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[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 1)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Disclaimer ─ In Part 1 of the series, the main characters are introduced, setting the stage for the encounter of Evan and Y/N to unfold and the sexual energy between them to build up. Things get super steamy and smutty in Part 2.

Warnings (for Part 2) ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, handjob, nudes, handjob, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill :)

Word count ─ 3.8K

18+ > If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

You step out of the shower, steam stirring around you as you wrap your hair turban-style in a towel. The anticipation of a proper night-out since you made the bold move to quit your job in Europe and pursue another life in the US tingles in your veins. It feels like forever since you’ve let loose, and tonight promises to be nothing short of epic.

Plopping down onto your bed, you grab your go-to jar of coconut body butter from the dresser. You squeeze a generous dollop onto your palm and rub your hands together. The creamy texture blends in as you work it onto your skin, leaving it smooth and oh-so-soft.

As you immerse yourself in your ritual, you hear the familiar buzz of a FaceTime call. Glancing over at your bedside table, you see “Adria,” your friend’s name, glowing on the screen. You pick up your phone, still coated in moisturiser, and her face pops up. A look of desperation is written all over her features.

“Hey, girl! What’s up?” you chirp, propping the phone on your desk to finish off your pampering session.

She lets out a dramatic groan. “Send help,” she whines, her voice tinged with panic. “I’m having a meltdown over here. I swear, I got nothing to wear.”

You can’t help but giggle at her faux-crisis. “First-world problems, brain rot,” you tease, sneaking a peek at the heap of clothes behind her. “I see you’ve got quite a selection to pick from.”

Adria pouts, swatting playfully at the camera. “Nah, these don’t count. I need everyone to be ‘she ate and left no crumbs.’ What’re going for tonight? I need some inspo!”

You chuckle sympathetically, holding the phone aloft as you pivot to show her your fit for tonight laid out on your bed. “I’m going for less is more—my thrifted mini satin dress and racing black leather jacket with my military boots and white tube socks for a touch of sass.”

She gives you a strained smile as she takes in your outfit. “Ahh, you pull off that casual vibe effortlessly, babe.”

You flip the camera back to you, shrugging nonchalantly, “I’m casual and proud!”

Adria rolls her eyes with a teasing glint. “Okay, but what about makeup? You gotta glam it up… you know the LA sparkle! That’s how we do it in East Hollywood, at least!”

You scoff, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m feeling the au naturel look. You know I suck with makeup big time—I’d probably end up looking like Pennywise.”

Rather than rehashing your “Why makeup should be banned” manifesto, you choose to dig further into the evening’s plans. “So, who else’s joining us tonight, Ad?”

She rattles off a list of names, both female and male—some known, others unknown—and you nod along. “Gotcha. I’ll be ready by 10.”

“Perf. I’ll swing by to pick you up then. Buckle up for a wild night, biyyyatch!” she exclaims, wiggling her brows at you.

You let out a choked laugh as you observe her grimacing. “Alrighty, catch you soon!”

Once you hang up, you slip into your outfit and let your hair fall loose, fluffing it up for a bit of volume. No need for fancy blowouts tonight—you’re all about that breezy, air-dried look.

With a spritz of perfume and a final check in the mirror, you grab your essentials and head out into the dazzling city lights.

As you strut into the club with your gang, the uplifting beats hit you like a wave of energy. The nostalgic tunes of early 2000’s R&B thump in your chest, urging you to groove with every step. You all weave through the sea of nightclubbers, the party mode building up inside you like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

“Let’s hit the bar!” Tommy, one of the guys and Adria’s boyfriend, shouts over Missy Elliot. You all nod in agreement, eager to keep the high spirits flowing with some booze.

You slither through more partygoers who dance erratically, all while juggling their drinks. Some move smoothly to the rhythm, while others simply jiggle around out of tune.

Neon lights flash and strobe, casting an electric glow over the bartender as he polishes a row of whiskey glasses with cool confidence. A cheeky smile plays on his lips as you hop onto an empty stool before him.

“What can I get you started?” he roars over the music, his voice cutting through the din.

“Coronas all around,” you holler, matching his tone with equal fervour. You hand him a wad of cash chipped in by everyone.

“Coming right up.” With a flick of his wrist, he expertly pops the cap off the bottle, sliding them your way with a wink.

“Thanks,” you mouth, shooting him a grin before heading back to your friends with a tray.

You take a long, satisfying gulp, the crisp taste of beer quenching your thirst. With your beverage in hand, you pace to the dance floor, your friends in tow only metres away.

Your hips swing in harmony with the melody, and your feet glide effortlessly across the ground. Heads turn and whispers follow your path. Some even reach out, uttering unintelligible words, or brush against your shoulder as you pass by.

Ignoring the distractions, you grab Adria and Jasmine, dragging them into the heart of the dance floor while the rest of the group forms a circle around you. The music engulfs you, momentarily sweeping away the grim memories of your pre-relocation life.

With each song that blares through the speakers, your body twists and twirls with fluid grace, each move perfectly timed to the tempo of the music. In that moment, you feel more alive, more liberated than ever before.

As time trickles by, the music continues to pump and the lights swirl around you. You notice Joseph, the lone blond dude in the squad, inching closer and closer to you as the night stretches on. 

“Heyo, Y/N! How’s it going?” he greets you with a tap on the shoulder, his voice rumbling near your ear.

“Hey! All good now. How’s you?” you retort with a tight-lipped smile, bringing your Corona to your lips for another sip.

“Now that I’m chatting with you, much better!” he quips back, a hint of mischief in his tone. “How are you liking the States?”

Just as you’re about to respond, joyous screams erupt from Adria and a couple of other girls from your group, catching your attention. Before you can fully process what’s happening, Adria dashes toward you and jumps into your arms, nearly knocking you off balance.

“Girl! Are you on Molly or something? What’s going on?” you mock, smoothing out your dress on the cleavage before you start flashing whoever’s at close vicinity.

“Omg, you won’t believe it!” Adria squeaks, frantically clapping her hands.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Try me.”

“Ahh, my fangirling is through the roof right now! Evan Peters is here,” she cries out, bouncing up and down, squeezing your hand tightly.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Who?” 

“Evan Peters, Y/N! The hottie from American Horror Story… Kai Anderson, Cult? Kit Walker, Asylum? Seriously, don’t these ring any bells? Umm… Dahmer? Come on—you’ve watched that series!” she insists, her voice pitch rising as she tries to jog your memory.

A flicker of recognition crosses your face as your friend’s description sinks in. “Oh, right, Evan Peters,” you concede with a faint smile. “I remember now…And?”

Adria’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open in disbelief. “And?? He’s in the same space as us, breathing the same oxygen, Y/N!”

You shake your head, trying to inject a dose of reality into her Hollywood-induced haze. “Okay, but let’s be real here. He’s a mega star, so totally out of league. I mean, we’ve got about as much chance with him as a blue whale does with climbing Mount Everest,” you quip and fold your arms, narrowing your eyes at her. “And you’ve got a boyfriend, in case you forgot.”

Adria’s enthusiasm deflates slightly as she’s reminded of Tommy. “It’s not the same,” she protests sheepishly, fiddling with her bracelet. “You know how celebrity crushes work. How can I not crave Evan when he’s graced the world with his Tate Langdon role?” 

You can’t help but laugh at her delirium. “Ugh, Adria, it’s giving obsession and borderline restraining order from Peters if you keep this up. Let’s just focus on having a blast tonight and drop the celebrity fantasies, okay?”

A couple of hours melt away, and the energy of the dance floor begins to wane. Most of your friends retreat to a nearby table to freshen up. But not you. With two others by your side, you’re on a mission to keep the party alive, letting the music guide your body with a fierce determination.

Mid-twirl, though, your eyes snag on something unexpected—a figure lingering at the fringes of the dance floor, his attractive gaze burning into you like a laser beam, sending a bolt of lightning down your back. It takes a moment for you to register who it is, but when you do, your heart kicks into overdrive.

Evan Peters.

You try to play it cool, biting down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the grin that’s itching to break free. You try to pass it off as just a coincidence, a trick of the light or a delulu figment of your imagination, but when you steal another glance in his direction, you find his eyes still trained on you. This time around, he offers a timid smile.

Your throat feels like it’s swallowed a golf ball as you sense his eyes fixed on you. Desperate to shake off the sudden self-consciousness, you rummage through your tiny shoulder bag for your phone. Your fingers jitter as you feign interest in your screen, scrolling aimlessly through your main menu or typing out gibberish in your notes app.

But even as you try to stay composed, his stare weighs on you like a ton of bricks. Are you tripping? Feeling more awkward and exposed than ever (you don’t have Evan Peters laying eyes on you every day), you motion to your friends that you’re heading to the restroom. Anything to escape the spotlight, even if it’s only for a sec.

This time, you bulldoze through the crowd, head low, with the toilets being your last glimmer of hope for salvation. Or so you think. Just as you’re about to slip away, a warm, soft hand gently closes around your wrist, halting you in your tracks.

Every muscle in your body tenses as you slowly turn to confront the person obstructing your way. And there he is, Evan Peters in the flesh, standing before you with an enigmatic grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Your heart leaps into your throat when you face him, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert. Your mind races a mile a minute—Is this real life? Did you manifest this? Is Evan Peters actually in front of you?

Fuck, Adria’s right. He’s hot as hell, you ruminate, feeling your breath clutching in your throat.

Before you can even gather your thoughts, he greets you with a seductive rasp. “Hey.” His eyes seal with yours in a way that makes your knees turn into jelly.

I just saw you and heard you in person, Evan! Scrap everything I said to Adria. Forget the restraining order. Just slap the handcuffs on me, and do whatever you want... Erhm, I mean, take me into custody cause staring at you should definitely be illegal.

You freeze, unable to tear your eyes away from his handsome dark brown (almost black) eyes and silky tousled curls. A feeble “Hi” is all you manage, your voice barely above a whisper as a nervous flutter stomps onto your stomach.

“Having a good time?” he checks in, his smile widening by the second.

“The asphyxiation I feel right now must be a sure sign that I’m enjoying myself, right?” you reply, fanning your hand in front of your face for dramatic effect.

His throaty laughter bubbles up from deep within him, the sound instantly cranking up your heartbeat. It’s genuine and infectious, like he’s letting down his guard and inviting you into his world, flashing those perfect teeth like they’re on a billboard.

“If you’re suffocating from excitement, then you must be doing something right. But don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye out on you. If you turn purple, I’ll dial 911,” he teases, gently lifting your chin with his index finger and giving you a full inspection with feigned seriousness. “Nope, we’re good. So far, all I see is beauty, no signs of death.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up with embarrassment, so you instinctively lower your head, hoping to hide your rose-tinted face. 

You battle to keep it together, but the fact that his hand hasn’t budged from your wrist since your eyes met screams, ‘fainting spell incoming.’ As if that’s enough, his thumb traces soft circles on your skin, sending goosebumps up your arm. “You make me cringe, do it again,” you joke, and you both share a laugh.

