#mare of easttown fanfiction

[divineruler]

VULNERABLE ~ Colin Zabel

REQUESTED BY @spill-the-t

Heyy ✌🏼🤍 I dunno if you’re doing requests at the time, but I loved that one Colin smut so much aaah 😭 Wanted to ask if you could do another Colin smut, maybe a little bit more kinky yk😏 I’ll let you run free with your ideas

-- GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS- Sub!Colin, Dom!Reader, restraints, hand-job, blow-job, edging, overstimulation

WORDS- 1.5K

Colin grunted as he felt you tighten the rope wrapped around his hands, fastening them tightly to the bed frame. 

“How does that feel, baby?” You asked, walking down to the end of his bed to tie up his legs. 

“G-Good, I think.” He stuttered, his face turning bright red. 

“No need to be nervous baby, I’ll go gentle on you. I promise” You winked, dancing your fingertips down his bare chest making him squirm. Colin took deep breaths. His brain was running at a mile a minute, both due to anticipation and genuine nervousness. He had never let you go this far before. But tonight he was giving up all control, tonight he belonged to you. 

You stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at your hard work. Colin’s hand and feet were securely tied to the bed posts. You ran your eyes down his body, starting at his beat-red face. His blush quickly spread down his chest, stopping at the bottom of his ribcage. You bit your lip, tracing your fingers down his happy-trail to the tent in his white boxers. His cock was already standing at attention and you hadn't even touched him yet. He was rock hard with anticipation, at the thought of what you might do to him now that he was rendered completely vulnerable. 

“So hard for me already?” You teased, running light fingertips down to the elastic band of his boxers. “What a little slut.” He gulped, his cock twitching. You got him so worked up. You didn’t even have to lay a finger on his body, just your words made him come undone. You smirked, looping a single finger under his waistband. Slowly peeling back his boxers, you got a quick peek at his angry red tip. He gasped as the cold air of the room hit his leaking cockhead, groaning as another bead of precum oozed from his tip. “Already leaking for me baby? God damn, you’re so pathetic” He couldn’t find the words to reply, he just looked up at you with desperate teary eyes. “These boxers are kind of tight, right? Does it hurt baby? Does your cock want to be free?” You looked down at him with sympathetic eyes, before reaching into your back pocket and pulling out the utility knife you stole from his coat pocket. “Let’s get you a little more comfortable. You smirked, pulling the fabric of his boxers away from his thigh before cutting the fabric up towards the waistband. He grunted, eyes glued on your quick movements with the knife. His heart raced as you cut the underwear off his body, the sharp point of the knife just inches away from his throbbing length. Flipping the knife closed and throwing it on the floor by the bed, you ripped the remaining fabric, leaving him completely exposed. His cock twitched as it stood at attention, bright red and begging for you. 

“Does that feel better bitch? Now that your needy fucking cock is on display?” He swallowed thickly before nodding. His hips involuntarily bucked off the mattress in a desperate search for stimulation. “Oh I don’t think so.” You yelled, expertly slapping his cock. He moaned in pain, arms fighting against the restraints as he impulsively tried to grab between his legs. “You’re such a little slut, can’t even wait for me to touch you. Good boys wait their turn, okay?” You ran soothing hands up his thighs and over his abdomen, trying to soothe the aching in his stomach. “I’m sorry baby, but needy boys have to be punished.” You ran your hands back down to the base of his cock, slowly wrapping a loose fist around his shaft. You could feel his manhood throbbing like velvet steel under your fingertips. You began to move your fist up and down his length, expertly twisting your hand around his tip making him whimper and squirm under you. He threw his head back, bottom lip pinched between his teeth. You slowed your movements before spitting on his tip, watching your saliva drip down his cock. Your movements were now slick and fast, making Colin see stars. He threw his head back, arms and legs flexing against the restraints. 

“No, eyes up here slut. You’re going to look me in the eyes as I make you cum.” You demanded, working your fingers tightly around his leaking tip. A deep groan ripped from his chest as he tilted his head to look you in the eyes. You gave him a sly wink as you brought your lips down to his cock head, your tongue teasing his sensitive slit. His legs jerked, tears forming in his eyes as you wrapped your lips around his tip, your hands still working his shaft. He wasn’t even trying to control his volume at this point, he was moaning and swearing as you brought him to the edge. A familiar heat began to spread through his body, making his hips stutter. 

“I-I’m going to-” He started, getting cut off as you stopped jerking him and squeezed tightly around his base, interrupting his orgasm. He groaned, tilting his head back as the tingle in his stomach and the tightness in his swollen balls faded. You grited your teeth, holding his base tight you slapped his manhood once again. 

“I said eyes on me bitch. You get to cum when I say so, got it?” You yelled, smirking as a bead of precum dripped down his cock. He tilted his head back up, struggling to keep his eyes open as the pain pulsed through his abused manhood. “There you go, very good slut.” You slowly began to stroke his length again, by this point he was so hypersensitive it didn’t take long before he was back on the edge. You stroked him hard and fast, reaching your free hand down to cup his balls. “You’re so swollen for me baby.” He nodded, whimpering as you squeezed him in your hand. “Do you want to cum for me slut?” You asked, working your fist quickly at his tip. You could tell by the way his legs were shaking and how his cock twitched in your grip that he was close. “Beg for it.”

“P-Please,” He started, his voice cracking. “Please l-let me cum.” He whispered, desperately trying to maintain eye contact. “Please -fuck- please,” He grunted as you squeezed his balls tightly in your fist. You kept him on the edge for just a little bit longer. 

“What are you?” You asked, looking him right in his pathetic teary eyes. 

“A slut.” He whimpered, “I’m a dirty l-little slut” 

“Very good,” You released your grip on his balls and began to jerk him with both hands. “Cum for me, you dirty little slut.” You looked him in the eyes as he came undone in your hands, his cock flexing as he came in ropes across his chest.

“F-fuck -oh god- fuck,” He cried as the tight knot in his stomach came undone. He struggled to keep his eyes open as his body shook and twitched through his orgasm. 

 “There you go baby, just like that” You praised as you worked him through his release. But you weren’t quite done with him yet. You suddenly wrapped your lips around his tip sucking the last drops of cum out of his softening cock, overstimulating his hypersensitive tip. 

“No, no too much,” He cried, the dam of tears behind his eyes breaking. “F-fuck too much.” Pins and needles danced along his arms and legs as he fought against the restraints, the ropes leaving angry red burns in their path. He sobbed as his brain turned to TV static, tears leaking down his flush red cheeks. You finally decided the poor boy had enough, pulling his abused cock out of your mouth. 

“That was so good baby, you did so well for me.” You praised as you began to untie his arms and legs from the bedframe, rubbing his fresh burns soothingly. He was still a blissed-out mess, staring up at the ceiling as warm tears streamed down his face. His abused cock sat half-hard, twitching against his stomach. “Can you sit up for me baby?” You asked, running a hand through his hair. He nodded, finally blinking, catching your gaze. You helped him up with a soothing hand on his back, your hands like cool metal on his burning hot skin. You quickly ran to go grab him a glass of water. He tried to grab the glass, but his hands were still shaking. You held the back of his head, guiding the cool rim of the glass to his lips as he drank. Whispering calming praise in his ear. “How are you doing baby?” You asked as you guided a fresh pair of boxers up his legs. He nodded, giving you a thumbs up, still too blissed out to speak. “How does a warm bath sound, baby?” You asked, whipping stray tears off his face. He smiled up at you, nodding his head.

“A bath sounds p-perfect.” 

#colin zabel #Mare of easttown #colin zabel smut #divine ruler #evan peters #ahs #evan peters smut #mare of easttown fanfiction #mare of easttown smut #colin zabel x reader #colin zable x you #gender neutral reader

[iluwmycats]

Gonna Hunt You Down (A Colin Zabel Story) Part.2

Colin Zabel x OC!Female

( Part.1 )

Summary: After visiting Ms.Lange in the hospital, Colin goes for lunch with Hunter and tries to get to know her better. But breaking through her walls will not be easy. Because she is a tough cookie, after all. 

Word count: 4767 words

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, and too much cuteness of our beloved detective *>.<*

A/N: Hey! 👋🏼 Welcome back to this series!

Sorry, it took me a while to release this episode because -besides the fact that English is not my first language- I'm a little obsessive Virgo, so I had to correct all the mistakes carefully before release. I believe it was worth the delay.😉 Also, I'm still improving my writing skills. So, I would appreciate any suggestions about my writing. Please feel free to comment. :)

Last but not least, I mostly use italics when writing inner voices. ✨

I hope you enjoy it! <3

Taglist/ @kaismanwich @yes-divine-ruler @blackroseguzzi @witchyykitten @just-anotherstan @jetbl4ckhair99

Evan said he constantly listened to this song while on his way to the set of Mare of Easttown. Because this song reminded him of Zabe. So I wanted to add it here. Enjoy!

"We're late, Zabel. Visiting hours have already begun. Are you sure she said she's coming?"

Mare took a puff from her electronic cigarette and kicked a pebble nervously. She hadn't slept properly last night because her grandson kept coming to her bed. So now, she was a bit grumpy than usual.

"Yes, she'll come." Colin replied.

"Alright then... I'll be in the car!"

Mare took another puff from her cigarette and started complaining as she walked towards her parked car.

"If you two don't show up in three minutes, I'll go to that goddamn hospital myself!"

"Oh..kay... Sergeant." Colin spoke to himself. And then returned his watery eyes to the empty street way. He didn't want to show it too much but looked forward to seeing her again.

"C'mon... Where are you?"

And just a second later, Colin saw her at the beginning of the street.

"Finally."

Hunter was half running, half walking towards the police station. When she saw Colin, she waved as if to say, 'Here I am!'. Then she came and stood right in front of Colin, panting.

"Goo... Good morning, detective."

"Good morning."

Colin looked at this panting girl from head to toe for a while.

"Where were you?"

Hunter rested her hand on the body of the street lamp while she doubled up. Trying to regulate her breathing before talking.

"Oh, Jesus... Sorry, I'm late. I forgot to set my alarm this morning, and my mom took the truck. So I had to walk here."

"No problem," Colin replied with a soft smile. Then Hunter's red knuckles caught his eyes.

"Are you cold? Today is a bit colder than usual."

She instantly hid his hands in the pockets of his black denim jacket.

"Huh..? No worries. I got pretty warm walking."

Just then, there was a loud honking. Turning their heads, they saw Mare pulling up beside them.

"Enough with the chit-chat, ladies!" She shouted angrily at them through the open window. "We're late. Just get in the car already!"

Colin panicked but tried not to show her and continued speaking gentlemanly as if Mare hadn't just yelled at them.

"A-Alright... Looks like Mare's not in the mood today. So, let me ask you instead. Do you want to sit in the front seat or the back seat? I don't mind either way but-"

Hunter was already in the back seat as he spoke.

"Just get in the car, for God's sake!" She yelled at him, unable to stop laughing.

Colin was stunned momentarily but then quickly got into the front seat. And Mare could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now... Hold on tight, or I won't be responsible for your head trauma."

And then she stepped on the gas with all her might and drove towards the hospital, not caring about leaving black tire tracks on the road.

"God dammit, Sergeant!"

As Colin hurried to fasten his seat belt, Mare wished she hadn't missed visiting hours because of these two blabbers.

When they arrived at the hospital, visiting hours were still in progress. So they stopped rushing and calmly entered the corridor where Ms.Lange was.

“Let’s hope she’s awake.” Colin murmured. With a bouquet of daisies in his hands (from the florist outside the hospital), he looked like a shy man going on a date. It made Hunter smile.

He looks pretty thoughtful. She thought. It's cute, in a way.

They kept walking along the corridor, and Mare knocked on the door when they finally found Ms.Lange’s room.

“Good morning, sunshine! Still not awake? Course, you’re awake.”

When Mare’s fake-happy voice lightened up the room, Colin and Hunter followed her inside. But… there was no one in the room. Just a few wisps of smoke floating above the bed.

“I know you’re here. I can see it in the air.” Mare said smilingly and started to walk to bed.

Since they both lived in the same town, Colin thought they could be friends. Cause that would explain the sincerity in Mare's speech.

"Ugh! Just leave me alone, would ya?"

