#Chilton x Reader

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Fling 

Frederick Chilton x FEM! Reader

Warning(s): This ENTIRE chapter is just smut. Literally nothing else.

As you were going around the hospital handing out your patients mail, you noticed your boss start walking your way with his cane. You sighed and proceeded doing your work as if you didn’t see him coming towards you. While trying to deliver one of your final patients mail, he had caught up to you.

“Seems like you have no work to do now since you just finished delivering mail,” Frederick said sounding snarky as per usual. 

“No actually I have to-,”

“Please, fill out these files. They need completed by tomorrow,” He interrupted giving you a smirk. 

You took the files and set them down on the cart that you had been delivering the mail on. “Thanks. They’ll be done as soon as possible, doctor.”  You gave him back a smirk and walked back to the closest possible table you could to start. When you sat down and opened the file, you noticed a blue sticky note that he stuck to the inside of the file that read,”MY PLACE TONIGHT @8:00.” You felt your cheeks get rosy as you scoped around your area to make sure nobody was around. 

…

You showed up at his door wearing a short satin red dress, black ankle strap heels, and your hair pulled up into a tight ponytail. You knocked on his door and it was like he had been waiting by the door when he answered within a second.  When he opened the door, you smiled at him as he took your hand and lead you inside. he brought you to his couch and you both sat down beside each other. 

“This will be the last time we do this,” You say taking your red Dior lipstick out of your black Kate Spade purse. “I just don’t want people getting suspicious of us. It would be unprofessional for a nurse to be having a fling with their boss.” You bite your lip and adjusted your dress. “Could you please grab me a glass of French Rosẻ?” 

He got up off the couch and went down to his wine cellar. A few minutes later he came back up with the bottle and two glasses. He opened the bottles and sat one glass down, pouring the drink in the other cup. 

“You know you’ve said this before, right,” He said handing you a full glass as he pours himself the other. 

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve been through this before. You say it’s the last time but yet you still keep coming back! It’s like you can’t stand to be without me,” He huffed. “I know that you need me.” He sat back down on the couch next to you and put a hand on your upper thigh. “It’s always ‘the last time’ until we fuck.”

You sigh and lean forward to him, “ It’s just that I can’t get enough of you. Please, just fuck me already.” 

He pulled you onto his lap and you could feel his erection against your thigh. It started as a paced PG-13 makeout scene. He kept his arms around your waist and you kept your hands cupping his face. 

“Lift your arms up,” He demanded. You lifted your arms as he pulled the dress off of you and tossed it on the floor, revealing your black laced bra along with a matching thong. He began to remove his shirt when you got up from sitting on his lap. “Where are you going? Did I do something wrong? You can tell me when to stop whenever,” He said sounding sorry.

“What? No i’m fine,” you said getting on your knees infant of him. “Undo your pants,” you demanded. 

He started to pull down his pants when you started to pull them down to his ankles. He was still sitting on the couch so you got on top of him again, continuing to make out with him. You felt him unclasp your bra and let it slip off of you; The cold air touching your breasts. With one hand, you started running your fingers through his hair and with the other, you slipped your hand under his boxers. He kept both his hands on your back as he kissed you. You broke free from the kiss and set your head down on his shoulder. With the hand underneath his boxers, you started to caress his dick. You heard him give a soft moan into your ear so you started stroking it faster. The faster you went, the more you felt him tense up. He was biting his lip when you felt his cock twitch. Soon after, you felt his cum on your hand. You raised your head from his shoulder and licked his warm jazz off of your hand. He felt you start to slowly lift yourself off of him just a little. 

“Please just put it inside of me,” you begged him.

He aligned himself to your hole and you lowered yourself onto him; His cock now being inside of you. He put his head on your shoulder and started nibbling at your neck. You started rolling your hips before riding him. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” He breathed. With both of his hands, he cupped your breasts and fiddled with your hardened stubs. The position you were in had his cock  nearly hitting your spot, causing you to arch your back and making a louder moan sip out of your mouth. It just made his dick go into a deeper part of you. But fuck, it felt good. He ended up taking control; Thrusting in and out of your pussy. 

“Oh god! Right there! Fuck it feels so good,” you whined. Once he finished kissing all parts of your neck, he moved his head back up to yours, kissing you once again. He tasted of the rosẻ and smelt of rich cologne. With each thrust, you could feel the air breeze past your hot and now sweating bodies. You felt a twitch inside of you and soon enough when he pulled out, you could feel his cum start to drizzle out of you. But you hadn’t finished yet. You got off of him thinking that would be it for the evening but Frederick had other plans. 

“Lay down on the couch and put your hands behind you head,” he demanded. You did as he said and he climbed onto of you, pinning your hands up with just one of his. “God you look so hot beneath me,” he said trying to catch his breath from pumping before. 

“What are you going to do with me babe,” you asked before biting your lip. He didn’t reply; he just stuck two fingers inside of you. At first, you didn’t really feel him finger fucking you until he hooked his fingers and started to stimulate your g-spot. The more he did it, he went faster causing you to lift a little. When you did that, he used the hand that was holding your arms down to keep your back from arching up. “Fuck Fred I love when you put your fingers inside of me. With each hook that he did, you moaned; each time getting progressively louder. Then it happened. Everything around you felt like it was gone. Your back arched and it felt like an out of body experience. But fuck did it feel amazing. The best orgasm that you have ever felt before. You felt him take his fingers out and lick your liquids off of his fingers before helping you off of his couch. 