“Alright, let’s see what card I should pull next. Here it comes, drumroll—on behalf of everyone in here, I testify to your: ‘I got some serious moves and conquered the dance floor, but I need a breather now.’” he rambles and raises his free hand in mock ovation, his grin laced with mischief.

You chuckle, a surge of confidence brewing within you. “Well, it takes the greatest of them all to verify this. A lifetime of dancing lessons didn’t go down the drain, I guess. I appreciate your testament, sir, and the panel’s verdict,” you coo, bowing theatrically.

Once again, his laughter fills the space between you, warm and hearty.

After a few minutes of silence and a staring contest that makes it agonising for you to breathe, you finally utter, “I said this would be my night, and, apparently, I meant that,” discreetly eyeing him from head to toe, semi-drooling.

“Yeah? Any highlights of the night?” he inquires, his tone dripping with curiosity, and you can’t resist playing along after letting your thoughts slip out loud.

“Nothing yet. But I’m counting on your highlighter to illuminate my way,” you spill out, playfully tilting your head to the side. A sly grin spreads across your lips as you throw the bait, hoping he’ll keep up with your pun game.

His “strike” is immediate as he edges closer to you. “Believe it or not, I’ve got one on me that can change your night from the inside out,” he shoots back, his smile growing, clearly on the same innuendo-laden wavelength as you. You’re a match made in flirtatious banter heaven, true that.

“I need some inside work, that’s for sure. Glad you’re volunteering,” you reply, feeling a rush of heat flood through you at his words. Then, you quickly transition, turning his wrist stroking into a handshake as you introduce yourself.

He hums, gently taking your hand in his, his smile stretching wide enough to reveal his adorable dimples that only add to his charm. “Evan.”

“I know,” you admit, unable to contain your broad smile. “But just an FYI, I haven’t binged-read your fanfics or analysed our astrology charts to see if we’re soulmates. I’ve gone as far as watching Dahmer. Stellar performance, by the way,” you blurt out, still shaking his hand.

He rolls his lips into his mouth to suppress another giggle. “Okay, chill. No need to prove you’re not a psycho. Wanna grab a drink to cool off?”

“No need to ask,” you fire back with equal enthusiasm, both of you grinning like kids in a candy store. Without hesitation, you just follow his lead, diving headfirst into the moment with a reckless abandon, thinking, ‘I’m all in, no matter what crazy idea you’ve got up your sleeve, baby boy.’

He cups your hand in his, his palm firm and reassuring, as he guides you through the throngs of people toward a quieter bar setup located upstairs in the club. The touch makes your head spin, feeling the familiar sensation of heat pooling between your thighs, leaving your undies all moist. You’ve felt sparks like this before, but never quite so intensely, and certainly not so quickly with anyone else.

As you trail behind him, you can’t help but lightly graze the back of his hand, mapping the pathways of his veins with your fingertips. You love a baby face paired with strong arms—he’s exactly your kind of man.

“Maybe it’s better…” he begins once you reach the bar, but the music swells out of the blue, drowning out the remainder of his sentence.

You involuntarily scrunch up your nose and squint, struggling to concentrate and hear him over the blasting tunes. “Come again, sorry?”

Before you can react, he draws closer to you. His breath is warm and tickly against your ear, causing a tremor through your entire body. Not to mention his voice: husky and velvety, making your cunt pulsate for him already.

Damn, things are moving at lightning speed, and you’re struggling to keep pace.

As Evan gets nearer, you catch a subtle yet alluring whiff of cinnamon and cologne. But, actually, it’s the natural scent exuding from his body that has a chokehold over you. Those pheromones he unleashes are like full-blown intoxication, making you lightheaded, your pulse thudding.

You lean in to mimic his gesture and whisper to his ear, but you’re pleasantly surprised when he gently clasps your hand, signalling for you to hold on. As he removes his earplugs, he explains, “Sorry I’ve got very sensitive ears.”

You chuckle, a wicked spark in your eye as you lift a tuft of hair to reveal your own ear protectors. “Great minds think alike,” you cheer.

“No, you didn’t,” he exclaims, eyes widened as you burst out laughing in sync.

As your laughter subsides, Evan’s expression shifts. His eyes bore into yours with a smouldering intensity as if he’s on the verge of revealing a long-held secret or daring to make a move.

But before you can form coherent thoughts or pluck up the courage to speak, Evan blinks fast, breaking the spell. “Shall we get those drinks at last? What’d you like?”

You clear your throat, trying to snap out of your nasty thoughts with Evan being the main character. “I’m down for another Corona, thanks.”

He flashes a quick two-finger salute to the bartender before turning back to you, his lips curving up in a cute, crooked smile. “So, who are you here with tonight?”

“Just some friends,” you confess, your voice trailing off as he raises his bottle to clink it against yours in a toast. His eyes remain glued on yours as he takes a sip, his defined jawline and slender neck at full display begging for your kisses. The intensity of his gaze makes your legs all wobbly. “A-and yourself?” you stammer, breaking eye contact to nervously trace a circular pattern on the rim of the bottle glass with your fingers.

“Same, I came to visit friends during my break. I’m flying back to Vancouver in ten days to carry on filming Tron.”

Your grip tightens around the cool glass of your drink as Evan drops the bombshell. You feel the liquid catch in your throat as you choke, a sudden surge of panic hitting your chest. You cough, the sound harsh and uncontrolled, your body reacting instinctively to the news.

“Canada?” you manage to croak out between coughs, your voice hoarse. You struggle to swallow past the lump, your throat raw and constricted. Your chest heaves as you fight to regain control.

“Y/N, are you okay?” he asks with a sense of urgency, his forehead creased with deep lines of worry. Leaning in, his eyes search yours for any sign of distress. His hand reaches out to steady you, giving you comforting back rubs.

You nod weakly, your eyes watering from the effort of suppressing another coughing fit.

“Let me fetch some water for you,” he offers, his voice soft and soothing. He sprints to the bar, returning seconds later with a glass of water and a concerned frown etched on his forehead.

“Thanks,” you mumble, accepting the glass with a trembling hand, keeping the bottle of beer in your other hand. The cool water soothes your parched throat, and you feel a sense of relief wash over you as Evan tenderly ruffles your hair and massages your scalp to calm you down. Hint: his hands on you work wonders.

“I’m okay,” you assure him, looking up to meet his gaze again, your heart hammering. Everything else fades away, leaving only the reassuring presence of Evan before you.

You can practically sense the sexual tension between you. His stare flickers between your lips and eyes, his own mouth slightly parted. It’s like a silent invitation that hangs between you like a charged wire ready to ignite, daring you to take a plunge and smother his face with kisses. And then suck his dick so hard that his stomach caves in like a Caprisun.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve just met; he has you at hello and you’d spread your legs for this man without a second thought…

You gulp as you realise he’s almost inches away from you. You shudder when his fresh breath—an irresistible blend of mint and alcohol—wafts into my mouth, blowing stray strands of hair off your face. “You’re leaving in ten days?” you sigh, puckering your lips and giving him a puppy-eyed look.

“Yes, but I’m still here,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on your lips as he leans into your stool. With a single knee, he slowly splits your legs and slides in between them.

“You’re here now. Wanna be at my place next?” you suggest, and he stares back at your eyes with a crooked smirk, his lips curled mischievously.

Without warning, his lips brushed against yours, throwing your arousal off the chart. The torturously slow pace that his lips slide along yours makes your sex leap, pop, and drip. Soft moans escape your bodies as he grabs your ass to pull you in, squeezing it along the way as his chest cushions firmly against your breasts.

He smiles against your lips as you tangle your fingers in his hair and part your mouth, giving him the green light to roughen the kiss. His hard rock boner already presses against your wet centre when his tongue invades your mouth with primitive force, swirling and twirling with yours in a passionate dance.

“How long to get to yours?” he grunts out of breath, wincing from the uncomfortable angle his stiff cock has now taken in his trousers.

“It’s roughly a ten-minute ride, give or take,” you pant, adjusting the hem of your dress.

“Off we go.”

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[yes-divine-ruler]

Babysitting for the Detective - Colin Zabel

x fem!reader

CW: age gap, fingering, sex

wc: 4.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colin just laughs and nods his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your fingernails run up his back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[layla4567]

Vaccines are good

Dad!Colin Zabel x Mom!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey! How was my teddy bear today?"

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

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

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

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

The boy nodded with great enthusiasm and jumping happily.

"Let's see Alex, show me"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think it's a great idea babe"

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

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

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

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

"Yay I love pasta!!"

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

"Ok, then pasta will be"

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

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

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

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

"Sorry mom.."

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

"Come here"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NO!". He yelled

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

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

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

"Alexis Zabel!"

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

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

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

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

"NOOOOO!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Please son I just want to talk I promise"

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

"Fine, come in"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You promise?". Said the boy smiling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright, if you say so..."

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

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

"Okay, so this is little Alex Zabel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So? How did my little champion do?"

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

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

"Oh look at that!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[tvandfilm]

MARE OF EASTTOWN | 1x03 “Enter Number Two”

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[frankenkyle19]

Best Years of Your Life 💋

@iluwmycats here’s Mr. and Mrs. Zabel for you! My apologies for it being short, but I hope it’s fluffy enough!

word count: 784

warnings: mentions of sex, and tooth rotting fluff

It was all so much better than you had expected. Really. Getting to crawl into Colin’s arms after a long day was heaven on earth. He truly was the most patient and caring man you’d ever met,

That’s why you’d agreed to his proposal so fast. After only 8 months together, which in his opinion was way too long, but for you, much too short to make a life long decision. You hadn’t even thought about getting married before Colin came along, but then there he was, that damn smile that sucked you in and before you knew it, he was yours.

He never asked anything of you, except to sometimes toss his laundry into the wash or to bring his lunch to the station when he’d been in a rush and forgot it. When he had talked about kids, you had told him not yet, I want to be able to enjoy you first, and he gladly agreed. 

You two had a small wedding, only a few people in attendance, and it was the best night of your lives, the sex that night alone was to die for. He had been so sweet and gentle (not that he usually wasn’t) and it was so intimate.

You two fell into a quick rhythm after that, had saved up money and bought a small house, perfect for the two of you, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

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Now you busied yourself in the kitchen, prepping for your husband's arrival home. He had just gotten a promotion within the force and you wanted to celebrate it, he deserved it. He put in so much work and was so selfless about all of it. He’d never take credit for anything.

When you heard the front door open you jumped, eyes wide. You hadn’t finished. He was home at least ten minutes early. 

“Hey babyyy-“ 

“Stay OUT OF THE KITCHEN!” You yelled before he could finish his sentence or even fully walk through the door. “Please.” You added.

You heard a chuckle from the living room as Colin set his keys down in the dish by the door, hung up his coat and set his bag down. 

“What’re you cooking up in there, Mrs. Zabel?”

Ah yes, he loved calling you that. It made his heart beat faster every time he said it, or when he caught a glance at the modest ring on your finger. How lucky was he to have someone like you? It blew his mind.