Ms.Lange was crouched in the small space between the bed and the wall, puffing on a cigarette in distress. Colin took a few steps forward to get a better look. But instantly, he felt terrible for seeing her wet eyes and messy blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Also, she looked so small in that hospital gown.

It was hard for them to watch someone at her lowest.

"Oh... Come here, Jess."

Mare took her arm and gently laid her on the bed. And her wet eyes met Hunter's for the first time since the incident happened.

"Hey, Ms.Lange... How do you feel?" Hunter asked half-heartedly as she took timid steps toward the bed.

"I'm glad you're alive."

She didn't get on very well with her. Because Ms.Lange was also an edgy spirit. And everyone (especially Mare) knew that fire and gunpowder could never go together. But Hunter never got along with anyone. So… There was no need for drama.

Hunter was asked to protect Ms. Lange. And she did her job. That was it.

"Thank you for pounding that bastard. Now I owe you." She thanked her with an invisible smile.

Hunter laughed joyfully.

"Why don't you just double my paycheck and send it to me?"

When an amused expression appeared on Ms.Lange's pale face, Mare and Colin smiled at each other.

"Honey... Don't worry, I will."

At that moment, Colin decided that holding the bouquet of daisies in his hand this long made him look funny, so he bent down and handed it to Ms. Lange with a sweet smile.

"These are for you."

"Oh, boy... Why the bother?"

As she embraced the bouquet smilingly, Mare took the tape recorder out of her jacket pocket and sat down on the chair beside to bed with a severe expression.

"Now… If we're done with the pleasantries, let's take your statement, shall we?"

Then they started talking about the whole incident from the beginning. Mare asked Ms.Lange told. How she had been repeatedly abused by her ex-husband and the latest incident... And the reason why.

"He told me I would not have peace unless I gave up the house we bought together."

Colin was all quiet and busy listening and examining Ms.Lange's expressions.

"...And I said, fuck yourself. I'm not giving you my goddamn home!"

"Well said."

When Hunter murmured as he looked out the window, Colin's eyes immediately shifted to her. Then began to study her side profile and behind.

She was about Mare's height. And with her well-fitting leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, and dark brown hair falling down her back in a loose ponytail, she somehow resembled a biker. Colin couldn't help but wonder if her hair was as soft as it looked. Or how it would feel sliding through his fingers.

Oh, stop it, Colin! Are you a fucking pervert?

He invisibly slapped himself and turned his gaze to Ms.Lange again. But his mind was still on Hunter. A lot of strange thoughts about her had been running through his mind since yesterday.

Like, what kind of panties she wears? Does she sleep naked? Or if she likes being handcuffed during...

Colin was embarrassed just for thinking those sinful thoughts but couldn't resist anyway. He was curious asf.

"What do you blushing for, detective?"

Jesus Christ!!

Colin was startled when he heard her low voice near his left ear, surrounded by her warm breath. The hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on. She was so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her body.

"I'm not blushing." Colin muttered with panic. He wasn't even able to give her a proper look. But Hunter had been watching him all along, intensely. Since she was the one who asked.

"Were you daydreaming?"

Hunter asked again with her low voice, this time grinning mischievously. She looked so provocative to Colin for doing that.

God... Keep me sane.

He swallowed, fidgeted uncomfortably where he stood, and then crossed his arms nervously over his chest. He knew he was being AWKWARD at the moment. But he couldn't help it. He always reacted awkwardly when things he didn't expect happened around him.

"No... I don't daydream during working hours." Colin replied with a serious look, at least trying to look serious, but... Did he manage? He wasn't sure of it. Because Hunter started giggling as he finished.

"Liar."

At that moment, Mare turned over her shoulder and called, "Hey!" to them.

"We're done here. Does anyone want to add anything? Hunter?"

When Mare called her over, Hunter had to stop picking on Colin and reluctantly walked over to the bed.

"Well... I got few things to say, actually."

Colin breathed a sigh of relief when Hunter's attention turned away from him to Ms.Lange.

Oh... God, thank you.

It was a blessing for Colin. Because when Hunter had almost cornered him, Mare had intervened and saved him unwittingly.

"Ms.Lange, I have to tell you that I am really proud of you for having the courage to file a complaint against your abusive ex-husband. Since he'll go to jail, you won't be a target for him. In this case, I guess you won't need me anymore. So…"

Ms.Lange sat up from her bed a little and nodded in agreement.

"You're right. He's going to jail. But let me tell you this..."

She took a deep breath and opened her lips to tell Hunter what she had just told Mare.

"Maybe he won't be around, but his creditors will find me."

Hunter frowned in confusion, and for a moment, her eyes flickered between Mare and Colin suspiciously.

"What is that mean?"

Ms.Lange started to explain.

"I learned from one of his friends that he got a lot of money from a loan shark to fix his shitty business. That's why he wanted my house in the first place. I don't know how much he owes them, but I'm not willing to pay."

She sniffled her red nose for a second and wiped her teary eyes once again, after explaining the situation patiently.

"As you can see, the danger has not passed yet. These guys are gonna come after me to take their money. God... I was thinking of moving out of here before the accident, but now..."

"I didn't allow her." Mare intervened aggressively.

"Because we're not gonna be afraid of by a bunch of weasels!"

Now, there were sparks of enthusiasm in her eyes.

"Also, we're cops, for God's sake! Aren't we, Zabel?"

Colin nodded his head instantly, like a soldier.

"Yes, sergeant!"

All this made Hunter nervous, but it wasn't enough to scare her. Because she was not an easily frightened person and pretty good with guns. Cause she was a cop's daughter, after all.

"So... Girly, if it's okay with you, I want to keep you by my side as a bodyguard for a while longer. And Mare says you need a job. So..."

Mare's eyes looked down at her feet as she spoke the last words, and Hunter didn't say anything. Cause it was true. She needed this job.

"What do you say?" Ms.Lange asked sincerely.

And Hunter's hesitation just disappeared at that moment. Because she knew that she often struggled to find a decent job. And it's hard for her to say out loud, but… There were bills to pay and family members to feed at the end of the day. So… She wasn't going to pass up this offer.

"Well…"

After a short cough, "I'm not as cruel as to say 'no' to someone who asks me to protect her." she answered.

"Also, I'm not afraid of the bad guys you mentioned. Cuz you know, I'm the bad guy myself." She added with a cocky smile.

"So... Don't worry, Ms.Lange. I'll guard you at all costs."

Ms.Lange's eyes were shining with tears now.

"Oh... Call me Jess already, you rascal!"

Hunter reached out and attempted to shake her trembling hand with a warm smile, but suddenly, Ms.Lange threw her arms around Hunter's shoulders and hugged her tightly. Then whispered in her ears with gratitude:

"Thank you."

...

It was already lunchtime when they finished the query and threw themselves out of the hospital.

"...kay, thank you."

Mare had already called the station and asked them to send two police officers to stand guard outside the hospital until Ms.Lange was discharged.

"Well... Everything seems fine." Mare said as she put her phone in the back pocket of her pants.

"The police officers are on their way to stand guard. They will look after Ms.Lange for a couple days until she is discharged. And..."

After a long sigh, Mare continued to explain the current situation.

"The other officers will arrive soon to pick up the bastard after his treatment. I think he'll go straight to jail. So the case will be over. And, then, our new case will begin. But for now, everyone can take a deep breath."

After a short silence, Colin was the first to speak.

"Uh, Mare... Since it's lunchtime, where are we going to eat?" He asked when the hot steam from his lips formed a small cloud above his head.

"Is there a good place to get a burger or a coffee around here?"

Mare shrugged as she unlocked her car.

"I don't know about you, but I should go home for lunch. Drew is pretty ill and didn't go to school today. So... Take care of yourselves!"

"But, Detective... Won't you take us with you? Where can I go-"

Colin tried to object, but...

"Oh, stop whining, Zabe! I've given you the best guide you can ever find. What more do you need? Hunter's a local girl. And I'm sure she knows a good place."

As Hunter chuckled to Colin, Mare had already gotten into her car.

"Go eat something with her!" She shouted out with a half-smile through the window. "See you at the station." Then she left the hospital's parking lot in a hurry.

"Oh, boy..."

Hunter laughed at Colin's frightened expression. Her spirits were freaking high. Because she just realized that the poor detective was afraid to be alone with her.

"Looks like you're stuck with me."

It was the first thing Colin said to her. And... He had said it with disappointment then, but Hunter looked hella amused when she said it now.

"Oh, it's not... I mean, I'm not nervous about hanging out with you. Ever."

Colin tried to smile and acted like it was not a big deal.

But it is a BIG deal! Fuck, I just daydreamed about you. He thought in anxiety.

How can I look at your face again? God, help me.

Hunter smiled, oblivious to Colin's thoughts.

"Then it's good." She simply replied and pointed to the street ahead with her index finger.

"This way! I know a good place that makes delicious burgers and fries. But I can't say anything about coffee. I'm not a coffee person."

When Hunter started to walk that way, Colin immediately chased after her. Since he was hungry as a wolf, he just focused on the "burgers and fries" part.

For a while, they walked side by side in silence. But Colin was not a man who liked silence, so after a few minutes, he felt obliged to speak. Even if it irrelevant.

"By the way, is your name really Hunter? Or is it some kind of nickname?"

Hunter's chin twitched momentarily before she gave a reply to his unnecessary question.

"It's not a nickname. It's my real name."

She was very sensitive about her name but didn't want to make it too obvious. So she quickly dropped the issue by looking around.

However, Colin couldn't seem to let it go.

"It's a boy's name." He said casually as he looked at the houses and shops on the street. "You know that, right?"

When she felt the anger boil inside of her, she stopped walking suddenly. Didn't want to break anyone's heart over this, but...

The name issue was a BIG red button for her, and that Colin guy fucking pressed it with his broke ass. Unwittingly or not. He made her hella pissed.

"What happened?"

When he realized Hunter was no longer walking beside him, he stopped and turned around, looking curious. There were 5 steps between them, and judging by the look on his face, he clearly was unaware that he had just dropped a brick.

"Are you... kay?"

As his eyes met her piercing gaze, he felt that familiar, itchy, electric current run up from his kneecaps to his stomach.

"Detective," She broke her silence.

"I highly recommend you to be careful when you put my name on your tongue." She underlined every single word with a dangerous timbre.

"W-What?"

Colin was intimidated by the sudden seriousness of the girl laughing only five minutes ago.

"Oh... Did I say som-"

Hunter got closer and said her words straight to his face:

"This is my first and last warning to you. So, you better listen to me carefully."

She never broke eye contact with him, so Colin couldn't look away this time.

"Don't ever make fun of my name again. Or I swear I'll beat you and make sure you won't be able to pee on your own, for a long time."

Colin felt a tingling under his pants right after she finished.

Oh, God...

Her words were so powerful that he couldn't believe he had an erection just because of that.

Like how tf?!!

It wasn't supposed to be.

"Let me introduce myself properly." She continued her warning speech, oblivious to his thoughts.

"My name is Hunter. And no, it's not just for boys! Also, my dear father didn't give me this name because he thought I would be a boy. He gave me this name 'cause when he first saw me, he knew I would be a badass hunter one day."

This was a harsh outburst (and a bit rude), but strangely, it pleased Colin. Somehow, he liked being scolded by this unpredictable woman. 

"Now, if that's clear," Hunter dropped the conversation gladly as she saw Colin nod. "I'm going for lunch." They both seemed relieved at that moment.

"If you're still hungry, you can join me."

She lightly patted Colin on the arm and walked past him to the restaurant around the corner. After a few seconds of freezing, he quickly zipped up the front of his coat and called out while chasing after her:

"Thank you for, uh... warning me! Hunter... I won't do it again."

When Hunter didn't give any reaction and kept walking to the restaurant, Colin felt like a total idiot. 

Agh! Shut up already! You're such a loser.

The 'name thing' was obviously her soft spot, and she had taken out her claws to protect herself, her name. But there was no need for that. Colin had made her do it with his reckless words. And now he was feeling guilty as fuck.

When Hunter walked through the restaurant door with the sign Apple Pie'rre and disappeared, Colin rushed in and headed for the table where she was sitting. The little bell at the top of the door kept ringing after him, but it faded into the crowd after a while.

