a date that he couldn’t meet your eyes, clearing his throat and shifting his gaze to the floor, mumbling out an invitation in a way that was so painfully endearing you couldn’t help but say yes.

colin, who drives across town just to pick up pastries from your favourite bakery on sunday mornings, bringing them back with that look on his face that says he’d do it every day if it made you smile.

colin, who once poured his heart out to you after a few too many drinks, confessing that he had been terrified to fall for someone so completely and utterly.

colin, who keeps that photobooth picture folded carefully in his wallet—the one where you’ve just snuck a kiss to his cheek, and he’s caught mid-surprise, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. it’s a bit blurry, but it’s his favourite photo.

colin, who panics a little whenever he’s away from you too long, mind racing through all the things he forgot to say before he left. he’ll text you, even if it’s something that seems small and insignificant, just to let you know he’s thinking of you.

colin, who puts his coat around your shoulders when it’s chilly and you’ve forgotten to wear one, who fumbles with the zipper as he tries to keep you warm, even if he’s shivering himself.

colin, who insists on carrying your bag when you’re out together, not because he thinks you not capable of carrying them yourself, but because he loves looking after you, in any way he can.

colin, who tries his very best to comfort you when you cry at sad parts of movies, wiping away your tears with his thumb, even when he’s blinking back his own.

colin, who becomes completely sure of himself when it’s just the two of you. despite the stresses of his job, the long hours, the pressure—it’s like he saves all his energy for making you feel cherished, seen, desired. he knows you, knows what you need, and even when he’s exhausted, he gives you every bit of himself, like he’s still amazed he’s the one you chose.

and he loves kissing you, in every way—soft, lingering ones when you’re curled up together, quick pecks before he heads out the door, and deeper, needier ones when he’s feeling bolder, his hands slipping to your waist, holding you tight. sometimes, he just leans in to press his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh, pouring every ounce of his love for you in a single touch.

colin, who falls asleep holding you, an arm draped over you protectively. sometimes, you’ll wake up to see him already awake, just looking at you, his gaze so filled with tenderness it almost breaks your heart.

colin, who pulls you close in the morning, voice rough with sleep as he wraps his arms around you, begging you not to leave. just five more minutes. but those five more minutes often turn into ten, his kisses sleepy and unhurried, turning into something more, hands tracing gentle lines across your skin as he thrusts into you, morning light spilling onto your naked bodies.

colin, who loves to steal sips from your mug, always giving you a sly smile afterward, like he’s gotten away with something. when you call him out, he just shrugs, leaning in for a kiss that tastes like your favourite tea or coffee. he laughs when you do the same to him, pretending to be indignant, but you both know that he loves it.

colin, who sometimes stares wistfully at baby strollers when he thinks you’re not looking, his gaze lingering a little longer on strangers with babies. there’s a hopeful smile on his face, something almost dreamy in his expression. and when he catches your eye, he’ll immediately look away, shrugging it off, but you know he’s already imagining a future where it’s the two of you, maybe with a little one of your own.

colin, who watches you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, a soft, almost awed smile on his face, like he can’t quite believe you’re his. sometimes he’s so focused on you, lost in thought, that he doesn’t even realise you’ve caught him. your eyes meet, and he’ll blush, looking away with that heart-melting smile that makes you fall deeper in love with him then before.

he’s your person, in every simple, meaningful way. colin zabel, who is all the warmth, the tenderness, the home you’d never thought you’d find, and you’re his—his quiet, everyday happiness, the one he’ll keep choosing, day after day, for as long as you’ll let him.

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[lacucarachapisser]

successfully failed colin zabel x f!reader

warning : husband! colin, pregnancy announcement, silly arguments, cringe-fluff, tooth-rooting, bullying as flirting, reader being mean and so is colin prolly ooc lol and lil bit hurt-comfort.

a/n : another fluff because why not, this man is so cute and i want to spoil him. im sorry this was rushed and cliché and apologies for my broken english and any grammatical errors. 1.4k wc.

it was because of your period tracker apps says you’re late, you ended up biting your t-shirt end, struggling in the bathroom alone to see what the second test pack is gonna tell. yes, the second. you still could not believe the two strips had appeared on the first you have held on your other hand. blame the trust issues you could never overcome along with some sort of dread overwhelming anticipation that rudely kicking in. but here you are alone, accompanied by your own half naked reflection in the mirror. a slight smile occur on your lips, you held the two test packs as it was a big evidence you’d need to shown to your man. your always busy man.

colin, i’m pregnant.

it wont be an easy way to tell, as a matter of factly. gosh, you really want to surprise him with that news, but you have a situation within these past two days. the problem began when you’re craving in the middle of the night but since colin had not home yet, you texted him to get you something from your favorite japanese restaurant, but he was being careless, didn’t checked his phone so he went home with an empty hand, and those stupid thing led into a silly arguments.

“where’s my oyako-don?”

“your oya-what?”

it’s almost 10pm that night and clearly he looked so tired and absolutely exhausted, but you didn’t like how colin use his tone. you have waited him in the company of growling stomach and hoping you can enjoy ayako-don with your love one. instead, you had to swallow his irksome attitude.

“sorry, got no time to check the phone. if you’re hungry, you can eat something from the fridge. i’m tired, i need to sleep,”

“and if you’re sleepy you can always use the couch.”

defense. you can be much more annoying. of course he gets annoyed, and as much with his dismay at that time, he glared with a deep inhales and strong exhales came out from his nose.

“seriously,”

“well, i’m just saying.” you shrugged and pretended didn’t care.

he didn’t say anything as he quickly picked up the quilt you had spread on the top of the couch. he was too tired to make the conversation on. you left him, headed to the bedroom and deliberately slam the door hard so he can hear it.

and that morning, after you found out that you’re pregnant, you realize that you have to talk things out and fix your oyako-don situation. it’s colin’s day off, he probably still asleep and the thought of him still curled up in the couch while you announce the news and give him the evidence make you feel giddy.

you didn’t think much as you put your pants on, hide the test packs on your pocket, wash your hand and walk out from the bathroom to approach your man.

and there he is, curled up at the couch in front of the TV, hugging the quilt like a little kid. you admire him from afar and the stupid fight scene from yesterday suddenly come to your head. you have no idea why you can be so dramatic and moody? and not to mention —the feeling of a slight hatred while seeing his face was also there. no, you could never hate him that’s for sure. was this all happen because of the bean inside you? damn right hormones.

after some considerable thought, you ended up choose to wake him with the coffee scent. you carry those two cute mugs so that you can make him open his eyes from the smell of the coffee you have made. but before you could come closer at him, one of the mug slipped from your hand and scattered around the floor. and that’s how he woke up. never the plan. you cursed to yourself as you pick up all the pieces.

he gets up from the couch and walk towards you. you can feel it from the corner of your eyes when he gets closer to your presence. he squats in front of you when your eyes still searching the little pieces all over the floor.

“that’s your favorite mug,”

“careful,”

you didn’t mean to let your voice came out that harsh but your mouth is a beast. sometimes she acts without your consent.

“cranky,” he comments. your mood is okay when he’s quiets, but when he started saying something, you can’t help but feel lightly annoyed.

“and again someone’s gonna force me drive 3 hours straight just to get to the specific antique shop.”

you glared at him, hoping that he would shush but he scoffs and pretty sure enjoy the teasing very much.

“i can drive myself.”

“not a chance. you probably back with just one side mirror.”

you quickly get up and he follows you.

“you think you’re so funny?”

“uh-huh,” his hostile attitude emerges, you couldn’t quite withstand the tears that seems ready to spill any time.

“what’s wrong with you?” you snapped and you clearly could feel the heat of anger start creeping through your pores.

“what’s wrong with you.” yeah what is wrong with you? it’s all practically a joke. blame the hormones!

his demeanor looks amused and triumph by your reaction, he totally thinks he’s winning.

“this….” you aim the mess you have made on the floor. “i… i was planning on being nice today because i have something to tell you and i wanted to fix whatever happen between us,” you suddenly get very emotional and sentimental, you don’t even know how you should feel anyway, anger and sad taking over the happiness you have had earlier.

you pull out the two test packs from your pocket and burst in tears.

“i-i was going to surprise you..” you mumble, holding up your voice so that it wouldn’t sound too pathetic.

colin slowly takes the test packs and stare at it. he certainly feel bad to tease you in a very sunny day particularly his day off. he supposed to spend time with you doing something fun rather than arguing silly thing. however, he pulls you in his embrace as you start sobbing. see now, you’re winning.