“You’ll see soon enough, if I find out you peeked I’ll-“

“Baby I didn’t, what’s got you so riled up? Is today- oh shit is today a special day?” He asked, voice sounding worried as he racked his brain. It wasn’t an anniversary or a birthday… What was it?

“Colin…” you walked out of the kitchen and faced him, hair put into a messy bun and a bunch of different stains on your apron. You thought you looked a mess, but Colin thought you looked absolutely perfect. 

“What?? Baby what day is it??” He pleaded with you to tell him.

“Your promotion! I wanted to celebrate-“

“You don’t have to do that for me-“

“Hush.” You put a hand to your hip as you approached him. A grin splayed on his lips as he looked over your frame. 

“Make me.” He challenged.

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Needless to say, the food was cold before you two touched it, sat forgotten on the stove because Mr. Zabel just couldn’t control himself. 

You laid on his chest, trying to catch your breath from your previous… activities, when you felt him shift under you to get comfortable.

“The foods cold by now….” You grumbled, though you couldn’t lie, the food being cold was well worth it. 

“That’s what an oven is for. Or even a microwave.” He teased, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

This is how it went, he got home from work, you two would partake in your shenanigans, and then he’d be super lovey (he always was let’s be honest)

A strong arm wrapped around your frame. Firm. Protective. He’d never let anything happen to you. Ever. 

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered, shaking his head. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Oh shut up- you act like you’re ugly or something-“

“Well I mean-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Zabel.”

“Yes ma'am.” He replied with a chuckle.

God he drove you absolutely nuts, but you’d never have it any other way. 

“I love you.” You whispered

And the man, who you’d never even planned on, who came into your life at the perfect time and showed you how great love could be, replied with a simple 

“I love you more”

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[booboodaddysblog]

Disappointment

Part one

Warnings: kissing, teasing, disappointment

Words: 4020

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Marg woke up terrified. She was breathing heavily, her whole body was covered with droplets of cold sweat. She was alone again. She had a bad dream again. She looked at the other half of the bed. She had hoped to see Colin there, plunged into a sweet sleep, but he was not there. Again on the bedside table on his side she noticed a note. She didn't feel like reading it. She was afraid to get out of bed because it meant nausea, and she didn't want to suffer hug the toilet again. She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep again. Sleep was not coming. She decided to move slowly toward Colin's bedside table. She reached for a piece of paper. He drew a heart for her and wrote a short letter inside.

"Dearest,

I have become accustomed to the sight of your beautiful face whenever I open my eyes. It brings a smile to my face. You have no idea what emptiness I feel when I have to get out of bed and go to work. I hope I didn't wake you up this morning. I dropped a glass on the kitchen floor. I hope you didn't hear that. Please be careful with the glass. I was cleaning, but I might have missed something. Be careful.

See you soon. I miss you,

- Colin”

- Oh, stupid hormones! - Marg broke into tears and hugged Colin's letter to herself.

She reached for her phone and began to write him a message. She didn't know how to start...

"Hey, I read your letter. You made me cry again. You are so sweet. Hormones make everything even worse. You have no idea how sad I am without you. I wish I could be close to you. I miss you..."

She pressed "send”

She noticed that Colin immediately read the message and began to write back.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I made you cry, but I hope they are just tears of happiness. Did you sleep well? My sleep was light, I could feel you moving in the night and saying something. Are you all right? How do you feel?"

"Honestly... I slept very badly. I've been plagued by sleep nightmares, this is supposedly normal in pregnancy. Currently I feel fine because I haven't gotten out of bed yet. I'm afraid to stand up because I know how it will end."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. What did you dream about?”

"This is a dream I had not for the first time. I'm in the forest, alone, I can't find the exit and I'm panicking."

"Oh yeah, the one you always dream about when you were a kid... I'm sorry about you having nightmares again, my love, but I wish I was there to hug you and comfort you.”

“I know you’re at work now, sorry to interrupt you.”

"Hey, you don't have to apologize, I love talking to you and I really don't mind. If you need to talk, I'm here for you."

She smiled when she read the message. It made her heart warm.

“Yeah, I need you to be my comfort person, and you already are.”

"I am happy to be such a person for you. I will always be there for you, no matter how bad your day is, I will always listen and give you everything you need."

Again, she felt tears coming to her eyes.

“I need you now. I feel so alone in this big bed.”

The smile on his face disappeared after reading this message. He sighed sadly.

"I know, baby... I really wish I was there with you to at least give you a hug... You know I can't work remotely right now. But I will try to change it somehow.”

“Okay, let’s not talk about it. Do you have a lot of work today?”

He didn't write back for a while, so there was time to finally get up and hug the toilet. Today wasn't as bad as a few days earlier. It was as if she was starting to get used to it.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she looked tired, and after all, she had just gotten out of bed. She sighed and shook her head in displeasure. She washed her face with cool water and returned to her bedroom to change into comfortable clothes and check if Colin write her back.

“I'm actually pretty busy today, I need to go to a meeting and afterwards I have to check on some reports..."

“Mare is good for you today?”

“Haha, yeah, at least I don't have to go out on the field, so I'll be fine for the day.. and at least I'm done soon, I have the evening after work free. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Oh really? I’m happy you will rest. You deserve it. Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to go eat breakfast. See you soon.”

"Okay, see you soon.”

She read Colin's messages one more time and sighed. She went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

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Colin spent almost the entire day at his desk organizing documentation, completing reports. He felt mentally and physically tired. Working in front of a computer, however, was not as fascinating to him as working in the field. Still, he was a little sorry that he had to stay at the police station. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his eyes. He moved his chair away from the desk and stood up to stretch his legs. He walked around the office a few times. He looked out of the window, the weather had not changed since the morning. Rain, rain all the time. That's probably why he felt so bad. He was exhausted. He would have been happiest to go to bed as soon as he reached home.

He wondered what Marg was doing. He picked up his phone and looked at the screen. It was after 6 p.m. It was time to go home. He straightened up and stretched, heard his spine adjust.

- Yes, I definitely sat too long today - he summed up his physical state. He yawned and began to organize his desk.

When he parked in front of the house, he saw that the light was on in the living room. Marg was probably relaxing on the couch or watching something on TV. He got out of the car and walked into the house. He took off his coat and put his briefcase on the floor by the door. He walked into the living room to greet his beloved.

Marg was lying on the couch and reading a book. She didn't hear when he entered the house. He leaned over and looked over her shoulder, watching what she was reading.

- Good evening, Marg - he whispered in her ear.

- Oh God, Colin! - she sat up frightened and grabbed her heart - I didn't hear you come in. This book absorbed me so much.

- Nothing happened - he laughed - what is this book about?

- I was in the store and bought a book about pregnancy. How fascinating all this is. I've never been interested in it. When I finish, you can read it too.

- I'd love to - he smiled - it's been a long time since I read anything other than police files. And such reading is not very pleasant and interesting.

Marg stood up and hugged him tightly.

- I'm glad you're back. I don't like to be alone - she whispered into his neck.

- I missed you very much - he closed his eyes savoring this closeness.

- How was your day at work? How do you feel?

He kissed her forehead, sighed deeply and rested his forehead against hers.

- My day was fine, work was okay. And to be honest, I'm quite tired, but I'm glad I'm finally home with you.

She looked at his eyes.

- Oh you look tired, my baby.

- Yes, I really look tired, don't I? - he sighed.

- Yes, my love, your eyes look tired. Have you been sitting in front of the computer for too long? - she stroked his cheek.

He nodded when she stroked his cheek.

- That's exactly what I've been doing, and I don't think I have much energy left in me, anyway, although I'm trying my best to hide that fact, but yeah, I'm pretty damn tired...

- Oh, my baby - she hugged him again - maybe shower, together? Hmm?

- That’s good idea. But I'm hungry, why don't we eat something?

- What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking about ordering pizza or sushi. What do you think?

- Honestly, pizza sounds like a damn good idea right now - he smiled.

- Okay, let’s order pizza - she kissed him softly - but first shower - she smirked.

He raised an eyebrow as he smirked at her too.

- Are you saying this as my girlfriend, or as my future wife? - he smiled - you know, I wouldn't mind a quick shower together, sounds fun.

- Let’s say, future wife. But anyway I’m still your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, my teddy bear - she kissed him.

- In that case, I'm glad that my girlfriend still cares about her future husband and makes sure he's comfortable - he smiled and kissed her back- and who knows, maybe she's looking for happiness with her future husband during that shower?

- Hmm? Happiness? What’s on your mind? - she smirked.

- Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about, my future wife - he chuckled quietly and leaned in to kiss her again - you're trying to seduce me now, are you?

- Seduce? Always.

- Well, I can't say that you failed in your mission to seduce me.

- Oh, I feel that you’re so hungry - she moaned softly.

- Mmm, very much so…

- I thought you’re tired - she smirked and she put her hand on his stomach and began to move it lower and lower.

His breath hitched when she put her hand on his stomach and began moving it lower.

- I…It's true... I'm tired... v…very.... - closed his eyes.

- I can feel it - she licked her upper lip and looked at the place where her hand had stopped. She clenched it slightly - Something tells me that your pants have become tight.

- Yes… someone is very perceptive.... - took a deep breath - I’m starting to get slightly uncomfortable, if I'm honest....

- Yes, I can even feel it. He’s so big and hard - squeezed his clothed dick again, and she saw as he closed his eyes - do you remember… that I promised you to pleasure you? I’m so hungry right now, Colin… - she kissed him deeply and bit his lower lip lightly.

He started breathing hard as she squeezed his still clothed dick. The deep kiss made it hard for him to stay calm.

- U...uhmm... yes, I remember.... y...you promised... b...but... d...do you think we could wait a little while we finish eating? I...I’m really hungry…

She began to massage his bulge in his pants in circular motions. She felt him tremble with every touch of her hand. She felt Colin's breathing grow heavier, his breath hitched. She sighed in pleasure.

- In that case, what do you want to do first?

His breathing was heavy and intermittent as soon as she started massaging his bulge, and he could hardly form words when she touched him like that.

- I...don't know... - he trembled and grunted quietly, trying to remain calm - m…maybe we'll take a quick shower first, and then think about what to do next?

- Oh, but your bulge is so hard. Oh baby! What should we do with this? - she began kissing Colin's neck, and did not stop massaging his bulge in his pants.

He let out a loud moan as she kissed his neck and massaged his bulge.

- I…I'm sorry, I…I can't think...

His leg began to twitch involuntarily, and he began to breathe heavily as she did this to him.

- Please, stop... and let's just go take that shower.

- Ohh baby, you make me sad. Don't you want me? - she bit him lightly on the neck.

- I... of course I want you... it's just.... - he grunted and took a deep breath - why don't we take a good shower first, have dinner, and then talk about what we both want in the bedroom?

- Oh okay, let it be. Let’s take this shower. I promise to be a good girl, I won’t touch your dick during the shower - she kissed him lightly on the lips, smiled and grabbed his hand leading him away from the bathroom.

- Okay, just don't tease me and try to excite me... - he laughed nervously and followed her, because he knows how she can be when they are in the bathroom.