Apple Pie'rre** (imaginary place)

"Wow... This place is nice." Colin said half-smiley while sitting down in front of Hunter. His eyes were studying inside now. 

The restaurant was large and had a spacious dining area with retro double leather armchairs and wooden tables. It looked like a warm, family-friendly place. And also quite crowded at this time of day. 

The smell of burgers, coffees, and sugary treats carried by passing waiters whet Colin's appetite. 

"My father's favorite place. It was..." Hunter said quietly while studying the menu.

"He used to get us here every Sunday." 

A broken smile appeared on her face but quickly disappeared. Good memories were long gone. Would there be new ones? Hunter didn't sure.

After a long look at her, Colin mustered up the courage and said what was going on in his mind, despite the risk of getting beaten up by her.

"Well... He had a good taste, I must say."

Hunter didn't look angry or offended. On the contrary, she was just smiling contently.

"Yeah, he had."

And then she called out to the waitress at the table they were sitting at. The faltering look on her face broke Colin's heart. From what he'd observed so far, Hunter was a fun-loving, teasing girl and a bit of a hothead. But now, Colin was seeing her like this for the first time.

I think she was a little touched. He thought, looking at her teary eyes.

Another soft spot has been determined. Be careful, Zabe.

"Did you know they've been making the best burgers in this town since 1975?"

"No." Colin replied simply and did not move his eyes from her a bit.

"Well, I guess you learned just now."

"Yeah."

She tried to distract him with some unnecessary information cause she didn't want to look so fragile and small in front of him. But her plan just didn't work. Thanks to her teary eyes, now the only thing on Colin's mind was how much she cared for her father. 

Fuck! She hissed to herself and wiped her eyes quickly when Colin turned his head to the waitress that came to their table.

"Have you decided on your orders? Uh, Hunter?! How are you?"

When they started to chat, Colin's eyes studied the girl. Apparently, she is one of Hunter's friends. And she was looking exactly the opposite of Hunter. She was all in pink clothes and had short, wavy blonde hair. And she also had bracelets decorated with colorful beads and charms. And her creepy smile with 32 teeth… Let's say she just looked like she had escaped from Wonderland.

It just doesn't look like Hunter's taste, Colin thought. She probably likes being that 'dark' girl in high school.

Colin sighed as he looked at her naturally red lips. Hunter may have been a tomboyish girl, but at the same time, she was too hot to handle. And she also seemed to make it her hobby to give poor Colin mixed signals and make him feel delusional.

God knows what else.

"Oh, I think I'mma go with a double cheeseburger, some onion rings, and a big cup of cola."

"Alright... The usual order goes for my friend. And sir? What would you like to order?"

Zabel was so lost in his thoughts.

"Zabe!" When Hunter called him, he quickly downed to the earth and gave his order by saying, "Same as hers." with a nervous smile. 

As the waitress headed to the kitchen, he removed his coat and put it next to him. It was boiling inside. And also, thankfully, his boner was gone.

"I... I heard about your dad, and I'm so sorry." He dived straight into what he wanted to talk about without any fear.

"It's a shame I didn't get to meet him. I could've learned a lot from him." 

She was totally father's daughter. Colin could tell just by looking at her. But unfortunately, ten years ago, she lost her 'dear father' in a most tragic way. He learned from Mare this morning and felt terrible for her. 

Poor girl just bit the bullet and went on with her life. Colin thought.

His father was just an alcoholic abuser when her father was a hero in the state where he lived. And how could it be that a scumbag like his father was still alive, and hers was in the ground? Colin is never gonna understood that. Ever.

As Hunter's absent-minded, bereaved eyes were still looking out the window, "I wondered something." Colin continued.

"You are obviously a tough cookie. And pretty smart. Why didn't you consider becoming a detective like your old man? I mean… Mare followed in her father's footsteps and became a good detective. What about you? Didn't you ever want to?"

He now realized how badly he wanted to partner up with her. But it wasn't an option at all. 

"So... You're asking me why I ended up as a pain in the ass instead of being a brilliant detective, right?" Hunter replied with a smirk. This guy was really something else. 

"Yea-"

For a moment, Colin was relieved she didn't mind him talking about her father. But after that, he got panicked at what she said.

"No, no, no, I didn’t say that. I didn't say that you're a pain in th-"

"Slow down, detective. I'm just teasing." Hunter laughed joyfully.

"But... I bet you wished to imply it. Cause I did 'your job' at the most needed time. You must feel useless and humiliated when you arrived at that garage."

Colin didn't say anything, but the look on his face told everything. Indeed, at first, he was jealous of her, but now he only admired her.

"Anyway... Let me be clear for you, detective."

Hunter gathered all her thoughts about this topic and reached her point without haste.

"As you witnessed earlier, I have some… anger issues. If I were a cop, I probably wouldn't be able to handcuff criminals without punching the shit out of them. So I think it's good that I'm not a cop for your peace. I mean... You probably wouldn't want a problematic co-worker around you. Would you?" She ended up her speech with a tricked question as she delightfully smiled. And he couldn't take his eyes off her smile for a moment.

Actually... Colin would want her around him, as a cop or not. Cause she was right his cup of tea. But he didn't say anything, just dropped the conversation with a nervous laugh.

"Here you go!"

Just as they were about to fall into another long silence, the delicious smells of burgers and fries filled the table. And Colin suddenly came to life, his eyes wide open and unable to hide his surprise.

"Wow, that was fast!"

The waitress girl, 'Pixy' (That's what it said on her name badge.), smiled cheerfully and confessed, "I prepared your orders myself. Enjoy!"

"Pixy, you're the best! I love you!"

When she chuckled and left to take another table's order, Hunter took a massive bite of her burger and closed her eyes while chewing it slowly. Her taste buds were exploding with flavor. At that moment, she didn't care if she looked like she was having an orgasm. Cause that burger was fire. And she just wanted to enjoy it.

"You look so lovely."

Colin let his thoughts escape his lips for a moment, and when he realized what he had just said, he had a coughing fit as he focused on his following words to fix the situation. His eyes were wide open.

"I mean... You look like you're enjoying too much of that burger. It must be your favorite food.

Hunter awkwardly smiled with her full mouth and looked away shyly. Because she had just been caught in the act of her guilty pleasure.

"Is it... that obvious?"

She swallowed her bite while thinking about what she's gonna say after. And when she finished, she put the burger down and explained calmly, "Yeah, it's my favorite food. But, since I'm on a hard diet, I haven't had a burger for a long time."

"Diet?!" Colin surprised.

"You don't look like you need a diet."

Hunter took a big sip from his coke and kept explaining shyly.

"Well... Actually, I'm interested in bodybuilding."

She didn't want to tell him that fact about herself, but… She had just said it.

"It's not like... I want to be huge or be a professional. I just wanted to push my limits."

She felt insecure after saying that cause, from what she had seen so far, most men didn't approve of women's muscle building. So… She just wondered what he would think about it.

"I can see that you are ambitious," Colin said while thinking.

"If pushing your limits makes you happy, you shouldn't feel guilty about it."

"Who said I feel guilty?"

Colin kept his attitude the same.

"Then, why are you looking at me like you want me to approve you?"

The daring expression and the confident tone of his voice...

Damn!

This time, he cornered her. And made her look away.

Are you the same detective that had red cheeks earlier today? She thought in confusion. Clearly, she didn't expect that question.

It was Colin's first-ever challenge to her.

"You're a strong woman, with or without muscles." Colin continued confidently as he saw a doubtful look on her face. Now he was looking right into Hunter's eyes with his own will for the first time.

"It's nobody's business but you."

Hunter thought men were programmed to despise and criticize women all her life. Cause, with the exceptions, most men are fucking bullies, and the rest are just cowards with a hero complex. Thinking women can't do anything on their own. But it was hella wrong!

"Well..." She sighed.

No man, other than her father, had ever said such encouraging things to her. So, she felt a bit touched at that moment. Offguarded...

"You're quite a rare man, detective. Has anyone told you that before?" His speech had defeated Hunter, and Colin was aware of it.

"Nope," He smiled a little timidly. "You're the first." Then he took a bite of his burger with peace of mind, knowing that he had finally created a breach in her walls.

Oh, boy...

She couldn't help but smile mischievously as she took another sip from her coke.

I think we'll be seeing each other more often, detective.

I've got my eye on you.

Keep reading --> ( Part.3 )

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[zipzapzabel]

Keep Your Eyes Open

Mare x Zabel x Reader

(Potentially Part 1 - who knows).

Warnings: Angst, Car Accidents

AN: this is my first fanfiction, so prepare yourself it could be ugly.

Nothing could have prepared you for what was going to happen; you were just trying to make ends meet - the nine-to-five job down at the local bookshop in the centre of Easttown was once you centre of tranquility after a dramatic move from your family. But the fear protruded every minute of working each day. Laying the local papers on the stand by the door each morning “Local Missing Woman Now Presumed Dead”. Easttown had its occasional problems; addicts, runaways but never as serious of series of unfortunate incidents.

Each night, closing the bookshop, your personality had to change; becoming an escort - it was the only way to financially support yourself. Your heart pounded; being an independent individual in this line of work naturally had it’s dangers and risks. But there was no other way.

The shutters came down on the front of the store, and making final adjustments to the lock as you heard the laughter of people going on night outs. “Y/N!” Shit. Your manager didn’t know about your situation. “You look nice, who’s the lucky fella?” his tipsy demeanour as he swayed and tried to adjust himself against the shutters. “Just seeing some friends at the bar down town.” You responded jokingly. Not whole heartedly a lie but nor the entire truth. “Be careful-“ his finger wiggled, the whiskey breath lingered on his tongue “-don’t want anything bad happening to pretty lass like yourself.” He shouted back to his friends as they sang something incoherent, the off key notes bouncing off the buildings of the streets. “Night Y/N!” His booming voice echoed for what felt like hours.

By late evening you’d hit the third bar of the night, steadily making the most money - hopefully earning a week off. You slowly made your way for a drink, noticing a figure slumped. The pony tail and plaid shirt gave you a sense of security. You steadily adjusted yourself on the stall, a few feet away. You adjusted your heels to feel the cool metal bar of the stool against your raw feet. “You can sit closer you know, Y/N.” Mare turned to you with a smile. “Sorry Mare, I wasn’t sure if it was you.” You popped your shoes back and made your way over.

“Long time no see Mare, how you been?” you smiled. “Good, just waiting for a colleague to go over some last details.” Colleague? Since when did Mare work with a colleague. She’d always worked alone from what you remembered.

“Evening Mare. Who’s your friend?” The voice behind you slightly shook you. “I’m so sorry to have scared you!” His hands steadied you from falling from your seat. “Y/N, this Detective Colin Zabel, a colleague of mine - Zabel this is Y/N, a very good friend.” Mare introduced.

“Shall I get the next round of drinks?” Colin offered. “That’d be great! I’ll just have a beer thanks.” You made an exception this evening. Colin rubbed his hand on your shoulder, it felt safe. “I’ll be right back.”

“Y/N. Is everything alright?” Mare interjected. “Everything is fine, Mare-“ you’re eyes avoided hers, everything was not fine. “I know your lying Y/N, I have a daughter I know these things-“ Mare’s hand slipped a card with a number. “I had to take on escorting, Mare.” you whispered. “I had an eviction notice two months ago and I was going to lose everything.” Your fingers began entangling, distracting away from the need to show emotions. “Y/N, we’re working on the case regarding the women going missing - there’s been development of who are being targeted, particularly in your line of work.” You held the card with the number on it. “If you need safety or have information to share. Just call us.” As you went to place the card in your purse. “I’d hate anything to happen to you Y/N.”

“I will do. I promise” you finally looked her in the eyes. “Drinks everyone!” Zabel announced. “Zabel moved to town only recently, Y/N.” Mare tried to break the ice. “How are you find it, Colin?” You needed to try and make some friends or something since moving alone. “It’s quaint, though not had chance to explore. If you know of any places, let me know!” His hand fluttered through his hair and trying to adjust his coat. “What about you Y/N? How long you been here?”. Your hand slowly rubbed against your arm, you’d never spoken about your side of things. “Oh I moved here a couple of months ago, I work at Hopkinson’s Bookstore. Fairly peaceful.”