“oh shit.. shit.. baby,” he grasps your body tight, burying your face to his chest, hand instinctively moved to the small of your back brushing it up and down. he squeezes your shoulder dearly, murmuring your name and sorry, shushing you hoping that it could stop the cries as he still stared at the test packs he held on one hand.

“look at me,” he whispered and it makes you sobbed a little harder. “come on, look at me..”

you managed to look up to see his face with tears still gather on the corner of your each eyes. he starts kissing your eyelids alternately. “oh my sweet girl, carrying my child. i’m sorry sweetie,”

an affectionate proud smile come across his lips, his hands cupping your face and the thumbs softly swipe your tears away. he gently pulling you close as his lips brushed against yours in a sweet lingering kiss. a warm presence that sent sparks of electricity flying through you, feeling loved, a heartfelt moment you needed the most.

“i am a terrible husband,”

that’s not true of course. you don’t have the energy to say something so you just shake your head slowly.

“how about we restart. lets make your plan come smooth, like i know nothing and we can create a proper memory. what do you think?”

you exhale and press your lips together. “well..”

“hm? what do you want to tell me baby?” he started his acting and it actually sounds pretty hilarious.

“i-i’m pregnant,”

he picks your body up until you can not touch the floor, spinning and twirling you around happily. your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, putting all your strength in there. his hand against your waist feel ticklish and you can’t help but giggle. “colin! there still might be piece of break somewhere here,”

but instead responding at your warning, he fondly kisses you. “i can’t believe i’m gonna be a dad. and you’d be absolute great mom.” and he kisses you one more time. gosh you are so full of love, a simple soft smile smearing your face.

“better?”

“m-hm,”

“still i like you being cranky. the c in cranky stands for cute.”

so you fulfill. what he say goes. you pull his ear and pinch it as a punishment.

“aw.. okay.. okay. sorry.”

you could have simply let it go, but it is the right time to get revenge after all his teasing.

“please,” he mutters plea. finally.

“oyako-don.”

“granted!”

this time, you put a hard kiss on his cheeks. and only then do you realize you have the absolute bestest husband.

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another notes : thank you so very much for reading, every like reblog and comment are appreciate i can not thank you enough for that. those act itself could makes me alive and motivated so that i can write more for you, for me, for us. ((your comment and reblog actually could pay my bills im not even joking)). love yall sm.

[marchsfreakshow]

Just There [Colin Zabel]

Fluff / drabble

You were standing outside of the police station, waiting for Colin, when Mare comes out and quickly raises her own concern for you.

First Colin fic please be nice to me, this probably won't sound too great </3

No one's perspective.

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A warm coffee in their hands, and wind blowing past. "...hey." They piped up when they heard Mare's voice. She still looked as frazzled as ever, with tired eyes, messy hair, and a thick jacket over her. Still holding that goddamn vape as usual.

"oh, hi Mare. Um, is Colin leaving work soon?"

"..yeah, he's stressed. I think. Kinda can't figure out this case we're doing." She sighed and gripped her vape, ready to potentially use it. They nodded understandingly but sighed again, and took a warming sip of their coffee. "Just go home and stay there until he comes home, seriously."

They shook their head firmly. "I'd rather be here and make sure he's alright now." A concerned feeling fell over their furrowed brows. Shivering in the cold spring, wearing a small coat, and thin jeans. Underestimating the weather yet again.

"That's your choice." And Mare went on her way. Turning on her car and driving away.

Only a few minutes went by before the door opened, and they turned on their heel, smiling at the man walking past. He didn't even recognise his significant other until he did a double take. An instant smile and they were wrapped in his arms, body heat warming them. Gloved hands holding their freezing face. It could've caused a blush due to how warm Colin felt from being inside all day. Kiss after kiss after kiss. "Suprise." They chuckled, resting a free hand on his chest.

"Definitely a surprise. Welcome one though." Rubbing their arms, he smiled widely and kept soft eye contact. "Let's get home okay? You gotta be freezing." A nod and his hand placed on their back as a quick walk to the car ensued. A small blast of wind made them both shiver, now sitting in the car just as rushed as the wind.

The car got turned on quick and the tiny radiator on as rapidly. "Ready?"

"Always." He grinned towards them. "How long have you been waiting out here for me?"

"ehhh, not long."

"how long?" The car started, and they drove to Zabel's place. His voice was a bit sterner, and staring over at them. A click of their tongue a chuckle.

"about like an hour and a half."

"of course you were." Zabel chuckled, rubbing their shoulder a bit as trees and roads zipped past them.

Comfortable silence until they got to Zabel's place. Sighs and slow movements while they got comfortable in each other's arms on the couch. Crackles and pops of the tiny fire. Sleepy stares at the flaming blends of red, orange and yellow. No words spoke, but so many thoughts were expressed. The room lull was added by soft kisses, one after the other.

Staying by each other's side, never leaving. Finding comfort in a room if the other was just standing there, minding their business.

"Love you.." sleepily mumbled, nuzzling into their neck.

"I love you more Colin." Whispered back, leaning against him. Falling asleep to the peaceful quiet of a fire and kisses.

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Tag: @babygorewhore @slutforgarlogan @slvt4jamesmarch @coentinim @nahoyasboyfriend @bluerthanvelvet444 @tatelangdonsweater @fear-is-truth @newwavesylviaplath

[americxn]

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

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

Hot Tempered (Colin Zabel x fem!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tate Langdon:

Reader having flashbacks of Kid!Tate

Saturday afternoon make out session with Pre-death!Tate

How I think Tate would come out to you as bi

How I think Tate would react to the readers SH

Sex headcanons with switch!Tate *

Kit Walker:

Wedding sex with Kit *

Taking care of drunk Kit

Kit helping you through a panic attack

Adopting puppies with Kit

Escaping Briarcliffe with Kit

How I think Kit would react to the readers low moods/depressive episodes

Reader slow dancing with Kit while they’re unpacking in their new house together

Getting high with hippie Kit

Kyle Spencer:

Teaching Franken-Kyle a night routine

Teaching Franken-Kyle how to ride a bike

Bathing with Franken-Kyle

Taking care of Franken-Kyle after the accident

Taking care of sick Franken-Kyle

Jimmy Darling:

Thigh-riding with Jimmy *

James Patrick March:

Babysitting with James in the hotel

Introducing the topic of pride flags to James

Reader making a joke about ‘boring’ sex with James and he gets angry *

Kai Anderson:

Kai meeting you, the other cult leader in town

Sex tapes with Kai *

Kai ‘saving’ you from the cult

Reader sleeping with teacher Kai *

Having a relationship with Kai ‘I hate everyone but her’ Anderson

Angry sex with Kai *

Toxic, angsty sex with Kai *

Peter Maximoff:

Dominating Peter Maximoff *

Dating Peter Maximoff

Sharing the same gifts as Peter

Peter taking care of you after a long/bad day

Befriending Peter in junior high

Sleepy sex with Peter *

Colin Zabel:

Overstimulating Colin Zabel *

Warren Lipka:

Intoxicated sex with Warren *

Winter Anderson:

Winter defending you to Kai

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The Old Fashioned Way

The Old Fashioned Way

Fic Summary: Colin has to spend the night away and is missing you like crazy. So when you call him before bed, the two of you decide to have a little fun over the phone. Love Exists Masterpost. The Evans Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Colin Zabel/Female Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, language, Colin being a needy bitch but in an adorable way

Colin has to admit, it feels a lot better to share his secret with someone.

He was so sure you were going to think he was the worst. But it was the opposite and it lifted the huge weight off his shoulders. After that, your relationship shifts. Things fall into a routine and he begins spending more and more time at your place. At least two or three times a week he spends the night and you drive into work together.

It’s been some time since Colin had been in a serious relationship. While you both had agreed to be exclusive, there still hasn’t been “the” talk. The “what are we doing” talk. But he knows deep down that your relationship is becoming serious.

He is excited. But he doesn’t want to push. Not that is matters. He’s already head over heels.

Last night had been the first where nothing sexual happened. You guys came home, had dinner, watched some TV, made out a little, and then headed to bed.

The casual intimacy of it, the way you told him, “Let’s go to bed.” with a sleepy look in your eyes and smile…Colin knew he was a goner. He’s yours. Crawling in bed next to you and spooning you as you fell asleep was indescribable. He doesn’t think he’ll be heading back to his mother’s any time soon.

Colin lays next to you in your bed, smiling to himself as he traces his fingers up and down your spine. It’s morning and you should be getting ready for work but neither of you wants to move. You’re sprawled on your stomach, face buried in your pillow.

He leans down to place a few kisses on your shoulder. “Babe, we have to get ready for work.”