- Oh honey, I'll be good I promise.

- Okay, I'm holding you to your word, so don't try to play with me - he sighed - let's get this shower over with, shall we?

- Okay, my love. But I already feel that my panties are wet, I’m so wet Colin. I need you soon inside me. I can’t wait - she licked her lips and began undressing to enter the shower - don't look at me like that, get undressed and jump in the shower - she laughed.

- J...just stop talking about it.... you're making it worse... - he sighed and took off his clothes, then stepped into the shower and stood there, waiting for her to join him.

- Well I don't say anything anymore. I love you - she stepped into the shower.

- I love you too - he sighed - I know I'll feel better after this shower - he smiled at her - could you help me wash my back?

- Oh my sweet bear, of course I will help you. It's a pleasure for me. Turn around - she took the soap in her hand and smiled broadly at Colin - my thoughts are dirty, but I pretend they aren't there - she started laughing.

After he turned around and she began to soap him, he sighed quietly and then spoke up.

- Do you promise to be polite during the shower and not try to excite me again? I prefer to play in the bedroom.

- You are the one who keeps talking about it. I’m a pure angel right now. I hide my horns for later fun in bedroom. No worries, my love, I won’t do anything what can make you excited.

- I hope… - he sighed.

He felt her hand sliding over his back as she began soaping him, he let out a slight moan as she moved closer to his neck.

- I'm being polite, just washing your back. I'm not doing anything wrong, right? I promised to be good and I am.

- Something is going poorly with this promise... - he groaned quietly - you are too close to my neck... - he sighed and closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath in and then violently let the air out, he couldn't even believe he was moaning at this point, the only thing he was thinking about was what she might do next.

- So you don't want me to wash your neck? - she moved her hand to his shoulder blades and so began to wash him there.

His body began to tremble slightly as she approached his neck again, he began to breathe a little faster and let out a small moan.

- Hmmm... you're already making me feel like I should take more showers with you...

- We can do it every day... if you want - she kissed his back - relax, you're very tense. Inhale and exhale, Colin.

He sighed deeply and took a few moments to inhale and exhale as she instructed him.

- Okay, yes... I feel better now... It's just... it's been a long time since I showered with someone else. Or maybe I just forgot how wonderful it can be. And I definitely didn't expect you to make me feel that way.

- As you wished, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just washing your back. Relax, baby.

- Yeah... yeah, I know you're just washing my back. I just... - he sighed.

- Can I ask you a question? - she finished washing him and started soaping her body. She did it very slowly.

He turned to her and made big eyes and let out a small moan, she began to do exactly what he feared she would do in the shower.

- Yeah, sure, what is it?

- Why are you afraid to have sex in the shower? - she began washing her breasts and neck.

He was very tempted by what he saw. He had a desire to help her soap her body. But the way she did it only made him want to gloat at the sight.

- Honestly... It's because I wouldn't be able to last as long as I'd like... I just know it...

- It can be done quickly. Sex in the shower should be quick - she started washing her thighs.

His breath hitched when she started washing her thighs.

- Well... b…but... in this quick time I won't be able to give you as much pleasure as I would like.

- That's fine, I don't mind. In the bedroom we can play and savor each other's bodies longer - she put down the soap, picked up the showerhead and began to rinse the soap off her body. She closed her eyes.

His lips involuntarily parted, he moaned loudly.

- O…okay... I'll take your word for it... but please don't tease me again after the shower.... I can't stand it…

- Excuse me? You don't want to make love after dinner? - she opened her eyes and looked at him with big eyes. She began to rinse the soap off Colin's body.

- Not really... I guess it's just that I'm too tired and I doubt I'd be able to give you my full attention...

Colin's face turned red as she started to rinse the soap off his body now…

- O…okay... h…here, let me take over, o…okay? You've done enough...

- Oh sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I'll get dressed - she stepped out of the shower, leaving Colin alone. She took a towel and went to the bedroom.

He began to feel even worse, as he could practically feel her annoyance coming from another room, and the feeling that he had let her down again wasn't very good either.

- No, no… w…wait... I'm sorry, I… I didn't mean it that way...

He began to call out to her, his voice was shaky as he spoke, he knew he had to make sure it didn't sound like he was begging.

- It's okay, nothing happened. I understand that you are tired - she returned to the bathroom to hang up the towel - I'll go to the kitchen and order a pizza. Take your time. See you in the kitchen.

- Okay, you're sure about that... right?

- I’m sure, baby. We can have sex another day - she left the bathroom leaving him alone.

- Yeah…

He sighed quietly and took a deep breath, still feeling as if he had let her down and had to make it up to her somehow.

He sat on the floor in the shower, he just needed a short break to try to think about something else and relax, he didn't know why, but her actions really shook his self-esteem as well.

- Fuck…

He covered his face with his hands and cursed himself in his mind for his stupidity. Why had he done something so stupid? He screwed up…

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After 20 minutes Marg looked in the bathroom. She was concerned because Colin had not come to the kitchen for so long.

When she entered the bathroom she saw Colin standing in front of the mirror shaving his beard. He was still naked, with only a towel wrapped around his hips.

- Honey... are you okay? - she moved closer to him - I ordered a pizza and they should deliver it in 10 minutes.

It took him longer than usual to shave, and his breathing was much heavier. His hands trembled due to which he cut himself several times with the razor.

- Y…yes, I…I’m fine…

As soon as she approached him, he looked at her with a worried expression on his face. His heart and thoughts sped up. He was tense. The sudden change in his body language was like night and day compared to earlier in the shower, where he seemed more relaxed.

She looked at his sad face. It made her sad, too.

- I would like to apologize to you for my behavior. I think it's my hormones going crazy. Since I'm pregnant, I feel excited almost all the time... - she sighed - I shouldn’t have acted like that. Now I feel stupid. I know you're very tired. I'm sorry, Colin.

When he heard her apology, he felt stupid, he felt really bad. He felt remorseful that today he didn't have as much energy as she did. And he wasn't more open when she tried her best to make him feel good in the way she thought he wanted to feel.

- It’s okay… I should have been more flexible... And I shouldn't have just said all those stupid things. Tiredness makes me stop thinking... I should be... - he sighed, fell silent and returned to shaving.

- I understand everything. We have time for everything - she walked closer to him and hugged his back - I love you - she whispered.

- I…

He paused shaving for a moment and sighed quietly as her hands touched his back and he heard her whisper. He felt the warmth of her closeness, his breathing became heavier again.

- I love you too... I'm sorry for...

He fell silent and sighed deeply, trying to maintain control and not do anything he might regret later.

She wrapped her hands around his stomach. She continued to snuggle into his back. She sighed.

- Okay, I won't bother you. I'll go downstairs and wait for the pizza delivery guy. Come in a minute, okay? - she left the bathroom.

- Okay, I'll... I'll come down soon…

He sighed once again. The way he felt her touch on his stomach... it was too much for him. He knew that one look from her would push him over the edge, and he didn't know if he would be able to shake it off at this point.... He was afraid to look her in the eye after he pushed her away. Overthinking took control of him again. It was nothing positive.

The time when he was single made him weaned from having someone next to him, close to him. That he has sex at his fingertips. Before that, he had to try harder to have some pleasure. Now he has it all in one place and with one woman. Which is completely enough for him.

Slowly he began to have doubts. He was making Marg uncomfortable. She was sad, because of him. He didn't know how he should fix it. He knew that stress during pregnancy wasn’t good. He needs to get over it and start thinking again, tomorrow. It made absolutely no sense now.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and shook his head in displeasure. He turned on the water and washed his face. He got dressed and went downstairs.

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Part two

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[stilespeters]

One shot of Colin Zabel x fem reader and he’s coming home from work LATE at night. Finds his partner sleeping in their bed and admiring her. Your shirt and shorts rose up and he adjust them stirring her awake and he goes to lull her back to sleep. He calls her love, sweetheart, and honey. She calls him honey, gorgeous, love bug.

Late night admiration

pairing: Colin Zabel x fem!reader

a/n: what's the point in living if my future husband isn't named Colin Zabel? What's the point in living if my future husband doesn't act like Colin Zabel?!

word count: 1620

summary: After Colin worked overtime, he drove home to see you sleep peacefully in your shared bed.

warnings: none

Colin was in his car late at night. Today had been a long day for him at the station and after working overtime, he could finally go home. He was beyond exhausted but the thought of having you home with open arms was the thing that kept him going. It was the warmest feeling ever.

He loved his job, and he loved when he would go home and relax after work, but the thing he loved most was driving home to be able to see you again. Simply your presence made him swoon.

He pulled on the driveway and stepped out into the night air, and he was met with a cold breeze as it touched his skin like soft silk. He shivered even though he wore a warm coat, and he rubbed his hands together before he fisted his pocket for the keys. The cold was all the more reason to get inside and cuddle with you.

The lights were off in the home you and Colin shared, and as he locked the door behind him and placed his keys on the counter, he whistled while searching for you. But you were nowhere to be seen, and so he figured you already went to bed.

He took off his coat, walked upstairs as quietly as possible and he tried to navigate himself through the dark hallway. You and him lived here for a while, but his eyes still had to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him. One time when you and him were kind of tipsy, you and him broke a vase that was on a small table in the hallway. Okay maybe you two weren't tipsy, you both were drunk as hell and he carried you in his arms while you kissed his neck, but that’s not the point.

Once he managed to make his way to your shared bedroom, he saw that the moonlight crept through the blinds, and your face was illuminated a tiny bit. He could see that your face was relaxed and he could see that you breathed steadily, and he stood in the doorway admiring you.

He loved seeing you like this. He knew that the past couple of weeks weren't the easiest for you. He could see it in your mannerisms, the way your eyebrows were constantly knitted together in a frown, and the way you clenched your jaw to your oblivion. You may have not noticed it about yourself, but Colin did.

And so he loved to see that you were relaxed, escaping reality for a while. No worries and bad thoughts, just endless possibilities and the comfort of a soft pillow with silk sheets.

He saw that you moved in your sleep. You did that quite often, but this time as you squirmed in your position, the sheets moved lower and lower until it reached your thighs. Usually when you’d squirm in your sleep, the presence of Colin next to you would keep the sheets in place, but since he wasn’t there in bed with you, the sheets moved freely.

Your skin was exposed to him as you moved around again, trying to find a cold spot in the bed, and he made his way over to your side. You were wearing a two piece nightgown set, and part of your belly was exposed due to the position your body laid in.

He gently caressed your face before moving lower, and adjusting the fabric, and his hands moved to your face again to pull away some stray hair from your face.

This made your eyes flutter half open and you felt like your eyelids weighed a thousand rocks. You tilted your head to see your surroundings and became slightly annoyed that you were awoken from your peaceful sleep, but as you came face to face with Colin caressing your cheek, you felt those thoughts disappear immediately.

His face lit up the whole room and as soon as you recognized his features, you gave him a smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” he whispered and he pulled the covers over your body till it reached your shoulders.