Mare returned from answering a call “Zabel we need to check out a location. Potential suspect, could be nothing but-“

Mare had offered a ride back to your apartment but you were adamant to get the little extra to give you a week off.

Waiting on the corners, you spotted the other women of the night and gave each other smiles and waves. You looked out for each other. You had to.

Tiredness overcame you and you decided that was the last job. You held yourself and muttered self hatred for not dressing for the weather. It nipped at your skin, the cold air grasped each breath you took.

You walked out into the road, caution thrown to the wind as your body met the oncoming car. It came from a blind spot, you had no chance. Your head bounced against the bonnet and thrashed landing to the tarmac in middle of the road.

Body slung on the icy road, the sound of the engine stirred you slowly, a blue van waiting. A new set of lights came from the opposite direction and it took off. You fought to stay awake - and tried to steady yourself. Doors slammed from behind. “Try not to move! Zabel call it in.” A familiar voice came closer. “Oh god, Y/N…” the sound of footsteps got frantic.

Another set of steps came running. Hands moving your hair from the gash on your head. Your breathing slowed. Eyes trying to wander around and find faces as you tried to move your head. Shock began to course though your veins. Mare had managed to get you in the recovery position and steadily holding your neck. Zabel layed a blanket over your body as you continued to shake from the shock. “Called it in, ambulance should be here shortly.” Zabel confirmed to Mare.

“Blue-“ your slowly stuttered. “Come again?” Mare tried to wake you up. “Hey. Y/N, gonna need you to stay awake.” Zabel’s hand rubbed your arm. “It. Was. Blue.” You fought so hard to keep awake. “What was Blue, Y/N?” Mare asked once more. “The van.”

Mare and Zabel looked at each other. “Do you think?” As the sirens began to interrupt. And it only took a moment your conscious had slipped away.

“Y/N? Y/N. Need you to wake up Y/N…” both Mare and Zabel’s voices were trying to stir you. Hands began to move as the paramedics got to work on you. “Female, Late 20s, Hit by vehicle, in and out of consciousness” Mare relayed to Paramedics.

Occasionally you heard voices as they helped you, it like being under water, every sound swaying. “Lift on three. One, two, Three-“ the movement woke you, shock had slipped away and the pain became unbearable. A gasp left your lips as you felt the air against your mouth and nose. Oxygen helped ease the ache as you took a breath. A hand was holding yours as thumb rubbed circles against your skin, your eyes following to see Colin. “I’m coming with you. Mare will meet us there.”

They slowly loaded the stretcher into the ambulance, Colin sat by the side and not letting go of your hand. “Just going to give you an IV and pain relief, sweetheart and should ease it a bit.” The paramedic went to work on you. You hated needles. “Hey, you’re doing so well Y/N, deep breaths.” Colin gave a smile and trying his hardest to distract you.

The paramedic looked at you both “How you doing sweetheart?” The wave of pain relief made you feel a little tired and dizzy. Colin’s phone rang out again. “Zabel. We’ve got the bastard. Same reg matching description from last time. We’ve got him.” Mare sounded so triumphant. They got him. Now they just had to find the girls.

“You hear that Y/N, we’ve got him.” He placed his phone back in his pocket. “That’s great.” You closed your eyes for a second. The warmth of the saline and pain relief was so inviting, it felt like you were floating for a second.

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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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[missuswalker]

Please can I request a Colin Zabel smut where he loses his virginity with fem reader and he's all like clumsy and bashful, yet a sweetheart? Thank u <3

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⌕ summary: colin wants you so bad, but he’s also a 30 year old virgin and really has no fucking clue how to let you know he’s ready to change that

⌕ warnings: SMUT!!! loss of virginity, oral (male receiving), piv

⌕ notes: of course, honey !! i’m not great at writing colin, despite how much i adore him, but i really hope you enjoy 💗

there’s a light tap at the door of your apartment, which had been unlocked in expectancy of your boyfriend’s arrival. the door creaks open, colin’s head peeking through, bright smile on his face. “hi,” he greets simply, stepping inside and gently shutting the door behind himself, turning the lock. “you should keep that door locked, you wouldn’t believe how many people’s homes get broken into just because they forget to lock their door.”

you roll your eyes lightheartedly at the comment, standing up from your leather couch to wrap your arms around colin’s neck, bringing him down into a quick kiss. “it’s only been unlocked for, like, five minutes,” you defend, grinning up at him. he rolls his eyes back, pecking your lips once more. “i have a key, y/n, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked for me,” he sighs, moving his lips to your shoulder.

“bad day?” you ask, picking up on the slight slip of exhaustion in his voice. he shakes his head, rubbing your back. “not bad, just long. missed you,” he hums. you nod, playing with the hair of the nape of his neck. “can i make you feel better?” you ask, really having no ulterior motive than to feed the boy and let him take a nap in your bed, but he perks up immediately, looking a little shocked.

“uh, i don’t.. what did you have in mind?” he fumbles, biting the inside of his cheek. you shrug, turning to look at your small kitchen. “i mean, i made some pasta for lunch, i can heat that up, or i can make you a sandwich or something?” you suggest, his tense shoulders relaxing again. “you don’t have to make me a sandwich, the pasta is fine.” he says, though there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“i’ll make you the sandwich if you really want it,” you insist, not understanding the sudden mood shift. “no, that’s not what… i just thought you meant something else,” he shakes his head, eyes shut. “about the pasta?” you raise an eyebrow. “no, not about the- what? that doesn’t even make sense, no. about the taking care of me thing,” he answers, furrowing his eyebrows.

“do you wanna go lay down? or use my shower? i still have some of your man soap, the one that smells like masculinity and forests or whatever,” you offer, joking lightly about his stupid ‘pine’ soap. “no, that’s okay,” he declines, offering an awkward smile and a pat to the arm. “then what do you want, baby?”

god, he did not want to answer that.

“i thought that you wanted to… you know, have sex? jesus, don’t even say anything, i’m sorry,” a rambles, pinching the bridge of his nose. “is that what you want?” you ask, ignoring his request for you to completely forget about what he just said. “no, no. well, yeah, but we can’t.” he groans internally, confusing himself. “i don’t care that you’re a virgin, if that’s what you’re worried about, colin.”

he hesitates, looking up at the ugly, cream colored ceiling or your apartment. “i just don’t want it to be bad. for you.” you almost laugh at his worry. “honey, it’s not gonna be bad. i want to if you want to,” you reassure, giving him an honest smile. he looks down at you, pursing his lips. “are you sure? we don’t have to tonight. we don’t even have to. ever.” you roll your eyes, grabbing his arm and tugging, trying to lead him to your room. “it’s gonna happen at some point, colin. c’mon, stop worrying,” you say, trying to bring him out of that nervous shell.

he relaxes a bit at your unseriousness, deciding that he really wanted this now. as he sits at the edge of your neatly made bed, you stand between his legs, leaning down to kiss him, both hands cupping his cheeks. he returns the kiss immediately, his hands finding home on your hips. his tongue meets yours, almost testing the waters. you had made out before, but it felt different now that it was leading to something way bigger than simple kissing.

he can already feel himself growing stiff at the thought of just having you. he tugs at the hem of your shirt, silently asking you to remove the stupid thing, and as soon as you gave him the okay, he lifts it, attempting to pull it over your head. as it gets caught, he laughs, giving a quick “sorry” and allowing you to do it instead. as soon as it’s off, your lips are reconnected.

“is this okay?” he asks, his hands sliding up your sides, resting right under the band of your bra. “yeah,” you breath out, bringing your lips to his jaw. his hands hesitantly hover over your tits, finally squeezing them after what felt like forever. he trails his hands back down your body, messing with the button of your jeans, eyebrows furrowed. at his struggle, you gently push his hands away, moving onto your knees, undoing his jeans.

“hey, tell me to stop if you change your mind, okay?” he nods in response, watching with big eyes as you slide his jeans down his legs. the thick outline of his cock stretched his boxers, begging to be freed from its confines. he felt the urge to laugh in the moment as a nervous reaction, but he held back, watching intently as you pulled down the waistband of his underwear, his dick standing against his stomach. “you don’t have to do that if- shit, if you don’t want to,” he reassures, interrupted halfway by your hand squeezing gently around his length.

“i want to, for you,” you say, stroking him a few times before bringing him into you mouth, squeezing your lips around his burning tip. he huffs, hand immediately finding its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful. you slowly go down on his dick, hollowing out your cheeks and he does everything in his power to not just shove your head all the way down. you begin to bob your head at a steady rhythm, colin’s free hand gripping your bedspread. only after a minute, his cock twitches, warning you of his release.

“oh god, i’m sorry, baby, i’m gonna cum,” he moans, trying to push your face away, but you keep up with your motions, colin ultimately spilling down your throat, a tiny bit of the white liquid dribbling down your chin. you release him from your lips, swallowing his mess and wiping the rest with the back of your hand. “hey, that’s fine, it’s fine,” you say, crawling up onto the bed. “c’mere,” you says, opening your arms to him.

he practically pounces on you, his tongue down your throat as soon as he could get it past your lips. the bitter taste of his release makes him scrunch his nose, but he doesn’t break the kiss, only moving to unclasp your bra. “damn, how do you do this,” he huffs, letting out a bit of a laugh at his unsuccessful attempt, you giggling along with him, and instead just pulling it over your head, freeing your tits.

“god, you’re so pretty,” he groans, cupping your breasts, already hard again. “colin, fuck me,” you say, your bluntness catching him by surprise, though he doesn’t waste any time, finally getting that button undone and sliding your jeans to your ankles, allowing you to kick them the rest of the way off. upon noticing the wetness already ruining your panties, he groans, leaning forward to place sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your neck.

he pulls off his shirt, tossing it to the side, fully discarding his boxers as well before hooking a finger into the side of your underwear, gently tugging them down your thighs. “i could die right now, you’re so beautiful,” he praises, dragging a finger through your slick. you whine at the sudden contact with your pussy, tossing your head back into your mattress. he straddles you, one leg on each side of your body, pumping himself a couple times before lining himself up with your entrance.

“promise me that you want this and that this is okay,” he says, bringing a hand to your cheek. “i promise, colin, please, i need it,” you beg, putting your own hand over his. he guides his tip in between your folds, pushing in slightly, already moaning at the tight sensation. he has to hold himself up for a minute before he pushes himself all the way in, cock buried deep in your cunt.

he was almost overwhelmed at the feeling, burying his face in the crook of your neck. it’s not long, though, before he’s moving, slow thrusts, in and out, in and out. he’d never experienced something so heavenly. “oh my god, y/n, you- fuckkk,” he groans, picking up his speed. you let out another whine, hand over your face, tits bouncing with each thrust. as he began to speed up even more, you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “colin, you’re doing so good, baby, go ahead, you can cum,” you say, biting the pinkish flesh of your lip.

the heat of his cum fills you up, his cock twitching. colin nearly collapsing on top of you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “you felt so good, so good, just for me, y/n. i love you so much,” he mumbles, lips pressed against your bare shoulder. “i love you too,” you breathe, kissing his temple. “did you cum?” he asks. “don’t worry about me,” you say, massaging his scalp with your finger tips. “i wanted you to. i want you to,” he continues, kissing up your neck. “really, don’t worry about me.”

“you’re so good to me.”

“yeah, i know.”

sorry that it isn’t super in depth i’m so tired but i like this one it’s so silly

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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.

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

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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[kai-anderson-whore]

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

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

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

Word count: 1,7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yeah sounds great’

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

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

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[blackroseguzzi]

FATE part 6

summery: Colin reminds himself of the reasons he knew you were the girl for him while also becoming increasingly stressed over this case.

Colin’s POV

I parked my cruiser in back of the station, letting it idle as thoughts ran through my head. I was now the lead investigator on Erin’s case now that Mare was on leave, and I don’t want to fuck this up. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, my body wanted to turn out of the lot and just keeping driving away from this town, just like she had. This case. Fuck, The situation in yet I tangled myself in yet again with her. I knew by Friday this week that my heart was going to be blasted into a million pieces but maybe I was a glutton for punishment. She’s addicting, I am so drawn to her as if she’s a magnetic field. I had always been sucked into her vortex since the first time I ran into her at that coffee shop. She was always effortlessly beautiful, especially the way her eyes squinted up when she smiled. My mind slowly drifts to a memory of her in the days I knew I was going to marry her.