You groan sleepily. “Noooooo.”

“Yesssssss.” Colin chuckles as he lays a few more kisses.

“But the bed…”

“I know, I know.” He holds you close, inhaling your scent that hangs around him like a cloud. He loves it. “Come on. We’ll shower together.”

That seems to perk you up. “Fine. But I get to soap you up first.”

It takes a little longer to get ready than it would if you guys were on your own but he’s not complaining. Any day that starts with the two of you making out in the shower is bound to be a good day. Colin is in heaven under the hot spray, his mouth hungrily devouring yours, unable and unwilling to stop for even a moment. Your slippery body gliding against his. If he had time, the things he would do to you.

“I thought we had to get ready,” you tease between kisses.

“Stop being so kissable.”

“No, YOU stop.”

Laughing, Colin gives you one final kiss before pulling away. “Fine, I’ll be the bigger person and let you finish washing up. If I stay we’re going to be later than we no doubt already are.”

As he steps out of the shower, you slap his ass on the way. He just grins like an idiot as he wraps a towel around his waist. In your room, he opens the closet where you’ve made space for him to hang some work clothes. It’s enough to make him pause. He looks around, smiling at what little belongings of his have migrated to your place throughout the last few weeks.

You’re in so much trouble, Zabel, he tells himself. Keep going like this and you’re going to propose before you guys make it a month.

After the heartache he went through before, he swore to himself that he would take things slow before jumping into something serious. He had been so adamant about it too, thinking that rushing things with his ex might have contributed to their eventual break-up.

Then, you smiled at him and all that went right out the window. Colin doesn’t do things half-assed, especially not relationships. When he’s in, he’s all in.

Catching a look at the clock, he swears and hurries to get dressed. While you finish getting ready, Colin preps the coffee, humming to himself as he moves about your kitchen with ease. There’s no time for a proper breakfast but at least the caffeine with get you both started.  

As soon as you step into the kitchen, pulling on your coat, he hands you your travel mug, and the two of you are out the door.

Once you climb into his car, he takes a second to smile at you. He can’t help himself. You’re just so fucking beautiful and he is struck again by how lucky he is to be in your life. You’re too busy putting on your seatbelt to notice at first but when you do, you give him a questioning look.

“What?”

Still smiling, he leans forward and gives you a quick peck on the lips. “Nothing,” he says, starting the car. “I just love these mornings when we go in together.”

You smile back, reaching out to smooth down his hair. “Me too. Though we should be careful. If Mare catches us being late too many times she’ll give us that Look.”

“Hey, sleeping over at your place is worth the eye roll any day. What do you want for breakfast? I think we may have just enough time to grab and go.”

“The bakery around the corner does amazing breakfast sandwiches. My treat, since you made the coffee.”

A comfortable silence falls in the car as he pulls out of the driveway and you sip from your travel mug. Colin doesn’t mind, except there is one thing he wants to ask you before he chickens out again. After a few minutes of driving, he decides to speak up.

“So, I know we sort of talked about being exclusive before,” he says hesitantly. “And we haven’t touched on it again. But, considering how much time we spend together—”

“Yes, you’re my boyfriend.”

Colin just grins, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “Good.”

A quick stop at the bakery and then you’re finally on your way to work. The rest of the drive is filled with soft music and idle chit-chat as you both enjoy your breakfast sandwiches. Unfortunately, the calm morning comes to an end when the two of you walk into work together.

You’re greeted by numerous people waiting around to give statements. Colin can feel your heavy sigh at the lack of organization. “Work, work, work,” you say softly to him.

“Yeah, wonder what’s going on. I’ll go talk to Mare.” He gives your hand a brief squeeze before you two go your separate ways. While you get to work organizing the mess of people, he heads into Mare’s office.

“Good morning,” he says cheerfully, taking the chair across from her.

Mare glances up at him with a smirk. “You’re in a good mood.”

“It’s been a great morning.”

She raised her eyebrows. “For you.”

Colin clears his throat and readjusts his posture in an attempt to be more professional. He remembers the crowd out front and, judging by Mare’s mood and the early hour, it hasn't been as pleasant a morning for her as it’s been for him.

“So, what’s going on out there?” he asks.

“String of robberies,” Mare explains. “They started small but then some local news anchor decided to try to get her big break and blew things way out of proportion. Now everyone in their mother who’s misplaced something is thinking they were robbed. It’ll die down.”

“Anything you need from me?”

“Yeah.” Mare hands him a file. “We keep getting reports from a local motel owner that drug deals are going down in his parking lot. I was going to get a room and stake it out but something came up. I need you to cover for me.”

Colin’s heart sinks a little. He knows that means he’ll most likely have to stay the night and therefore won’t be able to go home with you. “Yeah, sure,” he says.

Perceptive as always, Mare immediately asks, “Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not.”

She studies him for a moment. “Look, I know what it’s like when you’re young and in a new relationship,” she says. “Some distance might do you two some good.”

“We’re already good,” he assures her. “The distance won’t be a problem. I can handle it.”

Mare put her hands up in surrender. “Alright, I was just sayin’.”

“I appreciate it. Now, tell me more about these deals.”

The rest of the morning is pretty routine. Colin tries not to let himself feel down as he works through the file Mare handed him. It’s funny. Just a few short weeks ago he was daydreaming about what it would be like to kiss you. Now, he’s annoyed about not being able to spend one night with you.

Pull yourself together. You’re an adult for crying out loud. The two of you can handle one night apart. It’s not like you’re always going to be able to stay at her place. Quit being needy.

This is exactly what he was worried he’d do. He likes you so much and you calling him your “boyfriend” earlier just kicked his excitement up several notches. Already his mind is spinning with thoughts and daydreams about some of the things you two could do together and he has to force himself to pump the brakes.

Slow down. Take it easy. Just enjoy things as they happen. Let it develop naturally.

It takes some effort but eventually he’s able to turn his focus away from your relationship and onto work.

At some point in the afternoon, you finally have a moment to step into his office. “The madness has settled,” you say, collapsing in the chair across from his desk. “So, what do you want to do for dinner tonight? I still haven’t managed to get groceries done so we’ll have to do take-out again.”

Colin sighs apologetically. “I can’t, I have to work.”

“How late?”

“Really late. I have to do a stakeout.”

“Aww, that sucks. Does that mean you won’t be over at all?”

Colin shakes his head. “It’s an overnight thing. I have to keep an eye on a parking lot to see if drug deals are going down.”

You pout. “But that means no spooning tonight.”

“I know. Trust me, I’m just as annoyed as you are.”

With a heavy sigh, you slump in your chair. “Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Something was going to pop our little bubble.”

Colin chuckles. “Bubble?”

“You know, the honeymoon phase. The ‘we just started dating and no one can pry us off each other’ phase.”

“Hopefully it’s not just a phase.”

You grin and wag your eyebrows. “Doubt it. We’re too hot for each other.”

Knowing you’re also disappointed makes him feel a lot better about pouting over it. “If all goes well I’ll get what we need and won’t have to stay more than one night.”

“It better not or Mare will have me to deal with.”

“What are you going to do?” Colin asks with a laugh.

“To Mare? Nothing. It’s an empty threat.”

“No, not to Mare. Tonight.”

“Probably finally get those groceries I’ve been talking about all week,” you conclude after thinking for a minute. “It’s funny, I don’t really remember how I spent my evenings before we started going out. You fit so effortlessly into my life, I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

Colin’s heart soars when he hears this and he has to stop himself from reaching across the desk for a kiss. “I’m glad you said that. I feel that way too.”

You smile at him and Colin basks in the warmth of your presence. Even when you go back to work, his good mood doesn’t go away.

The hours tick by and one by one the others start to call it a day. When you’ve reached your limit and are ready to head out, you pop back into his office to say goodbye. There isn’t time for something bigger than a hug and a kiss on the cheek, especially with Mare’s ever-watchful eye.

“Text me when you can,” you say.

“I will. Promise.”

He stays a little longer to gather the supplies he’ll need before he too calls it a day. After a quick stop at his mom’s to grab a few things, Colin drives out to the motel. He usually tries to reserve judgment but the place looks like somewhere shady dealings would go down. The parking lot isn’t well-lit and the nearby road isn’t well-traveled. He checks into his room then prepares for the stakeout, setting up a camera and making himself comfortable by the window.

Mare said the deals do go down until late but he still wants to keep an eye out just in case.

With a sigh, he pulls out a burger from the fast food place he stopped at along the way and eats in silence.

It’s weird being alone.