“Hello, gorgeous,” you yawned and stretched your body and saw he was still wearing his clothes. “Did work pull you back?” You looked to your left to see a small clock, and it indicated that it was past 12.

“Yes, but I’m home now.” He whispered.

You let out a sigh and you searched for his hand in the dark, once you found it, you squeezed comfortingly. “You need to rest too, you know? They can't just expect you to work overtime every week. You need all the hours of sleep you can get, and I’ve missed falling asleep with you next to me.” Colin loved that your voice was kinda hoarse from the sleep.

He bit the inside of his cheeks and nodded. He missed falling asleep next to you with you in his arms and he missed getting to eat dinner with you, because you always made the best food. He hated that he worked overtime, but he was really busy. He wanted to make more time for you and he promised to himself and you that he would come home earlier to spend more time with you.

“I know, love.”

“Love? What are you, British?” you teased and he chuckled. “Well I do remember a certain lady saying she fancied British men.”

“That ‘certain lady’ spoke facts, British men are really handsome,” you kissed the back of your teeth. “They ain't got nothing on you though, lovebug.”

You winked, although you doubted he noticed it due to the darkness. But he did notice it. He noticed every little thing about you because he was so fascinated with you. To him you seemed unreal because you were absolutely everything he could ever ask for. He felt like the luckiest on earth that you were willing to be with him. That you reciprocated the love he felt for you.

You reached your hand out and placed it on his cheek while caressing the underside of his eye. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too.” He gently grabbed your wrist with his palm, and his thumb caressed the skin. That’s until you moved your hand to his neck and your other hand also moved up, and you pulled him on top of you. His face was pressed against your chest, and his yelp changed into a sigh. His hands were around your waist and you massaged his scalp lightly and placed a kiss on top of his head. Your legs were entangled with his, and he nuzzled his face in the silk of your nightgown.

“You’re the reason I wake up in the morning,”

He looked up at you with big eyes and he grinned widely. “I am?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re also my reason to wake up in the morning. Everything I do is just something to keep me busy. Everything I do is all worth it when I get to see you at the end of the day. Everything would be useless if you weren't here with me."

You smiled at his words and bit your lip. You adored this man so much, and you wished to wake up and fall asleep next to him tomorrow, and every other day to come.

He used your chest as a pillow and you two stayed like that for a while. You hadn't stopped with massaging his scalp, and Colin felt like he was in heaven. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he knew that he still had his clothes on, and even though it was tempting to fall asleep like this, he knew that it may not be the most comfortable position for you.

And so he removed himself from you, and undressed himself. Once he was ready, he laid down in his spot next to you, and held you in his arms as you cuddled his side. You yawned and and this time he held you to his chest.

“Close your eyes, honey,” He whispered and you could feel his steady heartbeat against your cheek. “Go back to dreamland.”

You closed your eyes and the warmth and comfort Colin provided, made you feel extra sleepy. You could feel that he leaned down to kiss your head, and as your face began to relax, you slowly sank away into darkness. Colin whispered something in your ear, and as he heard you breathe softly, he also closed his eyes and savored this moment.

“You are my heart, my soul and world. I would do anything for you, anything you’d ask me to. I’d climb mountains to be with you and I’d cycle on a bicycle through multiple states if that meant I’d get to have you in my arms.” He whispered and he knew that you didn't hear him, since you slept peacefully in his arms. But what he didn't know was that the corners of your lips curled upwards at his words. You heard every word he said, and you loved his soothing voice. He was your everything and every word he said was worth more than anything in the whole world.

The both of you fell asleep in each other's arms, and together you drifted away.

How was it possible that two souls could connect in this way? You questioned it, but the answer was quite simple.

You two were made for each other.

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[eventually27]

Colin Zabel losing HIS virginity to female reader and being the flustered clumsy insecure sweet precious babe we know he is?

Pretty please! I'd really appreciate it 💗

I have writers block. Nothing is good anymore, so soz about that, but I've tried, lol

The first time..

(smut, intercourse, losing virginity)

"Why hello there, gorgeous" You smiled as you opened the door to Colin, who was holding a large pizza box, "it does look gorgeous dosnt it" Colin laughed looking down at the pizza. You had been seeing Colin for a few weeks now. You both worked busy jobs but always found the time to see each other, you would go out to dinner, & he would often come to your apartment because he still lived at home with his mother. "It sure does, but you do too, I'd like to take a bite out of you both," you winked & laughed. You could see Colin go slightly red. He told you that he had never been with anybody before, so that must have been why he got so flustered by things so easily, but you found it adorable.

You both sat down to watch a movie. You both consumed your body weight in pizza and were engrossed in the film on the sofa, Colin jumped every time something scary happened, & you found it hilarious, "perhaps we should watch something family friendly babe" you joked, "I just have good reflexes that's all" he laughed playfully tickling you, you squirmed around to get out of his grip but in the commotion Colin ended up on top of you, you looked into eachother eyes and he planted a soft kiss on your lips, you separated your knees so he could lay between them, he swept the hair out of your face & kissed you more passionately, his tounge pressing against your lips begging for entrance, then your tounges were tangled in eachother, you could feel him getting hard through his trousers, pressing right against you, you couldnt help but grind softly against it, Colin let out a groan, "I want you baby" he whispered, "are you sure?" You asked, "definitely, " he began to undo his shirt as he kissed you, & you began to undress yourself. He watched as you slid down your trousers, he flushed red as he undone his belt, he slid his trousers & boxers down, his foot got stuck & he tripped over his trouser leg still distracted by your lack of clothes, you couldnt help but laugh, he looked embarrassed but burst out laughing too "not very sexy am I?", "Oh Colin, you have no idea how sexy you are. Now come over here." You push him down onto the sofa and straddle him. You see him look at your body. He was like a kid in a candy store, "we will take it nice & slow," you gently kissed his lips, & placed his hand on your breast, "fuck" he whispered, as you kissed him softly you felt him twitch between your legs & you knew you couldnt wait any longer. "Are you ready?" You reached down to place him against your entrance. You felt Colin nod through your kiss, so you began to gently lower yourself onto his stiffness. You both let out moans as he was nearly all the way in. You started to slip up & down him, "fuck that feels good baby" Colins words only made you want to work harder, so you picked up your pace, Colin put his hands on your hips so he could help lift you & slam you back down onto him, he was so deep, hitting all the right places, "does this feel ok?" Colin asked, "Oh definitely, i thought you hadn't done this before?" You giggled, "I now wish we hadn't waited so long, i love seeing you like this, " he said as he bit his lip. His words sent tingles through your body, You could feel his hips start pushing backwards and forwards. He watched as your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head. You placed your hands on his thighs and leant back, taking in every thrust he made, "Ah fuck Colin, don't stop" you couldnt help but dig your fingers into his skin, the pleasure starting to take control of your body, "i-im going to cum" you managed to say as you tightened around Colins cock, you felt him start to pulse inside you, his grip tighted on your hips, knowing he had given you so much pleasure sent him over the edge, you watched, he looked so pretty consumed by pleasure, you both rode out your highs and you sat forward to plant a kiss on his lip, "that was amazing" you whispered, "I can't wait to do it again" Colin laughed.

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[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 2)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Warnings ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill ;)

Read Part 1 here.

Word count ─ 4K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. please do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

If you were told ten minutes ago that you’d be straddling Evan Peters, skin-on-skin in the driver’s seat of his car, grinding your soaked pussy against his solid rock hard-on while your tongues explore each other like it’s a competition until your lips get swollen, you’d be like, “Yeah, right, when pigs fly.”

But here you are, parked in some dark, secluded spot near the club you’ve just met. Your moans bounce off his car windows as he hungrily fondles handfuls of your body. You do love you some manhandling, truth be told.

You have your friends’ blessings about leaving with someone. Though, the chances of them believing you’ve pulled and bagged Evan Peters as your sneaky link for the night are slim to none, especially after you lecture Adria on the celebrities-normies combo being far-fetched. But it’s fair to say you didn’t choose the night with Evan Peters; the night with Evan Peters chose you.

His veiny hands on you and his gravelly voice against your ear trigger a muscle memory, recalling the heat you felt—but never vocalised—during Murphy’s close-ups on Evan’s hands in the Dahmer series and his viral ‘Relax, I just wanna take some pictures’ line. His baritone in that unsettling scene still gives you chills.

“Damn, miss...you’re something else,” he rasps out with a sly smile. You become his Roman Empire as he worships the sight of all of you on top of him, eyes devouring your entire body as you move gracefully, biting your bottom lip.

He groans deeply as his hands knead your tits and waist all the way down your thighs. With a cheeky squeeze of your ass, he draws you closer, a little squeal escaping you as his raging erection rubs harsher against your wet centre.

“I’m dying to fuck you,” he huffs after your lips meet again, his eyes imploring as he buckles his hips against yours. The friction sends your arousal flying. You just know he’s the type who promises to rail you until your guts rearrange and actually delivers. Better hold on tight.

With a coy grin, you reach down and caress his bulge straining under his jeans. “I can tell,” you whisper, your hot breath making him shudder as you mischievously trace his upper lip with your tongue.

Evan sucks in a sharp breath and bucks against your touch with a choked grunt. You can feel his length convulsing beneath you, your wetness still squishing against him.

“No...for real, Y/N. You’re insanely hot...and while I wanna bang your brains out right now, I don’t wanna objectify you. I respect you an—”

You cut him off mid-sentence with another steamy kiss. The urge to sit him in front of a mirror as he unravels his feminist, anti-alpha male stance, all while you jerk him off before riding the shit out of him, is stronger than ever.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart, Evan? So virtuous with your strong values and morals,” you praise his ‘golden-retriever’ and ‘husband material’ nature, delicately caressing his cheek. “But let’s cut to the chase—I’m here to hook up.”

With newfound energy, you attack his neck with eager kisses as you roll your hips against him more vigorously. Your fingertips roam over his sculpted Greek-God chest, travelling down to the contours of his divinely marbled abs.

Body is damn bodying.

You go on full “pick-me girl” mode as you purr, “I’m thirsty” and playfully toy with the buckle of his belt, hinting at your intentions. You can’t let that mound on his jeans go unnoticed; it’s practically screaming for your attention and attentive care.

He lets out a dark chuckle against the crook of your neck as he nibbles his way up to your jawline. “How can I quench your thirst?” he murmurs, now nipping at your pouty lips.

“You’re the best refreshment around,” you hush before swiftly shifting to the passenger seat and bending over, knees near your head and ass pointed skywards in a tantalising display he can’t resist.

You begin to pepper mouth-watering kisses along his chest, sliding down to his boner. Your tongue stumbles over the ridges of his abs as you venture lower, your moaning mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He cocks his head to the side with a knowing smirk, admiring the view that the curve of your ass provides, smacking it along the way.

With practised ease, you undo his jeans, palming the damp patch of pre-cum on his boxers. Glancing up at him with a crooked smile, you coo, “Eager, are we?” before sliding down his boxers.