My alarm had gone off, I had to work that whole weekend and snuck in just a few hours of sleep. I remember the way the sunlight cast over her body that lay tangled in our sheets. I had come home that evening to her unpacking her work bag on the counter, her hair in that messy bun I loved so much. I had snuck into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling her jolt into awareness of my body now pressed against her back.

“What are you doing home this early?” She turned around, pressing her hands on either side of my face, bringing it down for a quick peck on the lips. Her soft lips always plagued my nightmares after she left. Those kisses lingered on my lips as I woke up and realized that she wasn’t there, that she didn’t love me anymore.

“I pulled a few strings, and I got an interview set up in the mornin’ with a witness. So I got out at a decent hour, but I gotta be outta the house early in the mornin tomorrow.”

Her face fell, knowing we wouldn’t get to spend some time together before another work week resurfaced. I hated that she missed me, even thought I wasn’t gone. I realized after she left that I asked her to be extremely patient when it came to my work hours. She never complained due to the nature of the work I did, but her face usually had the hint of disappointment in it when I explained how many hours I’d have to clock in each week.

“Hey, I’ll make it up to you. I have a few days off for Christmas. Okay?” I sprinkled more kisses on her cheek and felt her wrap her hands around my body and sigh. 
“We have forever together, I know you’re working hard to find that missing kid.” I hated that you turned away in that moment, returning to getting your things out of the overnight bag and organized.

Your voice rang through the kitchen as I started to loosen the tie on my shirt, ready to unwind. “What do you want for dinner?”

“You know, Pizza sounds great but I have this craving. It’s been on my mind all frrrrreakkkinggg week.”

You had turned to me, your eyebrows pointed together quizzically.

“And what might that craving be, Mr. Zabel?”

“Well, Ms. Y/l/n, Its something I daydream about often. Spread out on the kitchen table, ready for me to savor every last bite.”

Her eyes wandered across my face, and as our eyes met, I knew she had caught on to the kind of craving I was looking to fulfill.

“Oh, you daydream about this craving often, huh?” A little teasing grin emerged from her face.

I smirked and let out a small chuckle as she started to undo the buttons of my dress shirt.

“Yeah, now we’re cookin’ with fire baby,” I growled, reaching down to cup her ass in those black buttery soft yoga pants I loved her in. The first kiss tasted like candy, and just got more and more delicious as they came. I could feel the heat in between her legs as she pushed me into our dining room with her hips as our tongues still danced together.

“Shit,” She breathed out as I felt her fumble slightly as I tugged at her sweatshirt. We broke apart so I could peel it over her head, making her bun flip to the other side of her head, and stray hairs falling around her forehead. Nobody ever looked that good in a messy bun.

I let out a small moan as her hands worked quickly to unhook her lace pink bra. Her breasts tumbled out of the cups with ease, and my hands couldn’t contain themselves. I reached up to her chest and feverishly messaged, and delicately twirled her nipples. When she bit my lip, man that’s when it was all over.

“You always crave dessert before dinner?” She whispered in that low raspy voice I only ever heard in the bedroom. 
As my hands worked her chest and my mouth occupied the crook of her neck, I could feel that ache in my groin when she started to tug away my belt and unbutton my pants.

She watched as I pulled my pants down, left in boxers. I started to pull my undershirt off when I heard her giggle at the fact my socks had in fact not matched.

I smiled at her, and she pushed a large pile of her papers off the dining table and onto the floor in a hurry.

“I’m going to fucking ravish you, baby.”

She shook her head as she pushed me away from her playfully.

“No sweetie, I get the first taste,” She moved my body as if I was a puppet, placing me laying down on the dining room table - bare assed with my cock straight up waiting for you.

I loved watching her give me head, the way her eyes rolled in the back of her head and her hands gripping my thighs. I let out a deep moan, letting her know the pleasure was going to be short lived if she keeps on using her tongue that way.

She licks the full length of my penis before climbing up on the table, straddling me from above. I pulled my hands to cup her ass again, squeezing her thick soft cheeks as she kisses me. “My turn,” I whispered as we quickly and gracefully rolled into switched positions on the table. Her perfect body now laying down, legs spread as if inviting me in. I felt her breath hitch as I guided myself inside of her. Fuck I will never forget that feeling. That tight squeeze, wet and so fucking warm. I whispered that I loved her, loved her body, loved everything about her as I thrusted my dick inside of her. She was not a quiet girl, but she was reserved and laid back for the most part, but man in the bedroom she was an animal. It surprised me at first, and then once I realized it was exactly what I needed that addiction was intoxicating. I don’t think any girl could ever make me feel half as good as she did.

Her quiet voice pulled me from my drunken pleasure, “I’m gonna cum, Colin.” Her hands found mine and we slowed our intensity. I loved the way her neck and face flushed a perfect pink color as we edged ourselves to completion.

“That’s it baby,” I whispered in between thick breaths as she road out her orgasm- just watching her face scrunch with pleasure pushed me over the edge and I spilled myself inside of her. God, I was done for. She was my forever, it was Fate that brought is together the same coffee spot the day we met.

I closed my eyes, reliving that memory a small smile on my lips when suddenly a knock was at my window.

“We gotta talk Zabel, “ Mare’s harsh voice was muffled by the car window between us.

I turned off the car, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

I was surprised to see her here after getting kicked off the case for some reason I wasn’t able to have as knowledge. “What‘a going on? I thought you were on leave?” I questioned her. Her permanent frown was deeper than normal today. It gave me a slight anxious feeling.

“Why are you talkin’ with Deacon Mark?”

Of course she was here to talk the case, but I knew the shit I’d be in if I continued to let her in on what was going on in the investigation.

“I’d love to chat but this doesn’t really concern you anymore, Mare. we got it handled. Promise.” I placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her nerves, but she shrugged it off.

“ No, it concerns me because I need to find out if there’s a connection with Erin’s case and Katy’s.”

Her tough exterior was something I wasn’t used to. She had only shown me a softer side once or twice, but learning a bit about her past I understand why the guard was ALWAYS up.

“Look, Mare…”

“Shove it, Zabel. You’re talkin’ to a fucking reporter but ya won’t talk to me?”

I gave her a confused look, not understand why she would bring that up- but something was fishy.

“Wait how did you know I was investigating Deacon Mark?”

Mare signed, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

“An unknown source saw ya talking.” She replied.

I wanted to push it further but I had work to do and she was making me late. I know she wanted information but i just couldn’t risk it.

“Sorry Mare, you’re not on the Case.” I started to walk away when I heard a mumbled out of her.

It sounded a lot like “ Well have fun on your date tonight.” But I didn’t want to push it, because there was no way she knew I was going to dinner with you tonight, or was there?

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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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[alittlesil]

a party guy

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader ♥️

a/n: my second favorite man he’s too sweet for this world😔 also babies which were waiting for this fic: @hyperharlz @witchyykitten @scene-and-dandylover

summary: Colin tells you he’s not a party guy. you prove it wrong ;)

warnings: KISSES…and fluff. also ‼️NOT PROOFED‼️

(pics from pinterest)

Typical pop music played on the background, as you wandered through the hall, frowning slightly. Your ears ached already because of the loud sounds, and you really wanted to find a quiet place, but most of all, you wanted to finally find Colin.

It was the corporate Christmas party. Something, that everyone hated, but still took a part of it every year. Every year you promised yourself, that it’s the last time you go on this shit, but you still kept doing it. Maybe, sometimes you just needed some light head in your life, you know? Especially while working at the police station. 

But right now your head wasn’t light. It ached.

All your colleagues were already far behind you, when you finally approached a dark door, which was closed. You placed your fingers around the door handle and pulled it down, opening the door and walking inside with a sigh of relief as you heard that music finally became quieter. 

To your surprise, you were met by a pair of familiar dark eyes.

Finally. You found him.

“Why aren’t you with everyone, having fun?” Colin asked you, quickly looking away, but you have already noticed how his eyes lit up when he saw you.

You didn’t even know what a room it was. There was just a table in the corner, some plastic chairs, a window with jalousie… everything is grey, and nothing special. Colin was sitting on one of these chairs, scrolling through his phone, when you walked over and took a seat next to him, sighing tiredly.

“I can ask you the same.” You scoffed, looking at the detective in front of you. The music was still heard, but - fortunately - not so loud.

“I’m not a party guy.” Colin chuckled, showing you his adorable dimples, which you secretly adored all this time you was working at the station. He placed his phone on the table, not turning it off.

“Why did you go here then?” You asked, glancing at his phone. You saw a small text and immediately recognised the document about the case which you both still couldn’t solve.

“Just to see you.” He thought to himself, but instead of saying it aloud, just rubbed his eyes tiredly. You decided not to push harder, seeing how exhausted he was.

“You need to relax.” You said, your heart ached for your co-worker.

“I know.” Colin mumbled, sighing and looking at you. His eyes lingered at your face, your beautiful frame… God, you were making him about to faint. “Those murders are driving me insane.”

You got up from your chair suddenly, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from his seat. His eyes widened as you touched him.

What should he do? Should he squeeze your hand? Should h-

“Now, Colin”, you said with a smile, letting go of his hand (his eyes followed this motion sadly) and then turning the lights off. “Here’s our own little party.”

You two were standing in front of each other in the dim, small room, with just some quiet music on the background, listening to the laughter of the crowd in the hall. Colin gulped nervously.

He always got nervous when you two stayed alone at the police station, while working on your case, how was he supposed to feel RIGHT NOW, when you two were alone in a closed room and no one could disturb you???

“What?” He just breathed out with a small smile, not able to look away from your eyes. Honestly, everything was wrong! He had his own plan. Well, not plan. He had his own fantasy about this evening. How he would walk over to you, send you a charming smile and murmur something like “wanna dance” or just grab y-

“Come on, detective! Show me your dance skills.” You pleaded, wrapping your hands around his arm and shaking it slightly, giggling. Oh you always wanted to create a move where you could touch him. “Just let yourself relax.”

“Are you trying to get me to fall for you?” 

As if he wasn’t already.

The words slipped down from his tongue before he could even think twice about it. Your eyes widened in misunderstanding.

“What? N-“

“I’m so sorry! I was juST JOKIN-“ He immediately lifted his hands as he saw your confused face, trying to excuse, but you bursted out laughing, making him close his mouth in confusion but relief too.

“Just move your ass already.”

“I’m a terrible dancer.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t-“

“Colin?”

You glanced at him with your magical eyes. These eyes mesmerized Colin every time he looked in them, and this moment wasn’t an exception. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart down and not to show you what a rush of love    emotions he was feeling right now.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He breathed out.

“At this party we don’t judge anyone.” You smiled, already starting to slightly rock your body, and Colin followed your example, his eyes never left you. God, how stupid he was looking right now, he didn’t care while he was with you though. If he had to dance all night like a true idiot but it meant that he would be with you, he would gladly do it.

“See? Not that bad!” You encouraged him, giggling. “Maybe you’re a party guy.”

“Well, I definitely like this party better than the rest.” Colin chuckled, continuing his movements, the embarrassment was almost gone. “The song is nice.”

“Of course it is! It’s ABBA.” You got even closer to him, and poor man almost fell down, when your arms bumped into each other suddenly. Honestly, you didn’t think that he looked stupid: he finally looked free and relaxed, and you were glad to see him like that.

“Don’t you know the lyrics?” You asked, while the music was heading to end.

“Obviously I don’t.” He answered, ready for the next song. 

Well, he thought he was ready.

He wasn’t.

He wasn’t, because it was a song for the slow dance, and you both literally froze because of the sudden change of the mood at the party behind the door. Colin’s cheeks flushed red, and he was thankful to the dimness of the room, which was hiding his blush.

“Do you want you…”

“Yes.” He cut you off, immediately stepping closer. Without any hesitation he grabbed your hand, and you found yourself getting red.

You wanted to ask him if he was up to grab some drinks.

But if he wanted to dance with you like this… how could you say no to a handsome, kind and single detective? To the best man you’ve ever met? 