He hasn’t been for weeks and just being there with his thoughts is dangerous. Because all he can think about is you and how quickly he’s fallen. He does text you back and forth for a bit but it’s not the same as being together. Eventually, the conversation slows and you go quiet for a bit.

Going through his phone, he swipes through the pictures he’s taken with you, mostly at your place while you’re snuggled on your couch. His favorite selfie is the one he took last Sunday after you two woke up from a nap. You look so sleepy and content, squished between him and the couch cushions. He remembers the first time he woke up on that couch, hungover and embarrassed that you had to drag him out of the bar. It already seems like a lifetime ago.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees movement outside. Showtime. The camera is already in place and Colin watches the deal go down through the viewfinder. A few snaps and his work is done. He shoots a text to Mare telling her he got the evidence and she responds with a thumbs up.

Colin waits a little longer to make sure things don’t go south before the suspects disperse and he can relax. With a hopeful look at the time, his hopes are dashed when he sees that it’s almost eleven. He didn’t realize how late it is. Definitely too late to drive back to your place in the dark. Not when he’s tired.  

With a heavy sigh, he throws himself onto the bed and texts you.

Job done. Miss you.

At first, there’s no response and he assumes you passed out already. But then his phone rings and he grins as he answers the call.

“Hey, handsome,” you say.

“Hi. Did my text wake you?”

“No. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be able to either.”

“Wish you were here. I know one thing that helps me fall asleep.”

The lilt in your voice immediately grabs his attention and he grins. “Me too.”

“Guess we’ll have to do this the old-fashioned way. What are you wearing?”

Interest piqued, Colin readjusts himself on the bed, settling against the pillows. “Just some comfy clothes but that can change very quickly. What about you?”

“Your favorite.”

“Mmm, nothing,” he hums. He can already feel himself getting warm and he undoes the button of his jeans. “And what are you doing laying in bed, thinking about me, and wearing nothing?”

There’s a soft moan on the other end and Colin’s blood pressure goes through the roof. “Wishing your hands were on me,” you say breathlessly.

Tucking the phone against his shoulder, Colin shoves his pants and boxers down, sighing relief as the pressure on his cock eases up. Just the thought of you naked has him hard as a rock. If he closes his eyes he can picture you naked and spread out for him. He’s never seen you touch yourself but judging by the noises you’re making, that’s going to have to change as soon as he gets back.

Colin wraps his hand around himself and squeezes, wishing it was your hand. “God I wish I was there,” he says, biting his lip.

“What would you do?”

“I’d go down on you,” he answers instantly. “I love going down on you.” With his eyes closed, he can pretend you’re right next to him when you moan.

“You do eat me out like a champ.”

His cheeks flush from the compliment and he starts to stroke his cock with quick, practiced movements. It’s been a long time since he’s had to do this himself and it’s not nearly as good as when you do it. But it’ll have to do for the moment. If he concentrates hard enough, he can remember your taste on his lips.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” he gasps. “I need to know.”

“I’m touching myself. Pressing down on my clit and trying to do it the way you do.”

He groans. Fuck he wishes he was there. He doesn’t care how many times he thinks it or how pathetic or needy it makes him sound. He doesn’t care that you two just made things official and haven’t been together very long. The things you do to him have never been done before. He’s never felt this way before. This deep-seated lust fueled by raw emotion.

Colin thinks about a few nights ago when he was laying in bed, reading, and you slid your hand under the covers to touch him. He threw that book so fast, he still doesn’t remember where it went. He had kissed you hard and rolled you onto your back so he could get his hand between your legs. You sounded just as you do now: breathless and wanting.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I know, baby. I want you too.”

To hear your voice cracking like his makes him know you’re missing him just as much as he’s missing you. How can you miss someone you saw earlier that day? How can a few hours apart feel like a lifetime?

“Colin,” you gasp. “Colin, talk to me. Say something. Anything. I just need to hear your voice.”

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I wish you were here so you could ride my dick.” The words flow out of him without a second thought or care. He’s not one for dirty talk but once he starts, he can’t stop. “I love when you take charge. Just like the first time. Remember that? Fuck, I do. Watching you bounce on top of me…”

His own groan cuts him off and his hips start to jerk up along with his hand. Your heavy breathing and moans only urge him on.

“You fill me so good, Colin,” you moan.

“You’re so tight.”

“Only because you’re so big.”

“Fuck!”

“Shit!”

Both of you lose the ability to talk. Colin pauses only so he can spit in his hand and keep going. He needs the wetness, the heat of it so he can tighten his grip, so he can try to simulate what it’s like being inside you, and while his hand doesn’t compare, it’s close enough to get him there.

You’re panting as hard as he is and then a moment later, you gasp his name and fall silent. He knows that sound all too well. Colin knows what it sounds like when you come. It takes him a little longer to get there himself but not much.

“Colin, baby, come for me.” Your voice is tinged with sleep and he can just picture your post-orgasmic blissed-out expression. “I want to hear you come.”

Colin moans your name as he comes all over his hand. With a quick jerk of his hand and a final thrust of his hips, he lets the damn of pleasure burst and rides out the waves with several feeble pumps. It’s been so long since he’s had to take care of himself, his wrist is already sore. He doesn’t care.

Totally worth it.

There are a few moments of silence as the two of you try to catch your breath. You’re the first to speak up. “Okay, now I’m ready for sleep,” you chuckle in a low voice. “Fuck that was hot.”

“Mmm, yeah it was,” Colin says with a sleepy grin. He knows he needs to get up and clean himself off but he’s too lazy to do it right that second. “We should definitely go to sleep. The sooner we do, the sooner we’ll see each other again.”

“Quickie during lunch tomorrow?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Awesome.” You yawn loudly. “Alright, babe. I’m exhausted. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

“Okay. Have a good night.”

“You too. Bye.”

“Bye. Love you.”

It’s not until he hits End that Colin realizes what he’s just said. Suddenly, sleep is far from his mind as he sits up in bed, terror taking hold.

Did he just say…?

“Oh no,” Colin whispers in horror. “Oh noooo.”

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Christmas Week 2021 - Day 6: Yours to Keep

Pairing: Colin Zabel x Reader

Work Summary: You and Colin spend your first Christmas together since your daughter Rose was born. Sequel to Even If It All Comes Crashing Down and Breathing Steady.

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Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1674

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“Daddy! I can’t reach it!”

“Can’t reach what, sweetheart?”

Daisy was holding an ornament in her little hands. “I want to put it there,” she said, pointing at an empty spot near the top of the Christmas tree. With a soft, affectionate grin, Colin scooped her up into his arms and helped her hang the ornament on the tree.

It was Christmas Eve. You’d wanted to get the tree a lot earlier, but Colin had been swamped at work and you hadn’t fancied getting it by yourself while having to drag along a four-year-old and an infant.

You watched on in amusement, breastfeeding baby Rose. You never tired of seeing your husband and daughter interacting. She adored him. She had chosen him before you had.

“Mama, look!” said Daisy suddenly, pointing at the window. “It’s snowing!”

You turned your head and saw flurries of snowflakes coming down outside. “So it is.”

“Can we build a snowman, daddy? Pretty please?”

“There isn’t enough snow for that yet. Let’s carry on decorating the tree, okay?”

“Okay.”

You looked down at Rose. She stared back up at you with Colin’s big brown eyes.

“Are you excited for your first Christmas, Rose?” you asked. She just blinked at you.

When the tree was done, Daisy admired her handiwork from all sides. It looked surprisingly good. Colin had been gently suggesting where to put things so that the tree looked even and balanced.

Rose was now full up, so you tucked your breast back in your shirt and held her against you to burp her.

“Can we make a snowman now?” asked Daisy.

Colin looked out of the window. “Okay. But you need to wrap up warm, Daisy. We don’t want your fingers and toes to turn into icicles, do we?”

“Okay, daddy.” Daisy ran over to grab her coat.

Colin sat down on the sofa beside you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you said. “Sleepy. Pretty sure this one is slowly stealing my life force.” You patted Rose on the back.

“Do you want me to take her for a bit?”

“No, it’s okay. Daisy wants to build a snowman with you. I’ll stay in here where it’s warm.”

“Let me know if you change your mind.” He dropped a kiss on your forehead and another on the top of Rose’s head and then stood up just in time for Daisy to grab his hand.

“I can’t do the zipper,” she said. She was dressed in her little red coat, looking utterly adorable. Colin knelt down in front of her helped her do the zipper up. “Thank you daddy.” They both bundled themselves up in hats, scarves and gloves.

“Are you gonna come too, mama?” asked Daisy with her hand on the handle of the back door.

“No, I’m staying here with Rose,” you said, bouncing the baby on your knee.