His head lolls back, muffled moans escaping him as you swipe your tongue along the underside ridge of his hard, red-tipped cock. His breath rushes out in laboured, choppy huffs like his life depends on you. The way you take him deeper, double-fisting him, becomes his lifeline.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he manages to utter under his breath as he tenses in your grasp. You mewl softly around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through his body like shockwaves.

You’re insatiable, sucking him up from taint to balls, coating him in your saliva as you pump him harder in your mouth. Your swollen cunt is aching for him as you feel his head harden and twitch in your mouth with building pressure, forcing gagging moans out of you.

Gripping your hair in a messy ponytail, he watches intently as he fucks your mouth with increasing intensity. His free hand brushes along your clothed slit, his sturdy fingers running up and down your soaked panties. You gasp at the stimulus, clinging to the door handle for support.

“E-Evan,” you slur out as he applies more pressure on your throbbing heat, your words faltering as ragged breaths escape you.

“Yes?” He whispers, feigning innocence, though his arched brow and smirk betray his true intentions. He knows he can edge you with minimal effort, making you cum in his hands on the spot.

“Don’t stop,” you plead through your desire, your hips swaying in harmony with his rhythmic in-out motion.

“Keep sucking, baby girl. You drive me nuts, but I wanna see you multitask,” he challenges, no pun intended with his nuts reference.

As he tucks aside your lacy panties, he begins to circle your arousal, teasing your slopping folds. A low grunt slips off him as he feels how wet and ready you are for him. “Jeez, I need to take a dive in those Niagara Falls,” he chuckles and keeps fiddling around your throbbing clit.

Before you know it, he plunges two fingers in your begging entrance, eliciting a whimper from your lips that’s louder than you expect. The way he expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots, sends bolts of pleasure through your core.

Soon, the sound of your moans blends with the wet squelching of your pussy, echoing throughout the car.

The faster his fingers pop in and out, the louder you moan in delight as you suck his dick relentlessly. When his thumb joins in, smoothly rubbing against your clit with no mercy, your thighs begin to wobble.

His fingering inevitably loses momentum as he tightens his grip on your hair. You giggle quietly as you realise he’s about to hit his climax, his head striking against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to well up with tears.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna burst, Y/N,” he growls, delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving faint red marks on them. He lets out the cutest, most contrasting sounds—something between a low groan and a high-pitched whimper—as his hips thrust harder each time.

With a wicked grin, you intensify your suction on his tip, sending him over the edge with a primal groan. His hot cum spurts into your mouth, filling it with its salty sweetness, before trickling down your chin. You eagerly lick his shaft clean and swallow his juices with greedy gulps, savouring his taste with a satisfied hum.

“Told you, you’ve freshened me up,” you chirp, playfully wiping him off your face. “You’re okay?” you ask with a bashful smile, reaching out to brush back the sweaty curls that have clung to his forehead.

He throws his head back, his chest still heaving with shallow pants as he stares at you with hooded eyes. “Damn, you’re good...I’m wrecked,” he breathes out.

Grinning lazily at you, he buries your face in his hands and grazes your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need a dopamine boost, I’ve got just the cure for you,” you coo and lean in close, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Oh, yeah? What’s the prescription, doc?” he teases, his eyes dark with lust as he bites his lip, his hands massaging your ass cheeks. It’s a silent prompt for you to climb back over him as his mouth desperately fumbles your skin.

You peer into his lustrous eyes with a sly smirk. “Sure, I can give you a ride, sir,” you purr, your fingers tracing tantalising patterns through his locks.

His grin widens as your sex alights on his crotch that’s twitching eagerly at the prospect. “I’m all for it,” he murmurs, pulling you close for another heated kiss.

His arms envelop you as you bend together towards the compartment by the passenger’s seat with shared anticipation. Your hands remain entwined around the back of his neck as you sprinkle kisses across his flushed face.

He delves into the container, rifling through its contents. “Shit,” he hisses, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Houston, we have a problem?” you ask, your voice deep with desire.

“Mission abort...out of condoms,” he admits, his eyes meeting yours with regret.

“Consider it solved, let’s head to mine.”

You fling open the door to your apartment, ushering Evan inside with a goofy grin. “Come on in and behold the fortress of fun!” you announce, gesturing grandly to the vibrant interior.

He giggles and steps inside, taking in the cosy yet funky vibe of your place. “Dang, this place’s dope,” he compliments, nodding approvingly at the eclectic mix of pop art and rococo décor.

You beam proudly. “Thanks! Gotta give props to my housemate, Mayra. She’s the mastermind behind all this coolness,” you explain as you lead him down the hall towards the living room, giving him a quick peek into your room.

“Ah, gotcha. She’s got skills,” Evan comments appreciatively as you both shuffle back to the living room, clearly digging the ambiance.

He scans the space more thoroughly this time before turning back to you. “Is your housemate around?” he inquires casually, hands in pockets.

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nah, she’s living it up in NYC for work. Won’t be back for a while,” you reply with a shrug, not missing the mischievous shine in Evan’s eyes as he looks you up and down.

His gaze darkens slightly as he inches closer with a smug smile that grows with every step, pinning you against the wall next to a small table stand. “Just you and me, then, huh?” he murmurs, his voice coarse and velvety just like it turns you on.

You affirm him with a smirk. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his hair as he closes the distance between you with a soft kiss that rapidly turns into a full-blown makeout session. What begins as sensual brushstrokes—your lips caressing softly—soon morphs into a heated exchange, your tongues kicking off a seductive twirl.

With a breathy moan, you shed his jacket and tug at his shirt, balling it up with a scrunch as you press his chiselled body firmer against yours.

“I like your lips,” he rasps out between kisses, a broad smile etched on his lips.

“My horizontal or vertical lips?” you toss out nonchalantly with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by any potential consequences. As if that isn’t daring enough, your gaze pierces into his eyes, radiating a sexual intensity that tips him off the edge.

He reciprocates your challenge with a devilish grin, as it’s his turn to strip you off your jacket and dress. His gaze is hungry as he takes you in. “Let me do an audit down there first, assess the vertical ones, and I’ll come back to you,” he mumbles as he drags sensual kisses down your boobs.

You moan softly as he latches onto your perky nipples, giving them a tantalising pull that only worsens your wetness down there.

His mouth trails down your body and sucks onto your hip bones until it finally presses against the fabric of your thong, right on your clit. You instinctively arch your back and grip the edges of the table as he kisses and inhales against you with a hum of delight.

“Where’s my boy dinner?” he teases, staring up at you. He stretches your panties down and leaves a kiss on the peak of the mound between your legs, causing you to squirm in his firm hold.

You shoot him a sultry grin, your voice tinged with desire. “Where do you want it served?”

With a swift movement, he flips you over, offering deliciously tingling love bites on your ass cheeks. As he rises to his full height, his lips shower your neck with fervent kisses.

You instinctively rest your head onto his shoulders, granting him easier access, and you can’t help but moan lightly as you feel the firm press of his hardness against your lower back.

“You see that couch over there?” he coos. You’re quick to grab onto his belt and tug him over there without breaking the kiss. You both let out muffled moans and smile-kiss as Evan finds his leg ensnared in the folds of a blanket, miserably fighting to wiggle himself free.

You slump down on the couch together, him on top, and instantly dive into a deeper kiss. His groans fill your mouth, assaulting your senses. You playfully suck on the tip of his tongue as you feel his stiff cock on your stomach, eager to set free.

“I’ll lick my plate clean, I promise. I just want you to feed me,” he begs, flashing you an imploring look.

“How do you want it?”

“On my face...only for me to feast,” he grins, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss while groping around your thighs all the way up your tits.

Lying on your back, you watch as he stands beside you and slowly chucks your thong away. His eyes fixate on your slick sex with a mix of awe and hunger, his fingers itching to dig in and explore.

You spread your thighs wider, inviting him closer between your legs, hands on his chest. He positions his head under you, his warm breath tingling your skin. His mouth brushes along your inner thighs, leaving tender kisses as he moves closer to where you want him to be.

And then, without warning, he savagely stretches apart your dripping pussy and licks a long stripe along your slick folds, making you squeak with pleasure. Groaning with delight at your taste and the slimy texture, his lips begin to suck on your clit.

You gasp and instinctively clutch his biceps as his tongue starts to glide against your slit, forcing choked whines from deep within you.

“Fuck, I could eat you out all day long,” he moans against you, his hands gripping your ass tightly as his licking becomes harsher and more aggressive. Damn, even his voice alone can make you squirt in an instant. There’s nothing about him that can give you the ick.

Your mind goes all foggy as his nose lightly nuzzles your clit. His tongue tirelessly laps back and forth against your sobbing red pussy, twirling along your gummy walls. He lifts you up by the hips, his tongue sinking deeper each time as he pulls you down onto his face. You drop your head back, a string of moans spilling from your lips.

Your toxic trait is believing that this is just a hook-up, and you won’t catch any feelings. Even when you’re riding Evan Peters’ face, receiving head so good your coochie can explode.

Well, why toxic? E v a n P e t e r s has you seeing stars as he works his magic on your clit and jams his tongue inside you like there’s no tomorrow. And there may not be a tomorrow, so why not just enjoy him on you, next to you, under you, or in you while it lasts? He makes you feel like the hottest and luckiest chick on earth (sorry, fandom), that’s just straight facts.

Reconsidering, you set off a swirling dance on his face to keep up with his pace, your legs getting all quivery. The knot in your stomach stiffens as your high builds, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Evan, fucking hell... I’m finishiiing,” you almost scream shakily as you fight for breath, your vision getting hazy. Your legs involuntarily tense around his head, and your knees tremble, while small, punchy sobs slip off your lips.

You catch him staring at you, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as you writhe and wriggle back and forth under him, the throes of your orgasm in full glory.

He draws comforting circles on your stomach and plants sweet pecks on your thighs, giving you space to catch your breath. Your hand cradles his face as your vagina keeps throbbing, making you giggle from the tingly sensation.

“I want more,” he cries out, his lips curving downwards in a mock frown as he presses a few more gentle kisses on your heat before you climb off his face, your steps unsteady.

“Then, make sure you tone down your clit game. Most men act like it doesn’t even exist,” you scoff as you throw shade, shooting him a teasing grin as you clean his chin from your juices and his saliva.

“How can you take away the tomato from tomato juice? Same goes for Evan and a woman’s climax when I eat pussy,” he retorts, flexing his muscles with an arrogant smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes, ready for a comeback. “Sorry to humble you, but for us ladies, it’s mostly a mental process. Too many tricks won’t cut it,” you counter, picking up your underwear from the floor.

He raises a sceptical brow and narrows his eyes at you, his tongue sliding against his side teeth. “Oh, really? Care to see my tactic and put that theory to the test?”

“Be my guest,” you smirk with a provocative flair, motioning towards your bedroom with a sweep of your arm.

He seizes your arm, pulling you close, and melds his lips with yours in a fiery kiss. As his tongue enters your mouth, you can still taste yourself on him, making your cunt pulsate for him tenfold. You’re so turned on that you’d fold no matter what he asks you to do.