You just bit your lower lip and nodded, placing your free hand on his shoulder, and Colin had to take a deep, deep breath not to show you all his nervousness. He literally prayed not to mess everything up right now, at this moment, which he was waiting for. The second he put his other hand on your waist, he was about to pass out. His heart was pounding so hard, he could swear you could feel it because of the closeness you two were sharing. 

He gulped, when you started to sway slowly, and goddamn, he wanted to literally disappear when he felt his palm getting sweaty. You couldn’t look him in the eyes - he, on the contrary, was staring at your face in awe.

“You look beautiful.” He suddenly blurted after a few moments of the awkward silence, making you giggle. The butterflies in his stomach were crazy.

“You’re quickly getting into the mood.” You joked, trying to light the mood and make things less weird.

“Am I?” He chuckled, his adorable dimples were seemed again.

“I think so.”

He was much taller than you, so when you finally decided to look up in his eyes, you felt uncomfortable tenseness in your neck. Still, you didn’t pay much attention to it as long as you could see his dark, almost black and your absolutely favorite eyes. You both kept silence, listening to the slow music and absolutely enjoying being so close to each other, smiling slightly like teenagers in love. What was it about him what made your heart ache?

“You’re a good dancer.” You said almost in a whisper, completely mesmerizing by him.

“It’s all thanks to you.” He answered with a giggle, not able to take his eyes off you. “I wanna say something dumb.”

“You’ll ruin the mood!” You chuckled back.

“Oh come on!” Colin laughed. “I danced for you, and now you can’t allow me just sa-“

“Go ahead already.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I wanna kiss you.”

Boom.

You both froze. You - with wide, shocked eyes, and he - with a goofy smile on his face. The next second you switched positions: your face literally beamed, while Colin looked at you with embarrassment.

“Goddamn I’m so sorry I didn’t know what I-“ 

“Please do.”

Boom. 2x. 

What did you just say? With a second to completely process your words, Colin let out a shaky breath in disbelief. He blinked for a few times, looking in your eyes and definitely seeing in them an approval to make a move. So, the next moment, he smashed his lips against yours without any hesitation, already closing his eyes. He felt like he was floating. Your soft lips with your sweet lipgloss, your hand on his shoulder, your other hand on his hand, your body close to his body, your skin is the softest, the kiss, that you both shared - the sweetest. After a moment it became hungrier, he pulled you impossibly closer to himself, savouring the taste of your lips on his. Your head were spinning - was everything even real? But goddamn it was.

Closing your eyes, you let your fingers slip into his short, dark hair, scratching his scalp slightly and making him exhale through the nose. The slow, gentle movements of his lips were driving you insane, and when you but his lower lip slightly he squeezed your body close to his so tight you could barely breath, though you didn’t mind. You both slowly made your way to the nearest wall and pressed your back against it, now standing beside the door. He finally pulled away with a small gasp, looking in your eyes like a puppy, and you melted under his gaze.

“Should’ve done it so much earlier.” He whispered, smiling like an idiot, as your hands gripped onto the collar of his shirt, making him lean down again.

“Wanna do it again?” You smirked back, and without an answer Colin was already kissing you again with more passion. You closed your eyes again, still smiling against his lips.

Suddenly, the door opened slightly, making a small gap, and one of your friends peeked inside, but you and Colin were to busy to pay much attention to it.

“Y/N, you here? Where- OH MY-“ Colin cut your friend off by blindly shutting the door, not pulling away from you even for a second.

What a night.

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a/n: thank you for reading !! <3

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cast evan in normal roles pls i am going feral over colin zabel

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[divineruler]

GOOD MORNING ~ Colin Zabel

GENDER-NEUTRAL READER

WARNINGS- Sub!Colin, Dom!Reader, teasing, hand job, oh my god so much foreplay, the word "pervert"??

WORDS- 2.7K

TAG LIST- @evanpetersluver

As the warm morning sun danced across your face, you stirred from your blissful sleep. You opened your eyes, squinting as you began to make sense of your surroundings. As your vision cleared, you felt a wave of confusion. This was not your bedroom. This was not your bed- 

Your sleep-hazed memory caught up with you when you felt Colin’s arms wrapped around your middle. That’s right, you stayed at Colin’s house last night. What started as a movie date quickly turned into an impromptu sleepover when Colin fell asleep on your shoulder forty-five minutes into the movie. As much as you wanted to finish the movie, you were happy to settle with cuddling in his bed instead. You knew how much stress he was under. Work was really wearing him down lately, and you figured maybe he was in need of some innocent physical affection. So the movie sat paused in the living room as you and Colin lay together in his bedroom. Despite how tempting it was to get Colin riled up, things remained innocent through the night. It was nice. You loved to hold him in your arms, one hand rubbing his back and the other running through his silky brown hair. You just loved being close to him. He was so cute when he was sleeping. The way you could feel his chest rising and falling against you, or the way light snores escaped his parted lips. You could watch him sleep forever. 

You sat up, stretching your arms as you pulled back the blanket. You rubbed your sleepy eyes, glancing around the room. Colin’s room was cute, full of quirky little things that made you giggle. He was such a nerd. You stretched your arms up before looking down at Colin. He stirred a bit in his sleep, rolling his head over to the side. You smiled at his messy hair. God, he was perfect. You ran your eyes down his toned body, blushing at his strong arms and toned chest. He was lean, but he sure was strong. Suddenly your eyes went wide as you glanced down at his lower half. He was sporting a semi, making a slight tent in his boxers. It was nothing major, nothing even out of the ordinary. But god was it making you blush. You smiled, laying back down next to him. You laid on your side to face him, bringing your hand up to his face and slowly running your hands through his messy hair. He relaxed into your touch, eyes shifting under his hazy purple eyelids. You ran your hand from his hair to the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He exhaled sharply, his sleep-worn eyes slowly opening. His eyes were glassy as he looked around the room, finally focusing his gaze on your face. You blushed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

“Good morning,” You whispered. He yawned, stretching his arms and back. He slowly snaked his arms behind you, holding you tight to his chest.

“Good morning my love.” His voice was deep and raspy with sleep. You pushed lightly against his chest, moving back slightly so you could look him in the face. He looked down at you with confusion. 

“I think there’s another friend who might want to say hello.” You smirked, looking down at the bulge in his boxer shorts. His eyes went wide as he realized what was happening. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” He panicked, immediately cupping his hands between his legs to hide his morning wood before turning so his back was facing you. You giggled as his blush started to creep down his neck, you could only imagine how red his face was. “I’m really sorry. I guess I should have warned you that this might happen.” 

“Aw baby,” You rubbed gentle circles on his back. “You don’t need to apologize, you can’t help it. It’s just your hormones.” 

“I know, but I don’t want you to think that I was thinking about you like that while you were sleeping. I don't know.” He slowly turned his head to face you. “I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of… I don’t know… pervert or something!”  

“Oh my god Colin. Yeah, your morning wood makes you a total pervert.” You ran your hand up to rub his shoulders, laughing softly. “You don’t have to worry, my love. I appreciate that my comfort is important to you. But it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all. It’s actually kind of cute.” 

“R-Really? It doesn’t bother you?” He asked.

“Not at all.” You whispered softly in his ear, making his shutter. Teasing him all morning was going to be so much fun. “Are you always like this when you wake up? Are you hard every morning?” You could almost feel the heat burning off his skin. He was so unbelievably flustered. He swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Ahh -Um- Well,” He started. “Not every morning… but most of the time… yes.” At this point, Colin was way too embarrassed to even think about making eye contact with you. You giggled, moving closer to spoon him. You slowly brought your hand up to the side of his head, urging him to turn his gaze. His face was beet-red and his eyes were shifting, trying desperately to look anywhere besides at you. You brought both hands to the side of his face, forcing him to look into your eyes.   

“What a dirty boy, waking up all hard and needy every morning,” You smirk. “Does it go away? Or do you have to touch yourself to make it go away?” Colin audibly gulped at the question, feeling his cock twitch. This was not how he expected you to be talking to him first thing in the morning. 

“Well -um- it normally goes away,” He swallows thickly. “But other morning, I -uh- take care of it myself.” You smirked, wrapping your hand around his body, slowly running your hand up and down his smooth chest. 

“What kind of morning do you think today will be?” You asked, reaching down to lightly trace over his happy trail.   

“I mean -well- I don’t-” Colin started, his body shuttering and twitching as he felt your fingers dance across his ribcage, teasing at his hip bones. You shushed him, pressing one hand to his lips as the other hand played with the tight elastic of his boxers. 

“Don’t try and talk baby, I got you.” You soothed as he closed his eyes, biting his lip as he fully submitted to you. He was putty in your hands, and you were going to make sure he knew how much you loved him. “Let me take care of you. We don’t want you to be backed up all day long, do we?” 

He stifled a grunt as your fingers slipped under his waistband, you were so close to where he desperately needed you. But you continued to tease him, tracing lightly over his v-line. His casual semi was now rock-hard and throbbing. 

“What a good boy. Always such a good boy for me” You whispered, lightly tracing the back of his ear with your tongue. You giggled softly as he let out a strained whimper, a bead of precum forming at the tip of his aching cock. You rubbed soothing circles on his chest with your free hand as he leaked into the cotton of his boxers. He let a louder, needier whimper slip past his lips as he twitched, his cock feeling hot and heavy between his legs. 

“Are you feeling needy baby? What a dirty boy. You’ve hardly been awake for thirty minutes and you’re already a whimpering mess under my touch. My needy boy.” You slipped your fingers out from under his waistband, earning a disappointed groan from Colin. “Be patient baby. I know you’re throbbing down there. But teasing you is just so much fun, I can’t help myself.” 

You moved your head down slightly, so you had access to his neck. You smirked as Colin’s body trembled, feeling your hot breath on his sensitive skin. You ran a hand through his messy hair, leaving light kisses down his neck trying to find his sweet spot. You hit the spot right under his ear, causing him to moan softly, slightly bucking his hips. You smiled into the kiss, tenderly running the spot between your teeth, making Colin grunt in frustration. “Shhh, it’s okay baby. Tell me what you want.” 

“I-I,” He started. His hazy mind struggled to put his feelings into words. “Please t-touch me.” He whispered quietly under his breath, obviously embarrassed. 

“I can’t hear you, baby. You’re going to need to be a little louder.” You whispered into his ear before continuing your assault on his sensitive neck. You traced your free hand down his chest again, this time stopping and teasing his nipples. You ran your pointer finger around his sensitive bud.

“What are you-” Colin started. Feeling him harden slightly from the teasing, you added your thumb, pinching him between your fingers. You experimented with different pressures, this was a new area for both of you. You weren't sure how Colin was going to like this new feeling. “Oh god-” He mumbled under his breath, arching his neck back into your chest. 

“You like that baby?” You asked, moving down to his other nipple. You would pinch him hard, making him whimper and squirm before calming him down with a soothing hand over his hypersensitive bud. You were reading his body like brail, your fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their path. “Does that feel good?” You asked. He winced and fussed as you pinched him again. “What do you want baby? Tell me what you want.” He let out a needy whine. “Use your words baby.” 

“P-Please touch me.” He spoke, burying his face into his pillow. He loved it when you babied him like that. It was so comforting but also felt so damn humiliating. The fact that you could turn him into such a broken submissive mess before even laying a finger on his cock was so degrading. But he loved every second of it. 

“Touch you where baby?” You asked, smirking. You knew exactly what he wanted. But you were going to make him say it. 

“You know…” He started, so embarrassed that his blush started to creep down his pale chest. “My-My… cock.” He finally wept, his voice shaking. 

“You want me to touch your cock baby?” You teased, pulling slightly on his chest hair. You danced your hand along his chest, pulling the blanket down with you until his lower half was completely exposed. You bit your lip, glancing down at his erection. He was an absolute mess. His innocent stiffy was now so hard his tip nearly stuck out past the waistband of his boxers. “Are you so hard for me? Are you just dying for me to lay a finger on you?”  

“God yes.” He whimpered. You smirked, feeling his breath stagger as you slipped a finger past his elastic waistband. You looped your finger around his boxers, peeking at his angry purple tip. A thick string of precum hung from his tip to where he oozed into his boxers. You smirked, biting your lip as you let the elastic slowly slip off your finger, snapping back against his swollen manhood. “Fuck-” He cried as he leaked against his stomach.