“Aw…” Daisy pouted but didn’t argue.

There was a cold rush of air when Colin opened the door that subsided as soon as he closed it behind them. Rose clutched at you, making a noise that signified that she wanted your attention, so you played peek-a-boo.

The next time you looked out the window, the snowman was starting to take shape. Colin was doing most of the work, as Daisy appeared to be looking for suitable sticks and stones to attach to it.

Rose tugged at your shirt so you held her up to the window so that she could see what Colin and Daisy were doing. She made a gurgling sound and then hit the glass with her hand.

“What’s up, baby?” you asked, and she hit the glass again, this time pointing. She looked at you, and then she pointed again. “You wanna go outside?” She continued to point. “Alright fine.”

By the time you had bundled Rose up in all her winter clothes, she was barely even human-shaped anymore. She was basically a big ball of clothing.

You wrapped yourself up warm too, and, as an afterthought, grabbed a carrot from the kitchen. With Rose in your arms, you stepped out into the back yard.

“Mama!” cried Daisy, running over to you. She wrapped her arms around your leg. Colin’s face split into a bright smile when he saw you.

“Hey, Daisy. Your snowman is looking good,” you said, patting her on the head. They had added sticks for arms and stones for eyes and mouth.

“Her name is Snow-Daisy,” said Daisy, proudly.

“That’s a good name. But you know what she’s missing?”

“What?”

“A nose.” You handed her your carrot.

“Daisy, why don’t you get mama to help you finish off Snow-Daisy?” Colin suggested, reaching for Rose. You handed her over and she immediately started giggling happily as he made faces at her.

“You put the nose on,” said Daisy, holding up the carrot.

“Alright,” you said with a smile. You embedded the carrot into Snow-Daisy’s face. “What do you think?”

But Daisy wasn’t paying attention. “I wanna make snow angels,” she said, immediately running over to a patch of fresh snow. “Mama, come make snow angels with me.”

The idea of lying down in the snow was less than appealing, but Daisy looked so excited. “Alright, fine,” you conceded.

Behind you, you could hear Colin introducing Rose to Snow-Daisy. Daisy lay down, enthusiastically sweeping her arms and legs back and forth. You did so too, less enthusiastically.

“Mama, you’re not doing it right! Like this!” Daisy demonstrated again. You copied her, and she seemed at least somewhat satisfied.

“Having fun?” asked Colin, appearing in your peripheral vision.

“Tons,” you said, and he smiled at you.

“Daddy, you need to make one too,” said Daisy. “And Rose.”

“I will, but Rose doesn’t want to,” he said. “She started crying as soon as she touched Snow-Daisy. I don’t think she likes the snow.” He held out a hand to you and pulled you to your feet.

You took Rose, whose face was a little blotchy. As soon as you were holding her, she hid her face in your chest. You stroked her head. Colin lay down in the snow and started making his own snow angel.

“You okay, sweetheart?” you murmured to Rose. In response, she rested her cheek against your chest. “It’ll be bath time soon and we can get you nice and warm, okay?”

“What do you think, mama?” asked Daisy as Colin got to his feet, leaving behind his snow angel. The angels themselves did look very cute; Daisy’s was between yours and Colin’s, making a beautiful little snow angel family.

“I love it,” you said, grinning. Colin snapped a picture of the snow angels on his phone. “Alright Daisy, it’s getting dark now. I think it’s time for a bath.”

“No,” Daisy whined, but Colin was already picking her up.

“Yes,” he said. “It’s bath time.”

She let out a very dramatic sigh, but flopped against his chest in defeat.

Bathing Daisy and Rose was a communal affair. Colin washed Daisy in the tub while you washed Rose in the baby bath. When both girls were clean and dry and dressed in their pyjamas, you put Rose down to sleep in her crib in your room.

You came back into the living room to find Colin and Daisy drinking hot chocolate on the sofa.

“There’s a cup for you on the counter,” said Colin. “I made it pretty hot so it should still be warm.”

“Thanks, babe.” The cup in question has been stacked high with marshmallows and sprinkles and cream. As promised, it was still warm.

You stepped back into the living room to find that Daisy had finished hers, and was now sitting in Colin’s lap. He had an arm around her, but you watched as his eyes fluttered briefly closed.

“Daddy! You’re not listening!” said Daisy, exasperated. Colin’s eyes snapped open and he straightened up.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Alright Daisy, daddy is tired, and it’s past your bedtime,” you interceded.

“But-” She looked at Colin desperately.

“No ‘but’s,” said Colin. “How is Santa gonna come and deliver presents if you’re awake?”

Daisy’s eyes widened. “It’s bedtime,” she agreed.

“Come on sweetheart.” He stood up still holding her in his arms. “Say goodnight to mama.”

“Goodnight mama,” said Daisy, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Sleep tight, baby,” you said, ruffling her hair.

While Colin took Daisy to brush her teeth, you settled down on the couch with your hot chocolate. The heat was lovely in your hands. You sipped at it, leaning back and letting the warmth fill you.

At the quiet sound of Daisy’s bedroom door closing, you opened your eyes. You hadn’t realised you had closed them. Colin settled down beside you on the sofa and put an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey,” you murmured.

“Hey.”

“You wanna watch a movie or something?”

Colin covered his mouth, suppressing a yawn. “Sure. I need to stay awake until the girls are definitely asleep anyway.” You set down your mug and put your head on his shoulder.

“What do you wanna watch?”

You settled on Home Alone. Or at least, that was your intention. You fell asleep halfway through the movie and woke up alone in your bed.

Your bedroom door creaked open. “Sorry,” whispered Colin when he saw you sitting up. “Did I wake you?”

“Only a little. Has Santa been yet?”

He grinned at you. “He has.”

“Good.”

You lay back down and rolled over as Colin changed into his pyjamas. In her crib, Rose was sleeping soundly.

Behind you, Colin got into bed. As soon as he was under the covers he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your shoulder. His hand came to rest on your stomach. It was a habit he’d picked up while you were pregnant with Rose, and it seemed instinctive now. There was something very comforting about the gesture.

The clock on your bedside table caught your eye. “Hey Colin,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“It’s 12:05. Merry Christmas.”

He squeezed you. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

[milkiane]

lost time

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: mentions of food, awkward mare lol

word count: 1834

note: because colin is alive and well, watching marvel movies with you and reggie <3

a soft graze upon your forehead caused you to stir a bit from the slumber you were in. eyes blurred and mind still disoriented, you let out a puzzled hum.

colin sighed, his hopes of not waking you up went down low as you rubbed the somnolence away with your hand.

“go back to sleep, sweetheart,” he whispered, caressing your hair.

“work?” you mumbled, forcing back a yawn.

colin hummed, making you frown. as much as you loved seeing your husband at the peak of his career, all of his hard work finally paying off- making him one of the infamous detectives in pennsylvania, it didn’t mean you never longed to have his presence around more.

“can’t you have a day off? just f’today?” you asked, words slurring with sleep, “reggie and i missed you, colin.”

colin’s heart sank. he knew he was spending too much time at work again, only seeing you and his son whenever he comes home late from work, reggie asleep in his bed and you passed out on the living room from waiting up for him, or in the early morning before he goes to work.

“i’ll see what i can do, alright? mare and i have had plenty of information now and we’re so close to solving this case,” colin said, he paused for a bit to think, “but hey, i promise i’ll be home early today for some dinner date with you and reggie, maybe watch some movies if we have some time, is that fine?”

you mustered up a small smile, “sounds perfect, detective,” you leaned up to kiss him on the lips, “now go to work, we’ll see you later.”

with one last kiss on the forehead, colin brought the blankets up to your shoulders and left the room, going into the next one to take a peek at his son.

“mumma, where’s dad?” reggie, your three-year-old son, asked for the umpteenth time. dinner was ready; table mats and plates arranged, the cooked food you spent hours upon making served in your delicate chinawares, and chosen movies fiddled in the hands of your son.

before you could even answer him, the front door jingled, alongside the voice of your husband. you grinned at reggie and exclaimed, “oh- hey, see, daddy’s home!”

you turned back around to make sure everything was in order as your son waddled across the room and into the arms of his father, “hi there, li’l buddy!”

although when you pivoted around, the sudden arrival of another guest surprised you to the limit. mare sheehan, colin’s partner, was standing beside him, taking in the sight of your humble abode.