“Challenge accepted, you’ve been warned,” he quips, wagging a finger at you before scooping you up his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

There you are, sprawled out in the middle of your bed, all bare and irresistible, sensually touching your body as your eyes lock onto his.

His imposing figure looms over you as he unzips his jeans, instantly giving you heart palpitations. With a lustful half-smile, he tilts his head and lets his eyes linger at your legs, testing his rizz.

Realising he’s only zeroing in your glistening cunt, you deliberately part your legs, granting him a sneak peak into your “inner world” up to his appetite. “Here it is, baby Ev, all yours and ready,” you grumble, a bright grin stretching across his face as he observes your marvellous pussy.

Talk about a man who sticks to his promises! He said he’d take on your “inside work” while chatting you up at the bar, and here he comes, offering in-house service.

With ease, he sheaths himself in a condom, his gaze never leaving yours as he crouches down on you, propped up on his toned forearms (veins popping all over, goodness me). Pressed flush against you, he peppers eager kisses along your face, neck, and tits, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

“I wanna take good care of you,” he whispers, his hands travelling on your body.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let out a needy moan in a desperate attempt to get him inside. Your tongue pushes feverishly into his warm mouth, and he sucks on it gently, eliciting more soft whines from you.

He pulls away, tut-tutting softly against your lips. “Not yet, baby girl. First, tell me how much you want it.”

“Like mad,” you reply with a fervent nod. “And give it to me hard.”

With his throbbing length poised at your drenched entrance, a shared gasp brings smiles to your faces before turning into exhilarating groans. His eye contact never wavers, and from that missionary angle, he looks so Lana Del Rey “West Coast” coded, goddammit.

Your bodies mesh and merge together quicker than a click. Each thrust is a slow and agonising burn, as if he does it on purpose for you to beg him for more. You ache to explore every inch of him, but he just prolongs his torture by leaving only his tip nested inside you.

That’s until his gaze sears into your soul, and you feel him plunge back deep in with a force that sends you reeling, flooding you with ecstasy.

Your body jolts at the abrupt fullness, a raw wail of satisfaction ripping out of your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

Taking the reins, he captures your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his as he sets a relentless pace. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and before you know it, the room reverberates the sound of skin slapping mingled with your mutual moans.

He releases one of your hands, fingers tracing patterns of comfort on your wrist as he slams in you faster and rougher. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Y/N,” he grunts hoarsely as he watches his cock disappearing into your dripping heat, a satisfied grin plastered on his lips.

Your body responds eagerly to his rough ministrations, hips rising to meet his with a desperate need to go harder. The rush of your pleasure overwhelms you as you yelp his name.

He meets your gaze with a cocky smile as his hand brushes along your lips, his hot breath a tempting tease on your face. Driven by your unhinged horny ass, you delicately snatch his ring finger into your mouth, licking and sucking on it as he grumbles joyfully, driving deeper into me.

“Evan...” you whimper, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut to handle his magnitude.

“You like it rough, baby girl?” he asks in a raspy tone, and his throaty chuckle rings in your ear, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

“I do,” you gasp chokingly as you look up at him with imploring eyes. “Just right there.”

With a gleam in his eyes, he lifts your legs, draping them loose over his shoulders to penetrate even deeper. The slimy walls of your cunt grip onto his dick like they’re about to devour it, throwing him to the edge.

Your foreheads press together in a feverish intimacy as he pushes you closer to release. His hungry eyes fixate on the jingle of your boobs, his groans of delight mixing with the frantic rhythm of your heartbeats.

“Let me cum inside, Y/N, please. I need to feel you around me,” he begs, his voice strained with desire. His words hang heavy in the air, laden with raw desire as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, your tongues moving in sync.

Just as you’re about to cave, a sudden loud crash echoes from the hallway and shatters the air, causing both of you to freeze in place.

His eyes widen with alarm, mirroring your dread, and you instinctively cling to his arm for support.

Wide-eyed and tense, you exchange worried glances, his typically zen demeanour replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “What was that?” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“I-I... I don’t know,” you stutter as you smooth out your hair.

A second loud thud breaks out, and it’s louder than the last, making your shrill in terror. Sensing your tremor and the urgency of the situation, Evan scoots closer to you and muffles any incoming outcry by gently covering your mouth with his hand.

“Shh.. easy... I’m with you, Y/N,” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head. “Okay, let me throw on my clothes and go check. You stay here,” he instructs in a hushed tone, giving you a soft peck as he scrambles near him to pick up his scattered shirt and boxers.

Still nestled in his embrace, your grip tightens on his arm as he makes a move to stand up. “No, Evan,” you protest whisper-shouting. “Let’s go together.”

He hesitates and sighs in exasperation at your refusal to stay in safely. But, ultimately, he nods, his jaw set with determination.

You hastily slip into your satin robe, ready to face whatever danger lurks in the shadows. Hand in hand, you both venture cautiously into the dimly lit corridor as you stand behind him, your senses heightened in anticipation of what you might find.

The tension is palpable as you switch on more lights, illuminating your path as you dive deeper into the unknown.

After scouring every room, you return to the living room, puzzled. “There’s no one in, so we can rule out a break-in or th—” Evan’s words are cut short by a series of loud bangs resounding from the balcony, forcibly pulling your focus to the final frontier in your quest for answers.

“Promise me you’ll stay in. I got this,” he mumbles with a determined gaze. You nod silently with a bated breath, unable to utter a single syllable.

With resolve, he steps outside, the night air is thick with suspense as you watch him while biting your cuticles. Meanwhile, you pace nervously, your mind spiralling through disaster scenarios.

Suddenly, his voice pierces the silence as he calls out your name, giving you the jump scare.

“Evaaan?” you howl frantically as you sprint to the balcony, your heart racing and your hair whipping in the wind. 

Relief washes over you as you spot him pointing to a twisted chunk of neon metal lying on the ground, bathed in the moon’s glow. The gusty wind continues to slam the panel against the sliding door, confirming your suspicions.

You lean over the balcony, verifying that the fallen piece has flown from the drugstore sign banner next to your apartment—just a harmless casualty of the night. “I’ll drop it off for repairs tomorrow,” you mindlessly assure Evan as you share a chuckle that mixes nerves with relief.

His grip tightens around your waist as he suggests heading back inside. You both retreat indoors, leaving the metal piece by the balcony door.

“Water?” you offer, and he accepts with a grateful nod, his gaze softening in appreciation.

As you saunter to the kitchen together, you catch him checking you out as you bend over the counter and reach up on your tippy toes to grab a glass.

Just as you’re about to stride out of the room, your cleavage skimming his chest a bit too long, he swiftly corners you against the glass kitchen door.

“Where you think you’re sneaking off to?” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as his hands wander over your upper half.

Your eyes flicker across his face as you struggle to draw a breath, your heart pounding with anticipation. “Out?” you manage to squeak.

He inches closer, his voice dripping with suggestion, “We’ve got some unfinished business, don’t we?” he murmurs as his stubble grazes against your jaw, intensifying the pool between your thighs.

“Remind me?” you tease, your lips curving mischievously. You’re in your villain era; if not Evan Peters fucking you, why even bother?

He slides a hand under your loose robe and tenderly tweaks your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A gasp escapes you at the sensation as his fingers find their way to your clit, setting off a relentless rub that brings a buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s like with each stroke, he’s hitting the pleasure jackpot.

Panting, you sway your hips to match his rhythm, lost in sensation. The play of his thumb on your clit drives you wild, leaving you craving more.

“Bring me a condom, and I’ll give you a reminder,” he chuckles, and in an erratic heartbeat, his lips crash onto yours, warm and demanding. You melt into the kiss as the room spins around you. He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you with a reckless passion, desire raging like a tempest.

With this move, things accelerate viciously. Gone is the playful banter; now it’s all primal need, Evan turning animalistic towards you. In a blur of motion, your body ends up pressed into the cold surface of the glass door; his hands firmly cupping your breasts from behind; his cock throbbing and pounding inside your slippery centre; raw horniness bursting forth through loud moans and grunts.

He’s so damn big, stretching your pussy to the point it stings. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he pulls out and jams back in you with primitive force. The door lock rattles incessantly as he pounds into you hard, his lips embellishing your soft skin with red, soon-to-be purple marks, his hot breath making you shiver.

He clings to you, his stomach against your lower back, hips still snapping into your soaked cunt. Together, you set a rhythm, rocking in and out with a measured tempo and sensual grace.

The pain blends divinely with euphoria in your body, leaving your mind foggy and dizzy as he continues to jab in and out of you despite your whimpers. His balls slap against your clit, making your climax hurtle towards you like a tidal wave. Salty tears of pleasure prickle at the corners of your eyes. “I’m close, Evan,” you yelp, your knees beginning to fail you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises out of breath as he smacks your ass, kneading all the way down your clit. “Let go, give it to me,” he urges, punctuating his last word with a particularly deep thrust, jerking inside you and causing your screams to spill out.

Pleasure shoots you like an electric shock, and soon, liquid dribbles down your legs. As the tension in your lower belly finally cracks, you feel him buckle as well, his hips stuttering. Letting out a guttural groan, he gushes out inside of you, followed by small whines of your name.

You urgently ask him to peel the condom away and spill his cum all over your ass and back. Soon, white, sticky cum from both of you mingles and trickles around you until you become a leaky, sticky mess.

His arms band around your waist, your fingers intertwined, his smiling eyes drowning in yours.

“Fuck, what did you do to me, Y/N?” he sighs, and you both giggle, your sweaty lips meeting again in a passionate kiss.

After a mutual clean-up, you slide into a fresh nightgown and return to your room, only to find Evan rummaging under your bed, his firm backside an enticing sight.

“What are you looking for?” you ask, enjoying the view as you lean against the doorframe.

“My car keys,” he growls, his brows furrowed in concentration as he takes a glimpse behind the curtains. “Must’ve fallen out when I took my pants off,” he infers with a low and husky voice as he glances back at you.

You nod sympathetically, folding your bed throw neatly on the corner armchair. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he resumes his search, the tension between you growing thicker by the second.

“It’s late already. You can crash here tonight, and we’ll track down your stuff in the morning,” you suggest, settling onto the bed.

He looks up, relief sets on his handsome features as he creeps back towards you. “You sure?” he murmurs, his arms encircling your waist, his touch igniting sparks of arousal.

“Never been surer,” you breathe, leaning in for a kiss, unable to resist the pull between you.

But just as your lips meet, the jingle of keys shatter the moment, and you feel something sharp lightly nudging your lower waist. Pulling back, you shoot Evan a knowing smirk, your pulse racing with excitement.

With a nonchalant shrug and a wink, he tosses the keys onto the bedside table before pulling you under the covers and into a heated kiss.

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[yes-divine-ruler]

(18+!) can’t stop thinking about… restraining Colin with his own handcuffs.