 God, he was so unbelievably worked up. His vision felt hazy and his legs shuttered with every pounding throb of his cock. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle your teasing. He wanted to yell and scream and force your hand into his underwear, making you touch him until he came so hard he saw stars. But he was in such a wrecked state, he couldn’t even begin to formulate the words in his head, better yet say them out loud. His brain was a broken submissive mess. At this moment, his body belonged to you, and there was nothing he could do about it. “P-P-Please…” He begged, pathetically jerking his hips into nothing. 

“Okay baby,” You whispered, rubbing slow circles on his chest to soothe him. “You’ve been such a good boy for me. I think you deserve to cum.” A pitiful, broken moan ripped from his chest as you yanked down his boxers, his body trembling as his cock slapped his stomach. “What a needy boy.” You moaned softly into his ear. His breath got caught in his chest as you ran a finger from his leaking tip to his thick base. “Is this want you’ve been waiting for? Naughty boy.” 

You finally gave the poor boy a break. Wrapping your fingers tightly around his base, squeezing him firmly. He pressed his head against your chest, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging open; completely blissed out. You smile, running your free hand through his silky brown hair as you slowly began to jerk him, nice and steady. He cried and squirmed against you as you increased your speed. He was so unbelievably sensitive when you worked him up like this. 

“That’s it, baby, just like that.” You soothed, expertly flicking your wrist around his tip. He groaned as more precum leaked down his quivering manhood. “You’re leaking so much for me baby.”  

“F-Fuck,” He cried, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. He felt his brain turn to tv static as that familiar warmth began to pool between his legs. “I g-going to-.” He started, struggling to let the words slip past his lips. 

“Are you going to cum for me, baby?” You answered for him, flicking your wrist around his crying cockhead while your other hand reached down to gently cradle his swollen balls. He grunted and writhed against you with every flick of your wrist, a chorus of broken moans escaping from deep within his chest. He can feel his peak building every time your clenched fist rubs past the underside of his tip. You smile as his hips begin to jerk, his body a trembling mess in your arms. 

“Almost there baby.” You encouraged as you slip your free back behind his balls, pressing a gentle finger against his taint. He cried as the dam of heat building inside him finally broke. Every muscle in his body tightened as his orgasm wrecked his body, cum spilling from his cock in thick ropes against his stomach. He arched his head back into your chest, his addams apple bobbing as he cried through his orgasm. You stroke him through his release until the last of his cum dribbled out of his hypersensitive tip. You smirked, quickly wrapping your fingers back around his head, jerking him for a few more moments before he sobbed, trying to squirm away from your touch. 

“Too much.” He wined, the overstimulation like pins and needles across his body. “Too much, please.” You stopped, letting go of his abused cock. Letting him fall from your fingers as he began to soften. He closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling in labored breaths. 

“What a good boy for me.” You whispered calmingly, tracing shapes on his chest as he came down from his high. Even your soft fingers against his chest made him shiver, his whole body an overstimulated mess. “You came so hard for me baby.” You layed with him for a few moments, whispering soft praise into his ear. 

He wined as he felt your soothing hands leave his body and the bed shift underneath him as you stood up. He opened his blurry eyes, looking around the room till they fell on you standing by the door. 

“No, come back.” He whimpered, pulling his boxers up from around his ankles. 

“Well someone has to make breakfast, and I don’t think that’s going to be you.” You joked, leaning against the door frame. You smiled, looking down at him. His cheeks were still bright red, blush still creeping down his neck. You almost laughed at the sight of him, cum still splattered in ropes against his chest, his boxers still wet and sticky. “Why don’t you go clean yourself up, you pervert.” You joke. “Oh and Colin, you’re welcome.” You winked at him, quickly making your way to the kitchen.  

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[iluwmycats]

Gonna Hunt You Down (A Colin Zabel Story) Part.1

Colin Zabel x OC!Female

( Part 2 )

Summary: Hunter is a bit of a clumsy, scruffy, and a bit tomboyish girl in her late twenties. Her father, who was once a policeman, died at a young age after a bullet hit him in the head during an operation. After her father's death, she took the job of taking care of her family, always putting herself in the background and never giving a chance to romantic relationships. Until she sees Colin…

Warnings: Language, mentioning drug issues, red cheeks >.<

Word count: 3775 words

A/N: Hii! 👋🏼 This is my first story here. And I'm soooo excited.😭✨Like many of you, I felt betrayed too when they killed Colin Zabel in episode 5, so I wanted to write about the passionate love he wanted to experience but couldn't. In my opinion, people with opposite characters always have exciting relationships. So... I wrote an OC!Female character for him. Since this is the first chapter, it will be an introductory part. The plot will develop in the following parts. And, I need you to know that English is my second language. So don't be too harsh on me. 🙈

I hope you enjoy it! :)

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"Hey, hey! Slow down, champ. She's not a villain." said Mare as soon as she enters the room. Her best co-worker so far -Colin Zabel- was pushing the "hero" girl into the chair and landed in front of an investigate table.

"She saved a defenseless woman from an abusive, murderer wannabe ex-husband's hands. Don't you think she deserves a little respect for it, Colin?"

Colin looked with a cold breeze at Mare for a second and shook his head disapprovingly.

"We found her covered in blood with a knife, detective. We don't know yet if she is a partner in crime or not. What do you expect me to say to her? Thank you for doing our job for us? Hell no."

Then handcuffed the silent girl to her wooden chair's back like she was the real kidnapper.

"No good deed goes unpunished these days, huh?!" The girl shouted with a mocking smile when the rude detective walked out the door.

"Jeez! These oversensitive newbies..."

Mare can't help but smirked at the girl and said:

"Oh... Hunter. What am I gonna do with ya?

Hunter didn't mind while they arguing about her condition outside of the room. Cause she already knew what the annoying detective had bitching about to Mare. So… she just decided not to care and bowed her head down to her bloodstaint black converses, thinking about what she's gonna have for lunch.

Meanwhile, Colin was looking at her through the doorway with curiosity as he talked to Mare. Cause he had only been here for two weeks but saw this *crazy chick* every once a week (or twice?) for a few minor assault charges.

Like, wtf! he thought. Every meeting with her was absolutely full of drama and shit.

Colin tried to remember the last time he had seen her, and it wasn't that hard. The last time she came here (about two days ago), she broke her personal trainer's nose for touching her breasts. And before that, she had beaten a pickpocket -with her bare hands- for stealing her friend's purse. And god knows what more…

Girl, what is you're deal? He asked himself. Do you want to be a fucking hero or smt?

Jeez! Let us do our job!

A dissatisfaction about her had sprouted within him sneakingly. Cause he was annoyed by her destructive behaviors and shit talks. So he didn't want to be around her now.

"Oh... Give me a break, Zabel!" Mare scolded him in exasperation. Colin was like a whining child sometimes.

"Just go inside and start taking the girl's statement. I'll go ahead and get us a coffee. My head has been pounding since morning. I don't wanna deal with ya right now. Copy that?"

For a moment... Colin didn't want to obey her but then nodded unwillingly.

"Yes, sergeant."

When Mare went to the kitchen in the corner, Colin took a deep breath and reluctantly turned his feet into the interrogation room. He didn't knock on the door as he always did. Cause... why would he?

"You again? Are there any other detectives out there besides you?"

Colin greeted his teeth and frowned, looking annoyed by her words. Usually, he wasn't a quick-tempered person but now... He couldn't recognize himself.

"Sorry, you stuck with me!" He walked solemnly to the wooden table opposite her.

Hunter was studying Colin's nervous movements at that time with a mischievous smile. Then, finally, broke her silence and made a comment about him.

"Why am I sensing some jealousy vibes from you, detective?"

"What are you talking about?" Colin asked instantly while he organizing his papers and wasn't even looking at her.

"Well… I can easily sense when people feel things. Like jealousy, anger, hate... Whatever they feel at the moment."

Hunter couldn't take her eyes off him for a moment.

"It's weird and kind of a sixth sense shit. But... you know, it's my superpower. Since I was a little kid."

Colin turned his glances to her with a slight mocking.

"Superpower? Like... for real?"

Hunter didn't flinch and looked him right in the eye with a defiant grin on her face purposely. Like she will eat him alive for looking that way to her.

It can be said she was a girl who could not tolerate even the slightest contempt.

"Yeah. My superpower." She broke her silence finally. And continued teasingly...

"Haven't you had one?"

Colin hesitated for a minute. He wasn't expecting this. Frowning in confusion. So she is. As the atmosphere got intense, he broke eye contact first, and she kept talking casually.

"To be honest... it's nothing but a curse."

The ice floe in the middle of the room suddenly cracked.

"But you don't look you gonna believe me anyway, so-"

"Can you cut the bullshit, please?!"

And then it shattered to hundred pieces like his words were a hammer.

Well... Everyone in the station knew that -the new guy- Colin was the "good" cop, and Mare was the bad cop. But just for today... Colin wanted to act harshly and put her in her place. Cause the heroism of an ordinary citizen had somewhat damaged his police pride. And he didn't want to admit it but got jealous of her for real. Cause before they could even set off, she had already packed the man and saved the woman. So he got jealous of... her heroic action. That's why her correct guess bothered him.

Also, Colin has always been frightened by the idea of someone guessing his feelings or thoughts just by looking at him. He doesn't want her -or anybody- to read his mind, his heart... So he started questioning without looking at her.

"When did you leave Ms. Lange's house yesterday?"

Hunter got bored suddenly. She thought it would be good to have a little chit-chat with this *nervous* man, which would ease the mood, but it backfired. She thought their sense of humor could have matched more.

After thinking for a few seconds, she took a deep breath and replied calmly.

"Around 8 pm? I think. She said she wanted some alone time *quality time* with herself, and sent me home. I think she was just gonna smoke weed. I don't know. I went straight to my home."

Colin can't help but stare at her face momentarily to measure her sincerity level. He soon decided that she seemed sincere enough to believe. Well… They also learned that Ms. Lange had had some drug issues over the years. So she was definitely telling the truth right now.

"Are you... Are you Ms. Lange's employee?"

"Yes. I'm her bodyguard for over a month."

"Her bodyguard?"

"What? You don't like it?"

She was looking right into his dark brown eyes with her fearless gaze. Like she was about to start a fight. And... this dark aura wrapped around her shoulders like a black cloat. Colin felt a shiver down his spine at the moment. And a few seconds later, he became upright and put a more serious expression on his face.

“Look... This is not the issue. Alright? I asked because... I think you should've got a license or something to do this kind of serious work in the first place. I don't know… anything to prove you are her employee. Because right now, you're a suspect. And your employer was hospitalized by overdose. So no one can prove your innocence at the moment. Unless we have evidence or anything."

Colin went silent for a while and then kept talking calmly.

"Do you have anything to do with it? You know... her overdose?"

"No. I don't do drugs. I didn't give her anything." Hunter replied with a serious tone. And Colin looked into her eyes one more time. He wanted to believe her. He really did. Cause deep down, he knew it was all her ex-husband. And this girl was a saver.

The rescue technique could be more proper, though, but... He thought. It's cool.

“Anyway… At this point of our query, I recommend you to stop teasing me and realize the gravity of the situation, young lady." 

As soon as Colin had finished his sentence, Mare came in with the papers she had tucked under her arm. She closed the door with her foot and walked directly to the table with two cups of coffee in her hands.

"Alright, folks! Mare is in the town."

She gave one of her coffees to Colin. And he took the cup with a soft smile on his face.

"Thanks, Mare."

He sure likes coffee. Hunter thought at the moment.

What else do you like, detective?

I wanna know.

"So... what are we got?"

Mare took a quick sip of her coffee and sat beside Colin.

"Did you two get along a little when I'm outside?"

Colin ignored her mischievous smile and showed her the notes that he had taken so far.

"Here.."

Mare read his notes in silence, but nothing was in there that she didn't know.

"Alright. So Colin... I understand your concern, but I must tell you that... she's not guilty."

Colin looked doubtful as his eyes met Mare's.

"We don't know about that."

"You don't. But I know. We should be questioning the ex-husband instead. And maybe you haven't realized yet, but... this town is smaller than you think. People here know each other very well. And I know her too..."