“oh,”

colin turned his gaze away from his son and to you. usually, the sight of you in his clothes, dinner ready, and soft music playing would have made him more laid back than he was at work, but seeing your hurt expression, dinner ready, and his son still awake, he knew he messed up.

he carefully placed his son back down, letting him shuffle back towards you, “y/n, i- work just caught up, and chief- chief said we have to- and we needed to talk- talk about the case, and i forg-”

pushing aside his stuttering excuse, you forced out a smile and looked at mare, who was just standing there awkwardly, “mare, hey,”

“hey, y/n,” she sent you a tight-lipped smile.

you grabbed reggie and placed him up in his high chair, “c’mon, dinner.”

colin stepped forward and tried to make you look at him, “y/n, i-”

you looked at him with a blank face and replied sternly, “sit down and eat, zabel,”

dinner was awkward and tense, to say the least. colin and mare were exchanging information and questions about the case whilst you were glaring at your husband every once in a while, feeding your son amidst the clattering of utensils and chatter.

there was a moment where silence filled up the room, the discussion of the case long over.

“delicious dinner you made, y/n,” mare cleared her throat, trying to diminish the awkward silence.

“yeah, dinner’s amazing, sweetheart.” colin agreed, trying to get to your best side by complimenting your cooking skills. he wasn’t lying though, it did taste immaculate.

“thanks, mare,” you replied, looking up for a second to acknowledge her, and only giving colin a side-eye.

you were still upset.

“auntie mare, you have cool nerf guns at work?” reggie asked, shaping his mashed potato into a small mountain.

mare blinked, looking between your son and you, “uh, yeah.”

“that’s cool!” reggie’s eyes widened in stupefaction, “you catch bad people like dad, too, auntie?”

mare hummed, sipping on the half-empty beer in her hand.

he whispered a small wow, before talking once more, doing an excellent job of clearing the aura of the room, “like spiderman? spiderman catch bad people, too, auntie! like a superhero,”

“mommy doesn’t catch bad people but she’s my fav’rite superhero.” reggie bragged, beaming at you as you wiped the potato off the corner of his mouth.

as your look softened, you kissed the nose of your son, “thanks, baby. that’s very sweet of you,”

colin smiled, slightly feeling bad for spending less time with his family. he knew that the case they’re working on is important, but he vowed that family always goes first and disregarded that- resulting in you and reggie missing him and colin forgetting that he has a family that he goes back home to.

smiling once more, you stood up, “c’mon, now, say goodnight to auntie mare, alright? we’ll get ready for bed and i’ll read you your favorite bedtime story, ‘kay?”

“but you said we’ll watch spiderman with daddy tonight,” he pouted, arms crossing as he slouched back on his chair.

you sighed, “i know i did, reggie, but daddy has some work to do. he needs to talk about catching the bad guys with auntie mare.”

“okay…” he frowned, raising his arms so that you could get him out of his chair, “good night, auntie mare and daddy.” you nodded politely to mare as you prepared your son for bed.

once he and mare finished off their deliberation on the case, colin got ready for bed and walked into your shared bedroom. seeing you curled up on your side, and asleep, colin sighed.

he never liked sleeping when he knows that you’re both going to bed with a heavy heart. the both of you always fixed things through before heading to bed. ending the night with soft kisses and cuddles.

but that wasn’t the case this time, so he got in under the comforters and turned off the lamp, debating whether or not he should wrap his arm around you.

deciding against it, he kissed your forehead instead and turned to face the other side.

reggie’s eyes slowly fluttered open, it was still dark outside. you promised that the three of you will be spending time together to watch spiderman once his dad got home, but reggie was too avid.

rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his plushie and opened the door of his bedroom, slowly waddling his way to your bedroom, whispering to himself to be careful not to hit anything.

a careful shake on colin’s arm woke him up, he let out a confused groan before begrudgingly opening his eyes.

“reggie? what’cha doin’ up, buddy?” he croaked out, rubbing his face in disarray. his gaze fell onto the clock, 02:34 am.

reggie slowly climbed onto the bed and colin opened his arms to bring him in, “just missed you so much, dad,”

colin’s heart ached. he carefully brought his son in the middle of the bed and let him cuddle further into his hug.

“mommy and i watch superhero movies, but i miss when you copy them in silly voices,” reggie mumbled, slowly feeling the sleepiness take over once more.

“‘m sorry, reggie, i’ll make it up to you and mommy tomorrow, okay?” said colin, he kissed his forehead and rubbed soothing caresses on his head to lull him back to sleep.

the chirping of the birds and the blinding light of the sun seeping through the window served as your wake-up call.

slightly turning around in bed, you sighed as you didn’t see colin in bed anymore. you didn’t know what to expect, of course he’d go back to work.

when you fully turned, you were confused to see reggie sleeping peacefully beside you, arms securely wrapped around his spiderman plushie.

you were about to stand up and make some breakfast when the door suddenly opened. the sight you’re suddenly seeing made you double-take, making sure that you weren’t dreaming.

colin carefully kicked the door a little wider, trying to balance the tray in his hands. when he looked up, he saw that you’ve already woken up, a dazed look on your face.

he smiled, “hey, you’re up. just in time for some breakfast in bed,”

“i thought you were at work,” you sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“made some calls with the chief a while ago, gave me the rest of the week off,” he said, he lowered the food tray on the bedside table and made his way towards reggie.

“reggie?” colin whispered, shaking the little boy a bit to wake him up, “reggie, wake up, buddy,”

he stirred a bit, whining at the sudden disturbance of his sleep.

“reggie, wakey-wakey,” he cooed, running a hand through his son’s hair, “hey, look. i made breakfast, we can watch a movie while eating like i promised, remember?”

“daddy?” he whispered, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up.

“yeah, c’mon, sit up,” colin raised him slowly, resting him beside your arms, “there we go, now…”

“for breakfast,” he grinned, grabbing the tray and placing it on your lap. he grabbed reggie’s sippy cup, containing his favorite hot chocolate.

“choc’late?” reggie beamed, placing a hold on the bottle to warm his hands up.

“yeah! now, scootch over, we’ll eat together.”

glancing over your husband, a ghost of a smile appeared on your lips. you watched as your two favorite boys interacted, making up for lost time.

as reggie munched on his pancakes, a marvel movie playing on the television, colin sipped on his coffee and turned to look at you.

feeling the weight of his stare, you shifted your gaze away from the movie and stared right back, “what is it?”

he sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, “it’s just- i’m sorry, y/n. i know i haven’t been around much, spending too much time at work and little time with you guys. i just wanted to make it up to both of you.”

you smiled softly, placing your cup down, and leaned a bit to kiss his cheek, “s’alright, colin. you’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

grinning widely, the both of you turned your attention back to your son who’s babbling about how pepper potts and tony stark are like his parents.

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kinktober day 13 — masturbation

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

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

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

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

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

colin zabel lives for your smiles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“and then i told her–”

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

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

“colin?”

“y-yeah?”

“are you even listening?”

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

[septicbro1005]

the fictional characters i wish to hug tonight

i swear to god i'd love to snag a hug from colin zabel or snuggle up with charles decker while i fall asleep

i just want sleepy snuggles, man

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The Morning After

The Morning After

Fic Summary: Colin wakes up in your apartment the morning after getting drunk and the two of you finally finish what you started in his hotel room. Love Exists Masterpost. The Evans Fics Masterpost.

Fic Rating: 18+

Pairing: Colin Zabel/Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut

The first thing Colin notices when he opens his eyes is the splitting headache that makes it feel like his head is about to explode. With a sleepy groan he rubs his temples, reaching for his pillow so he can block out the bright morning sun. He doesn’t find a pillow and when he rolls over to look for it, he ends up on the floor, a blanket tangled around his jean-clad legs.

It’s enough to wake him up properly. He looks around, realizing he’s not in his hotel room but on the faded carpet of a strange apartment.

Oh god. Where am I?

Bits and pieces of the previous night come together. Colin remembers the reunion, remembers running into Mare and making a fool of himself. He remembers her calling someone.

It’s like his mind replays the moment you walked through the door in slow motion. After that, things get a little fuzzy but he’s smart enough to put the pieces together and realize that he’s at your place.

Smooth, Zabel. Real smooth.

Colin pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees stars. Being drunk and crashing on the couch of the woman he’s head over heels for isn’t the lowest he’s been but it’s pretty damn close. He feels awful and the hangover doesn’t help.

His mouth is like cotton and his stomach churns from the emptiness and whatever alcohol may still remain.

Carefully, he extracts himself from the blanket gets up, determined to find the bathroom. He doesn’t hear a peep from your room so he assumes you’re still asleep. Quietly, he tiptoes around your apartment until he finds a tiny bathroom off the kitchen.