He’s only wearing a pair of boxers when you climb on top of him, grinding gently against his already, very obvious, hard on. He moans softly, his eyes falling closed, as you begin to pepper kisses down his jaw, then his neck, then his chest. You can feel the beat of his heart from under the palm of your hand as you cup his heavy balls, giving them a light squeeze. Colin is hopeless; he tugs on the handcuffs that are wrapped around your bed post, his eyes opening wide with desperation. He begs, softly, again and again, how badly he wants to fill you. You’re in control, so you tell him he has to wait. He’s on the brink of tears by the time you finally tug down Colin’s boxers just enough to let his cock free. It twitches, as you wrap your hand around the shaft, guiding his leaking, needy and angry tip towards your slick entrance. The gasp that leaves your lips as he stretches you open sets Colin’s heart on fire. He’s still fighting against the restraints, pleading with you silently as you begin to ride him, how badly he wants to be let free. You love how vulnerable he is beneath you, how much control you have over him. Whether he cums or not is completely up to you. Your hips grind down on him, the tip of his cock angled perfectly against your sweet spot. Colin watches in awe as you bounce on his cock, your tits perked, and springing back with every thrust. “Can I cum? Fuck- please can I cum?” He begs at your mercy, your pace not letting up between each plea, “not yet, I’m almost there,” your fingertips toy with your sensitive, swollen clit, building up just enough friction to meet you with your release. Colin whines as he feels you squeeze him tight, your thighs shaking around his as you cum. With or without your permission, he can’t hold it in anymore, and with a final rut of his hips he’s stuffing you blissfully with warm spurts of his cum. “Colin…” you warn him, your tone low and menacing. Colin shakes, his forehead glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his eyes the size of dinner plates. “No- I’m so sorry, please, I can’t again- not so soon- oooh~” Colin’s head falls back into the pillow, his wrists sore and raw from the handcuffs as you begin to fuck yourself on his cock again, only pushing his cum further inside you. “I told you, not without my permission.”

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[coporolight]

Evan Peters as Colin Zabel in Episode 2 of Mare of Easttown, 2021

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[doll3tt33]

Getting better with therapist!Colin ೀ⋆

Warning: mentions of physical abuse

I don’t usually do self-inserts that much on c.ai, but I couldn’t resist the almighty urge to project my issues with a lack-of-father-figure onto my Colin bot 👁️👁️

Never again (lies).

The greeting message:

The greeting is pretty crap and not as descriptive like usual, cuz this bot is an oldie. I’m simply releasing it since 2 ppl asked for me to make it public!

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[innocent-writers-soul]

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader (smut)

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

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

word count: 1874

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Repeat, please?”

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

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

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Enough to understand what I'm suggesting.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hiii!! I love all of ur fics they're fcking amazing!! look i know ur request are closed rn maybe u can do this some day but can i ask for colin zabel x f!reader cute fluff fic where they're spending their time together bc yk colin has been busy solving the cases & barely spend much time w his wife aka the reader hehe just them doing some fun leisure activities like going for a picnic, watch movies, bath together(🤭) etc- i really love colin sm hes my fav so i'd be happy to read one from u🥺 ilyyy u're such a great writer keep it up!!

Reliever

Horrible title ik. I have no ideas unlike my incredibly talented friends on here so any of you please lmk if I can dm you for titles because I'm in desperate need of ideas. Anyway, here's some colin fluff!! Also my requests are open. No hardcore shit tho. I'm totes down to write some handjobs tho. Especially some fluffy somno? Jesus my hand is disappearing under the covers 😱 that wasnt funny I apologize in advance

Tw: shower and many many compliments. Also stress? Don't know if that even counts but lmk if I missed any 👍also kinda oc Colin? Idk.

S: colin and you take a shower and colin is very happy.

(I'm gonna stop doing summaries cuz they're so pointless atp)

Also ty anon! I love you so much. Romantically we should honestly get married because I really wouldn't mind 😉😉

Colin sat in his chair, staring infront of him. He looked down at his watch, preparing himself for the time. 12am. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he contemplated his existence. He wanted to go home. He wanted to hug you and cuddle with a blanket.. he wanted sleep. That was his main priority and he really didn't have the time for this case he was working on. He grabbed his coffee cup, standing as he wobbled a bit, letting the blood flow.

He felt a little dizzy, but that wasn't important. What was? Well, he really needed to see you. Desperately.

So, he walked down the hall, running when he knew no one was looking. He ran out the doors, not even caring if his shoulders hurt horribly from him not waiting for the slow automatic doors to open. Once he made it to his car he put the coffee on the roof, unlocking it quickly before hopping in. He grabbed the coffee, setting it in the cup holder before starting his car with the classic ding.

He knew it was gonna be a long ride.

-time skip because I'm not writing all of that

He pulled into the drive way, getting out and making it to the door. He went in, looking around expecting to see you. Usually you always got really excited when he came home. But, as he made his way upstairs he saw you sleeping in the bed they shared. He didn't blame you. He was terribly sleepy himself, so he didn't hesitate to undress and change into more comfy clothes.

He put on a normal tee, grabbing some baggy boxers and slipping them on before sitting on the bed and looking at you for a moment. You looked so pretty like that. With the blueish light shining on your face, the darkness of the room adding a little highlight. He smiled looking at you, his heart thumping slightly. He took a deep breath, laying down next to you and pulling up the covers. He wrapped an arm around you, it being loose as he closed his eyes.

You were still asleep, but he didn't care. He just loved you and sleeping next to such a wonderful woman was a blessing to him. Any man was lucky to even be looked at by you. So, he went to sleep with the thought of you on his mind, just like every other night you two shared.

-next morning

You woke up the morning from colin. Which, it shouldn't have been. He needed to be at the station, but he was just sleeping. Right there next to you. It was 8am, he needed to be at work at 7am. That was the issue, so you obviously woke him up.

He turned over, his eyes droopy and clearly unaware of the situation. He murmured out a "babe?" But you didn't care. Colin was serious about his work. He would've been sad if you didn't push him. That was a fact.

"Colin you're late!" You said, your hands on his shoulders. He took a moment, but then he sprang out of bed and rushed to his closet immediately putting on some pants and a shirt, grabbing his stuff. "Uhh.. what time is it?" He asked, a worried look on his face. You answered quickly, also getting out of bed to get his coffee cup. He loved that coffee cup more than you.

You handed it to him, him giving a grateful nod before leaving cussing to himself. You looked out the window, watching him pull out of the driveway while he scrambled to find something. Probably his phone. But, he eventually found it and left.

Now it was quiet once more... boring too. Sometimes you did wish he didn't have that job but he was passionate about it. He always wanted to do something with his life and you never stopped him.

A breathy sigh left your lips as you sat back down on the bed, quite lonely. All you could do was wait until he got back, so you fell asleep in hopes of seeing him when you woke up.

-another skip, sorry!!

You woke up with some clanking in the kitchen. You got up, rubbing your eyes as you went out to check. But you knew who it was. Colin. He leaned on the counter, mayo and turkey infront of him while he chewed on a sandwich. You smiled at him, going over to hug him.

He hugged you back, still chewing on his sandwich while you kissed him on the cheek.

"How was work?" You asked, getting some bread out of the fridge.

"Horrible." Colin swallowed, turning to you.

"Why?" You were a little surprised but maybe he was just exaggerating like normal. Colin hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifting to the ground.

"Can't say." He let out a sigh, a little smile coming after. That was his usual answer, but you didn't blame him. He was a detective after all. He probably saw horrible things everyday. Today must've been pretty bad. You knew he had seen dead bodies and blood, but whatever it was today must've set him in a pretty bad mood.

"Okay.." you set the slices of bread down, putting mayo and turkey on it before getting some cheese too. Colin was very picky with his food.. but it made him so much more like a cutie.

"Well, you wanna get your mind off it? Maybe a movie or somethin?" You suggested, smiling at him. He looked over at you, then back at his half finished sandwich while he shook his head.

"No." He muttered, sighing. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. I'll talk to you later, babe." He leaned off the counter and took another bite out of his sandwich before walking away. You felt really bad, and once you finished chewing you yelled over at him right before he could close the door.

"Can I join?" You asked, smiling at him while he peeked through the door. He loved you.. he definitely wouldn't mind taking a shower with you.. plus maybe he could have a even better shower. So, he nodded, his face turning pink.

"Uhh.. yeah. Sure." He said, you taking one last bite before trotting over to the door and opening it. Colin turned the water on to the walk in shower, his hand going in it to check the temperature.

He turned his head back, watching you get undressed just like it was the first time he ever saw your body. Without even realizing it he blurted out, "you're beautiful, y/n." He smiled, looking over at you while he finally snapped out of it from the heat of the water. He let out a soft "ow" but he took his hand back, turning around fully to see you smiling. God... he loved that smile.

"Thank you. You look beautiful too." You added emphasis on beautiful to tease him, and he just laughed a little while he saw your body in all of its glory. He couldn't even fathom how much he loved you. How lucky he was to even be in your presence. He watched as you walked to the shower, feeling the water as well before getting in. He followed, pulling down his boxers and stepping in. It was already getting pretty steamy, so he reached for the shampoo above your head before getting some in his hands and washing his hair while he looked down, closing his eyes.

You looked over at him, almost laughing. He just looked so silly doing it, and from your laughing he naturally looked up. He gave you a confused look, but you continued to giggle and it caused him to laugh some too. "What?" He asked, the biggest smile on his face. You just continued to laugh, turning around as you got some shampoo, rubbing it in your head as well. Once you did, Colin began to laugh a little himself, all of his worries washing away along with the bubbles.

It already smelt wonderful, but you grabbed some body wash, starting from the bottom up. Colin watched, washing his body a little too. He was mostly interested in you as he watched your body get covered in soapy bubbles. It made you look so much prettier.

Colin washed off his body while you stood on the other end of the shower, still washing your skin. He was confused why you were taking so long but you were really just trying to overlay the bubbles evenly. Colin wanted to get out, but he waited till you washed off. He now thought to get out, but then you reached for another bottle.

Oh. Conditioner. He knew that.. totally. So he stayed while you put the substance in your hair. His eyes scanned over every curve on your body, making his stomach have some butterflies. He had forgotten how beautiful you were. From the back, that was. He reached over, his hand going to your hair as he helped. You hadn't expected it, but you of course weren't complaining. Why would you?

So, you let Colin's hands stroke through your hair, finally going under the water as he watched your hair turn to silk. He touched it some more, admiring how soft it was. Jesus... everything about you was so perfect. "You're really pretty." He broke the silence, smiling at you while you turned around. You let out a little laugh before you gave him a little kiss, smiling as well.

"You're very handsome." You returned the compliment, giving him another kiss as he turned a pink color. He leaned down, giving you a very warm hug from how warm he was and from the water pouring down on you. You hugged him back, closing your eyes as your head found a nice place to rest in the crook of his neck.

Colin had really forgotten about everything. All he had needed was you. His beautiful fiancée.. or his wonderful heart stopper. (Metaphorical not literally)

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Okay thats all. Hope you liked it ♡♡

Also the heart stopper thing is the only non creepy name. The other was "stress reliever" and honestly that sounds horrible. Just like the title

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