Colin got confused.

"What do you mean by you know her?"

Mare looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Well... I didn't tell you before, but... I suggested her to Ms. Lange in the first place. To protect her... Cause I was aware that she needed some protection from her obsessed ex-husband, and Hunter was looking for a job. So... Yeah. I guess I'm the architect of this case."

"Great job, Mare! Well done."

Colin couldn't believe that Mare knew everything but gave him none. She was always like that. She always kept the information to herself, but this…

"Did you know the ex-husband is hospitalized too? No? Well, thanks to your bodyguard wannabe. Now we got no one to take query."

Colin turned his eyes to Hunter accusingly when he said that. Surprisingly, Hunter didn't give a shit at all.

So... the real criminal was punished before justice, huh? He thought. Unbelievable.

"What are we gonna do now?"

Mare didn't think twice.

"We'll release her, of course. My statement is enough to prove her innocence."

Mare took the papers she had brought and calmly started talking about what was written on them.

“They searched Ms. Lange's garage and found fingerprints on the syringe that matched the ex-husband’s. He obviously caused her current condition. And thanks to Hunter… She was there just in time."

Neither Colin nor Hunter said anything. They kept listening to Mare in silence.

"I know... she's not one of us, but she clearly knew what to do, Colin. So... Hunter, could you tell the story to Colin from the start? As you told me…." Mare asked the handcuffed girl, who had been quiet for a while.

"Sure, Mare."

Hunter was really tired of all this. Why didn't Mare tell him the whole story in the first place? She thought. God... This is so annoying.

"Well... As I said before, I was headed to my fucking home after finishing my work there. Normally I wasn't till 12 pm, but... She just brushed me off, saying 'Leave me alone.' So I did. And then, I got a call from her at 4 am. I picked up the phone but couldn't hear anything but rustling sounds. She was crying nonstop on the phone and begging, yelling... to someone. Obviously, there was a problem. So… I decided to... go to her… house."

Hunter wrinkled her nose during her last sentence and took a moment to sneeze. But nothing happened. Her nose was itchy, and her goddamn hands were cuffed to the back of her chair.

There's nothing more ridiculous than handcuffing the person who saves the day. She thought at that moment.

Meanwhile, Colin was watching her as she struggled with herself there. And frankly, that was funny. And cute…

"Hold on a second..."

Colin stood up and took a few steps behind Hunter. There was no point in keeping her handcuffed any longer. So he untied her hands.

"Finally!" Hunter said gladly and scratched her nose immediately.

“God! I love my freedom.”

Colin chuckled when she said that. Somehow, she sounded unpredictable. And he liked it, to be honest.

“I remember the last time they handcuffed me… That was brutal as fuck! My panties literally got stuck in my butt, and it fucking hurt.”

As soon as Colin heard that, his cheeks turned bright red and began to burn like hell. He had never met a woman who spoke her words so unfiltered. And now... He could have died of shame instead of her. Like... for real.

And Hunter was highly aware of how embarrassed he was, but she continued anyway with a jolly smile.

“…And thanks to Mare(!), she did not untie me until one and a half hours passed. Jeez! I was gonna pass out. It was a total nightMARE. Like… can you believ-”

“Oh shut the fuck up, would ya!”

Mare couldn’t stand it anymore and cut her words with anger.

“You know damn well you deserved that punishment. You fucking skank! You hit my parked car from behind and smashed its rear window completely! I don’t understand how you did this, but I'm still mad at you.”

Colin’s mouth fell open. He had never seen Mare get so angry with someone before. She was always pretty stable about hiding her emotions but now…

God! Catfight is the best. Colin thought. He was watching them with personal enthusiasm.

“How many times do I have to tell you? It was an accident, you cunt! I paid for it down to the last penny. Remember?”

“Yes! I also remember the days when I came to the station with a broken window in the middle of the winter.”

"Oh... I’m really sorry, Mare. Truly… Sincerely… With all my heart….” Hunter said, sneering sweetly.

She was clearly making fun of her. But while doing it, somehow, she looked like a child with that cute smile. And Mare couldn’t resist any longer. So is Colin…

Wow... That smile was magical. Colin thought.

“Anyway… Stop talking nonsense. And keep telling the story. How did you rescue Ms. Lange?”

Hunter eventually stopped teasing them and continued to tell the story while rubbing her wrists. Colin was already seated next to Mare. And when she spoke, he started to look at her with curious eyes behind the table again.

“Well… I took my dad’s truck and went to her house. There was no light in the windows for as long as I can remember. It seemed like nobody came and nothing happened but… There was an odd situation. Cause Ms. Lange has always kept her night light on in her bedroom. And it was off.”

As Hunter continued to explain, Colin couldn’t help but get excited. Her calmness was quite terrifying. But somehow, Colin liked it.

“I got in the house easily because I had the spare keys. Since I’m her bodyguard….”

Colin averted his eyes. Cause the slight sarcasm in her voice made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

“I searched all the rooms quickly but couldn’t find Ms.Lange anywhere. So I went down to the garage floor. Thankfully, I brought my gun with me.”

Colin got shocked by her last sentence.

“You have a gun?”

“Of course she has, Colin! Everyone in this town has a gun.” Mare intervened. And Hunter smiled at Colin for the first time. It was delightful to watch how she gradually dispelled the image of the ordinary woman in his head.

“Yeah… Mare is right. Since my old man is no longer home, I carry my gun with me.”

She smiled again. And unexpectedly, Colin’s heart skipped a beat.

How can a woman be pretty and charismatic at the same time? He asked himself. It’s really interesting.

“Anyway… I took my gun. Slowly opened the garage door. And he was there. Ms. Lange had fainted, and he was standing over her with a syringe in his hand. He didn't notice me because his back was looking at me. I aimed my gun at him and started walking toward him quietly. When I got to him, I hit him in the head with the butt of my gun. There was no conflict between us in this part. The guy passed out quickly. And I called the police."

Colin was still staring at her with interest. Like he wanted her to keep telling the story.

“Is that all?”

“Oh, you know that’s not all.” Mare said with a cocky smile. Cause they had seen the state of the man when he was being transported to the ambulance. He was totally pounded like a blown punching bag.

Hunter smiled again. “Well…”

This time she had a little shyness in her voice.

“Yes, I had a gun. But I didn’t even shoot him. I just hit him, and he passed out. But a few minutes later, he sobered up and attacked me while I was tryna wake Ms. Lange up. Luckily the idiot didn’t bring any weapon with him, and I would never respond to an unarmed person with a gun. So I got that old prick just with my fists. I can say that... I used a bit of disproportionate force, though.”

Colin was highly impressed. But Mare didn’t look impressed that much. Cause she was the same. Actually, she’s so empathetic and overprotective -and sometimes gives her advice like her mother- towards her because Mare was just like her once. And even though she is regularly annoyed by her, Mare’s heart always has a soft spot for Hunter.

“Okay… Then what were you doing with a knife when they found you, girly?”

“Cutting the onions, obviously.” Hunter responded with a mocking face. And Colin can’t help but chuckle over this till his eyes meet Mare’s death stares.

“Come on, Mare! You knew what I was doing exactly. I was just cutting the ties for Ms. Lange.” Hunter explained.

“…Although your co-partner misunderstood me. But that’s okay. Everyone thought so.” Hunter finished her sentence while looking at the handsome detective like she forgave him for doing that. Because little did she know, whoever saw her like that -covered with blood with a knife- would have thought she had committed the crime.

“I think we’re done here.”

Mare finished her coffee and started to collect her papers restfully.

“But… I got one last question for you.”

“Oh... I’m dying to answer, detective.” Hunter said with an unexcited tone.

“Bring it on!”

Mare normally couldn’t stand her this long, but she asked anyway.

“Why do you think he did such a thing to his ex-wife? Do you have any idea?”

Hunter started to snap her fingers gently while thinking for a moment. Her eyes were studying the billboard on the wall.

“I don’t really know. But I overheard one of the phone calls that Ms. Lange’s had recently. She told her friend that... she was afraid she might lose her home. Maybe that’s the reason. Maybe the ex-prick wanted the house and, due to that reason, planned to assassinate her. That way, no one would suspect him. Everyone would think she committed suicide. I don’t know. You should talk to her. If she... able to wake up.”

Mare didn’t say anything for a while. Just thought in silence… And then said, “Thank you for your cooperation.” she got up from the table.

“…And for doing our job.” Added with a grateful smile on her face.

At that moment, Colin choked in his cough, thinking he might be missing something. But he heard it right. Mare literally had just thanked her for doing their job.

Oh my god! Colin thought. He wasn't really expecting to hear that.

"Alright, folks... I'm outta here!"

Mare walked to the door and smiled at them over her shoulder before exiting.

"You two... Get along well!"

As soon as she left the room, they were alone again.

Before the weight of silence fell on their shoulders, Colin sighed loudly and started to talk casually.

"Well... It looks like the case is almost solved, huh?"

He just wanted to provide some comfortable mood for them (apparently for himself). Cause he was not one of those people who love silence.

"We're going to the hospital tomorrow to see Ms. Lange. So..."

He felt a little weak when his eyes met hers. Cause until five minutes ago, she was just casually talking about her memory of handcuffs and panties without any fear of being disgraced. And... blushed him to death, purposely.

OH GOD! She was so unpredictable and caught me off-guard.

Colin's blood rushed into his cheeks when he re-act that scene in his mind. He really wondered how he could be so moved by a silly memory.

Maybe because she has a BOLD personality. He thought.

As Colin's awkward silence continued, Hunter's interest in the conversation waned. He noticed it immediately and snapped out of his thoughts. But the rosiness in his cheeks was still there.

"Anyway… I think you should come with us too. Ms. Lange would be happy to see you when she wakes up. Since you were the one who saved her… Maybe you can help us get her statement."

Hunter playfully smiled at Colin's admiring point. She was glad that he had finally overcome his jealousy.

"I don't know about Ms. Lange, but... According to research and my personal experience, most abused women stay silent because they are afraid. So you should at least be there to encourage her to sue her ex-husband. And let the bastard suffer under the law this time."

Hunter was touched by Colin's words and his sensitivity to abused women. He made a good point there. Indeed, women who were abused did not complain easily. But she didn't quite understand what he meant by personal experience.

Did he mean his mother? Or... She thought but couldn't be sure.

"So… What do you say?"

Colin's curious gaze, full of anticipation, never left her. And Hunter didn't feel like saying 'no' to him after so much persistence and agreement.

"Tomorrow, at 11 am, right?"

Colin nodded in agreement.

"Uh... If you give us your home address, we can pick you up on the way."

"I'm not giving you my home address, Detective." She gave him a daring, flirtatious smile, and Colin felt a weakness in his kneecaps. It took him a while to speak again.

"W-Well... Then be here half an hour ago. We'll go together from here. Is that okay with you?"

She looked amused at the Detective's faltering form in front of her.

"This works for me. Thanks."

Hunter had embarrassed many men before, but never like this. He was something else. She realized that Colin's shyness had its own charm. And frankly, it excited her for the first time in a long time.

"Alright then... I'm going now."

She stood up and walked to the door, giving him a scout salute with a sweet smile before leaving the room.

"See you tomorrow."

When she left the room, Colin exhaled a deep breath and started to think about her. He'd been attracted to many women at first sight, but never like this.

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Mixed Signals - Colin Zabel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mare of Easttown fic updates

Mare/Colin fans, you’re in luck. If you feel like MareZabel, goldenrose13 and a few other writers have been holding the fandom together with fics, you’re correct.

Now I have finally returned to update my fics. If you liked them a year ago... maybe you’ll like them now.

Updates:

Making It Work: One-shot compilation of an AU where Colin lives and they work together at the Easttown Police Department; 2/? chapters.

I'm Showing You All My Cards: AU rewrite of series erasing Richard, allowing them to become closer faster; 3/? chapters.

New:

Avoid Me Not: One-shot AU where Colin survives, Mare avoids him and then it all comes to a head when she asks him to babysit Drew on a whim.

And there will be more to come :) 

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[starlettescarlet]

i hate that %80 of evan characters’ fanfics are about tate….. like he was the moment back at his time but right in front of my kai anderson? james patrick march? colin zabel???? 😭

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