The first thing he does is douse his face in ice cold water before taking several large gulps from the tap. His reflection in the mirror looks awful: sleep-mused hair and dark circles under bloodshot eyes isn’t exactly how he wishes to present himself to you.

He does the best he can to freshen up and make himself feel more human.

By the time he steps out of the bathroom, the headache is a dull throb and he feels more alert. Of course, now he has the awkward problem of being awake in someone else’s apartment while they are still sleeping.

He can’t help but take the time to wander, looking at the personal items and mementos that are laying around. The space definitely is small but looks warm and lived in. Colin himself lives with his mother so most of what’s in the house is hers. It’s part of the reason why he got a hotel room for a bit while working on the case. So he can spread out his things and not worry about them being seen or touched.

“Find anything interesting?”

Colin turns around to find you standing in the doorway of your room, arms crossed as you lean against the frame.

His heart skips a beat at how good you look: soft eyes, amused smirk, wearing oversized t-shirt with comfortable looking shorts. He’s so used to seeing you dressed for work that it almost feels like he’s intruding.

Well, you are, genius. You passed out drunk on her couch.

“Hey, hi. Ummm…good morning,” he says, giving you an awkward wave.

“Morning.”

“Thanks for letting me crash on your couch. I hope I didn’t do or say anything too embarrassing.”

“You don’t remember?”

Colin rubs the back of his neck. “Bits and pieces. But there are gaps.”

You chuckle. “Why don’t I make us some coffee and fill those in for you?”

“Great. I mean, yes, please. Thank you. Coffee sounds good.”

Still smirking, you head to the kitchen, leaving Colin to his own devices in the living room. He takes the time to sit back in the couch and pull out his phone. Thankfully, there are no important messages waiting for him so he didn’t miss anything while he partied. There is a text from his mother asking if he’d be home for dinner that night but other than that, nothing world ending.

The smell of coffee wafts in from the kitchen and puts Colin at ease. When you finally return to the living room, you carry two steaming mugs. He carefully takes one from you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Okay, lay it on me,” he says, taking a deep breath. “How bad was I?”

You laugh. “Not as bad as you think,” you assure him. “You were actually pretty adorable.”

“Hey, I’ll take adorable over obnoxious any day.”

“First, you were really excited to see me. Then you had me do a shot with you.”

Colin relaxed a little. “Alright, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

“You asked for a kiss.”

Colin chokes on his first sip of coffee, pulling the mug away to try to avoid spilling it on himself. Vaguely he can recall the incident and his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“I did do that, didn’t I?” he asks with a wince.

You look like you’re enjoying his blushing a bit too much. “Yes, yes you did.”

“In my defense, you’re a great kisser.”

This time when you laugh, he joins you, feeling the embarrassment start to melt away.

“Right back at you, Zabel.”

Pleased with himself, he takes a few more sips of coffee before saying, “We really need to talk about what all this means.”

“Probably.”

More silence follows as you both try to figure out how to start such a conversation. Finally, he says your name as he puts his mug down on the coffee table.

“It’s no secret that I like you,” he says. “And I know it’s a little muddy since we work together, but I honestly feel like there’s really something here. I don’t want to miss a chance to see where it can go.”

You aren’t looking at him while he speaks. Instead, you stare into your coffee cup. Colin tries not to take it personally since he’s also having a hard time making eye contact. He waits in silence for you to respond, worried you may not feel the same way.

“I like you too, Colin,” you eventually say, causing his shoulders to relax as some of the tension leaves his body. “The truth is, I’m shit at this sort of thing. Spontaneous in the moment decisions, great, I can do that. But planning and talking aren’t my strongest skills.”

Colin holds out his hand for yours. You stare at it for a moment before accepting. Your hand is warm from your coffee mug and Colin can’t help but give it a squeeze.

“There’s absolutely no pressure,” he says. “We can take things as slow as you need. I want to be with you, in whatever way makes you comfortable.”

You put your mug down and a second later, he finds your lips pressing against his in a firm kiss. His brain short circuits for a moment, not expecting it. Eager and definitely willing, he kisses you back, cupping your cheek to hold you in place.

When you draw back, he’s a little dazed. “Or as fast as you want. That works too.”

You smile, slipping your arms around him to hold him close. “Why don’t we take this into my room?”

Yes, yes, god yes. Fucking hell. Please.

“Does this mean you want to do this?” he asks. “Date I mean. Do you want to date with me? I mean, go on a date with me?”

“I really do. After we finish what we started the other night. That work for you?”

“Yup. Yeah, definitely works.”

Grinning, you slide off the couch and pull him to his feet, leading him into your bedroom. He doesn’t get a chance to really get a good look around because then you’re kissing him again and he’s too preoccupied with the feeling of your mouth against his. The last time he was in this situation everything was so quick and rushed.

Now, he can take him time, savor your kiss and the feeling of your warm body pressed along his. He takes your face in your hands, cradling it as he deepens the kiss. With a quiet hum, you part your lips to let his tongue explore, sending tendrils of heat shooting through his body and straight down to his groin. His jeans are uncomfortably tight all of a sudden and the urge to yank them off is strong.

As if reading his mind, you reach down and undo the button with a swift flick of your fingers. He fumbles in his haste to push them down his hips, accidentally knocking your hands away as the clothing pools around his ankles. It draws a soft giggle out of you, which in turn makes him smile into your kiss. You fall back onto the bed, bringing him with you. Unfortunately, the pants don’t help and what should have been a smooth movement turns into a half-stumble as he all but falls on top of you.

“Ah, shit!” he exclaims.

You burst into laughter, eyes bright with amusement. “You’re so fucking cute.”

Colin can’t help but give you a lopsided smile. “I mean, I’d prefer to be sexy but cute is good too.”

“Then be sexy for me, Colin.”

He knows you’re teasing but the way your voice wraps around his name makes his cock jump with excitement. With hooded eyes, he cups the back of your head and yanks you into a bruising kiss, easily wiping the smile off your face. Dear god, he can’t get enough of you. All you’ve done is make-out a little and he’s already swimming in the deep end. Managing to kick out of his offending pants, he lets them fall to the floor as you move up the bed, him eagerly following.

The sheets are still warm and smell like you. Colin is drowning in your presence and your scent, and all it does is add fuel to the already roaring fire within. But before things go too much further, Colin pauses.

“I have condoms in my wallet,” he says. “We don’t have to go all the way. But if you want to…”

“I want to.” You kiss him, taking his breath away. “I want you, Colin. All of you.”

He can’t help but groan, kissing you deeply as his hand slides up the back of your shirt, reveling in the heated flesh under his palm. One of your hands grips his shirt, while the other runs through his hair, coming to rest on the nape of his neck. It’s like you’re trying to hold him against you so he doesn’t leave, which he has absolutely no intentions of doing.

Colin pulls back just enough to push your shirt up so he can cup your breast, marveling in the softness of it as he bends his head to take your nipple into his mouth. Your gasp is beautifully erotic and Colin closes his eyes, lavishing the soft bud with his tongue while his other hand massages your other breast. You wrestle the shirt up and off, chucking it off to the side. Your body is wonderfully stretched out beneath Colin, eager and waiting for everything and anything he wants to do.

Teasing the bud in his mouth until it’s stiff, he plants several kisses along your breastbone before switching his attention to the other breast. You’re already panting, your chest rising and falling steadily under his ministrations.  He feels your arms come around him, your legs wrap around his waist, and then the next thing he knows, you’re rolling him onto his back, tugging on his hair so he’s forced to draw away from your breasts and look up at you.

You kiss him deeply, before sitting back and tugging on his t-shirt. “Take this off. Now.”

His cock is rock hard at the dominate display and he scrambles to do as you say, sitting up just enough to rid himself of his shirt. The second he does, your hand is on his chest, pushing him back into the pillows as you lay a trail of hot kisses down, down, down…

You lavish his hip bone with love bites as you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxer-briefs. Colin’s heart slams against his ribcage as he watches you pull his underwear down, his cock pink and swollen, begging for your attention.

Your eyes never leave his, however. As you carelessly toss his underwear over your shoulder, you keep staring at his face, even when you wrap your hand around him and give him an experimental squeeze. Colin loses the staring contest instantly, letting his eyes close and his head fall back. It’s been far too long since he’s had a hand other than his own around himself. His teeth dig into his bottom lip the moment you take him into your mouth, gently sucking on his already oversensitive tip.

“Fuck!” he mutters under his breath, one of his hands reaching down for you.

You take him fully into your mouth and he about has a heart attack, remembering to be careful just before he thrusts up. Not that you seem to mind. In fact, he feels your hand grab his and you bring it to the back of your head, letting him know it’s okay. Colin pushes down as he thrusts up and you go along with his movements, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat before you pull up and do it again. And again. And again.

His body is already drenched in sweat as he gently fucks your mouth. His free hand reaches up to fist the pillow under his head. He needs to see. Needs to have a visual to go with the mind-blowing sensations that have taken over.

Colin forces his eyes open and is met with your staring back at him as you bob your head up and down on his cock. Watching your lips stretched around him is almost too much to handle. There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes, and when Colin’s blurry gaze focuses just past you, he can see your hand in your shorts, touching yourself as you suck on his cock.

The urge to touch and taste you overwhelms him to the point where he pulls you off of him, sitting up in eager anticipation. You push yourself onto your knees but don’t have a chance to do much else as he grabs your wrist, yanking it out of your shorts and immediately slipping your soaked fingers into his mouth. With a moan, his eyes close as he savors the taste of you. It’s not enough. He needs more.

One quick, filthy kiss and then he has you on your back again, pulling your shorts off to find you’re not wearing panties. Colin throws your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between them, lips descending on your wet cunt that begs for his attention. It’s your turn to close your eyes and fall back against the pillows, your turn to lose yourself in the feeling of his mouth sampling your arousal as if it’s the most delicious dessert on the planet.

Colin loses track of time.

All he knows is the taste of you and the increasing volume of your moans, muffled by your thighs clamped around his ears. Your hands tangle in his hand, pulling and tugging on the strands in encouragement. At least, Colin hopes its encouragement. Judging by the way your body is trembling, he’s willIng to bet that it is.

Moments later, you’re saying something. Something he can’t quite hear. He only realizes it’s a warning when your body suddenly locks into place, practically suffocating him between your legs. Honestly, he doesn’t mind. If that’s how he leaves this world, so be it.

He kisses and tastes you through your orgasm, only coming up for air when your legs slip from his sweaty shoulders. You’re so fucking beautiful. Your face is glowing in post-orgasmic bliss, eyes hooded as you smile down at him. Colin gives you a few more kisses before resting his chin on your belly.

“How’d I do?”

“Ten out of ten. Would do again.”

He chuckles as he pushes himself up to lean over you. With a smile, you stroke his cheek, your gaze so full of admiration and affection, it makes his heart twist. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, before rolling off of you to retrieve his wallet from his abandoned pants.

Condom in hand, he turns back to you, only to find his mouth preoccupied by yours in your attempt to kiss the life out of him. At least, that’s what it feels like. Colin sighs longingly as he kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

You push him onto his back, straddling his waist with that damn smirk of yours that will now forever get his blood pumping. Colin opens the foil package and rolls the condom on, tossing the wrapper onto your nightstand. You knock his hand away when he’s done, gripping him at the base and lifting yourself up just enough to push the blunt head of his cock against your slit.

Colin flexes, thrusting up to push his way into you for the first time.

Your moans are loud as he slowly slides into you, while you start to work yourself up and down on his cock. It takes all his willpower not to thrust into your heat all at once. He wants to, fuck does he want to, but he’s a patient man. He can wait until you’re ready for him. He runs his hands up and down your thighs as you work together, both making small movements until he bottoms out, your thighs pressed snuggly against his.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You open your eyes and smirk at him, rising up before coming back down quicker than before. “More than. Fuck me, Colin.”

And he does.

Gripping your hips, Colin fucks himself in and out of you, watching with wide eyes as you ride him. It’s a beautiful erotic sight that he knows he’ll be picturing for days to come. You’re so confident and in-control, using him for your pleasure however you’d like. It only makes him harder, makes him want to please you more. The way you moan and call out his name is the best music in the world. His fingers dig into your skin as his movements speed up to match yours. The bed rocks and squeaks, headboard banging loudly against the wall.

Colin knows he’s not going to last. How can he? You’re so fucking stunning and sexy, and the idea that he’s the one making you like this, making you moan and gasp, is too much for him to handle.

“Baby…” he groans. “I’m going to…I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, Colin, yes,” you moan, hands splayed on his chest. “Come for me.”

He forces himself to sit up as you keep going, one arm wrapped around your waist while he holds himself up with the other, his forehead pressing against yours. Your hot breath mingles with his in an attempt at a sloppy kiss, which quickly ends when Colin comes.

His breath comes out in gasps as he fucks up into you, filling the condom with his release. But he’s not selfish, not in the slightest. His hand worms between your bodies, thumb seeking your swollen nub between your legs. It only takes a few hasty rubs before you’re coming again, crushing him against your chest as your hand fists his hair.

The two of you collapse backwards in a sweaty, panting mess of limbs.

Stars dance before Colin’s eyes and he struggles to remember how to breathe. That was…indescribable. Never in his life has he ever had such a passionate, heat filled love-making session. Because that’s what he considers it: making-love. There was too much fire, too much emotion for it to just be about sex.

“Fuck, Zabel.” Your face in buried in his neck, your chest moving rapidly with his. “Now I’m really mad we were interrupted last time.”

Colin lets out a breathless laugh, placing a few kisses on your forehead. “Did you…I mean, I take it you enjoyed it?”

You pull away, eyes wide with shock. “Hell yeah.” You smirk, squirming on top of him just enough for him to feel the remnants of your arousal. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

He smirks back, stroking your cheek as he presses his forehead to yours. “It was. Doesn’t mean I still don’t like to hear it.”

You kiss him and he holds you close, basking in the giddiness that fills his chest. A moment later, you roll off of him with a wince. Colin takes the time to carefully remove his condom, tying it off and shoving it into the wrapper he discarded earlier.

“How many of those do you have with you?” you purr, curling against his side to lay kisses on his chest.

“At least three.”

“Perfect. You’re going to need every one of them.”

“Dear god, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

“Nah. Just ride you until we’re both too sore to move.”

“Good thing we have the day off then, huh?”

“Exactly. Now, let’s make the most of it.”

Colin grins and pulls you into another kiss. In the back of his mind, he knows there’s still so much you two need to talk about. But that can wait. Right now, he has more important things to do, like seeing if he can make you moan that loud again.

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sleepy

pairings: colin zabel x reader

warnings: slight ep 2 spoilers, mentions of food,

word count: 500

note: i feel like sleepy colin would be clingy. requested.

colin has been working his ass off from the moment he was transferred to easttown. his nightly routine of eating dinner at 7, spending some time with you from 8-9 while reviewing his case files, and going to bed at 10 has been altered to a great amount.

he was known to be a morning person rather than a night owl like you are.

hence the reason why he’s groggy the second he steps foot in your rented apartment. it’s been a long day; interrogating hormonal teenagers who did little to nothing to help solve the case.

shrugging off his jacket, he hung it on the coat rack and made his way to your bedroom.

“hey, love,” you greeted, not attempting to look up from your book.

a tired grunt came out from colin’s lips, walking in the bathroom to freshen up.

colin turned off the light and marched towards you.

“do you want some dinner, colin? i could cook something up for you,” you offered, slamming the book shut and sitting up properly.

“no,” he mumbled, crawling on top of the bed. he removed the pillow from your lap and laid his head on top of it, his arms slipping around your waist. he’s had countless cups of coffee that were supposed to keep him awake. it didn’t, although it made him stuffed.

“okay,” you chuckled, moving a bit to make yourself comfortable.

“have you eaten though?” colin asked, voice muffled.

you hummed, “mhm, had some mac ‘n cheese not too long ago,”

“great,” he grabbed your hand beside him and placed it on top of his head, gesturing you to run your fingers through his hair.

you smiled softly, doing as he beckoned. he let out a content sigh, allowing himself to finally have some shut-eye.

“how was your day, love?” you whispered, halting to see if he was awake.

it took him a few seconds to register your words, his exhaustion consuming him.

“alright, got a bunch of kids to question and,” he let out a yawn, his words slurring together, almost incoherent, “had a few information gathered.”

“yeah? how’s mare doing?” you asked, letting your head fall back against the headboard as you continue to massage his scalp.

“she’s- she’s okay. still reserved, but i think she’s y’know, yeah,” colin blurred, his body slowly shutting down, not used to staying up too late.

you chuckled softly, “alright, sit up for me, detective,”

he whined at your words but doing as you said anyway. you fluffed the pillows and brought the comforter up, “c’mon,”

you laid down comfortably and letting colin curl up beside you, throwing his arm and leg around you as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

you kissed his forehead and hummed a song, making it easier for him to fall asleep.

as colin’s snores filled the room, you took your time to admire the man beside you. your fingertips slowly tracing the creases on his face, “good night, colin. i love you,”

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