Frederick handed you your dress, “and for the record, this can be more than just a fling.” 

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Don't Blame Me (Smut)

Summary: if there's one thing that makes Hannibal Lecter lose control, is rudeness.

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x reader, past Alana Bloom x reader (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut!

English is not my first language, if you see any mistake, let me know! It came out a little different than the ask cause I just don't see Hannibal losing his shit like that hahahahah I hope you like it anyway, anon!

Word Count: 2277

It's common knowledge that one must never miss a Lecter soiree. 

Always one of the most expected events of the year, I was lucky and even grateful to be invited. I've known Hannibal since the years on Hopkins, he'd always been Alana's interesting acquaintance, one I never thought I'd catch the attention of. 

Turns out we have more interests in common than I originally thought. He's a skilled artist, so am I. We both enjoy opera, and love to play instruments, mine being mostly flute and oboe. I could still hear the angelic sound of the harpsichord being played half an hour earlier. Impressive how his fingers glided through the keys, how effortlessly he recorded complex tunes to entertain his guests.

"I missed the days that sparkle in your eyes were directed to me" Alana's jest ringed in my ears, making me jump a little. She chuckled. "Look at you all jumpy. Relax, Y/n. He didn't catch you staring."

"Shut up, Lana" I shoved her playfully, sipping the red wine. "Do not get me started on Will Graham and those puppy eyes. He's staring right now, you know. You should give the poor man a chance."

"Okay, I got it. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore."

"There is no affair." I wish there was, I thought to myself, taking another sip of the wine while I eyed Hannibal from afar, talking to an older woman dressed like a peacock. "I…"

"I noticed your glass is nearly empty, so I fetched you another one" a familiar voice came from behind me, and the glass was abruptly removed from my hand and replaced with a fuller one. I contained my desire to roll my eyes once I saw who the intruder was.

"Frederick. Were you also invited or just crashed the party to feast on good things for once?" I teased, narrowing my eyes while looking at the director of the general administrator for Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. 

"My dear Y/n, I wouldn't dream of it. Of course I was invited. Moreover, I would avoid all this meat if I were you. You never know the provenance, if you know what I mean." He lowered his voice, coming closer and almost whispering in my ear. I could not help to actually roll my eyes this time, turning to face him. "I am, after all, restrained to low protein meat, that is."

"You still believe that silly theory that Hannibal is the Chesapeake Ripper? Please, Chilton. I never deemed you to be clever, but this is plain stupidity." I allowed the alcohol to make me more straightforward, chuckling on my words.

"Sticks and stones, little Y/n. Sticks and stones." Chilton teased, stepping away and going to bother someone else with his presence.

"For god's sake, the man is a burden" I whispered to Alana, who cracked at the comment.

"He has always been like this, you know that. I don't fathom why you always allow him to get under your skin."

"I've known Frederick for longer than you, Lana. Believe me, if you give that man a hand, he will most certainly grab your arm, shoulder and everything else you have to offer. Now, if you excuse me, I shall mingle a little bit more before the dinner actually begins. His interaction gave me a sour taste on my tongue."

I clicked my glass to Alana's, walking around the room and chatting to some people. Uninteresting conversations filled my ears and fake smiles made my lips start to tire out, but as soon as Hannibal's chocolate eyes were on me, I felt my entire demeanour change. 

An idea occurred to me as I walked straight to the balcony, hoping he would join me. The night breeze engulfed me and I realized how trapped I was feeling inside that house, with those judgy stares and meaningless conversations. My wine glass remained untouched as I placed it on the strong wood porch, contemplating the cloudless sky.

"Tired of the good old socialization already?" I grunted when I realized that was not the voice I longed to hear, turning back to face Frederick.

"Careful, Chilton. One might say you are stalking me. As far as I remember, that's still a crime." I crossed my arms to show how much I unappreciated his presence, stepping away until my back was against the balcony.

"Come now, what have I done to deserve so much animosity? We used to be colleagues, friends if I dare to be so bold."

"An old dog with difficulty dropping the dry bone he was once given. Are you really that starved, Frederick? That's pitiful." I was aware of how indelicate I was getting, but he was starting to bother me immensely. "If there's one thing you are not, it's bold. Arrogant and extremely annoying, yes. Can't stand to hear a loud no? That checks, too. One must always let go of the past if we wish to evolve. God knows I have."

He dismissed everything I said with a slight wave of his hand, getting closer. I could smell the faint scent of whiskey, imagining that, after the loss of some of his organs, he probably would get drunk much easier. He tried to reach me with his free hand, but awkwardly dropped my glass, causing it to crash a few meters down. 

We were alone and a little far from the other guests. The balcony's door was closed shut. I felt my hands start to tremble a bit, and realized I had to get out of there before things could get out of hand.

"Seriously, Frederick?" I snarled, rolling my eyes. "Playtime is over. Let me through, I'm getting out of here."

"Y/n, I…" he held my wrist with considerable strength, making me gasp. I tried to pull away but he was strong, and before I could snap and finally throw the punch he deserved, a low, deep voice echoed.

"I believe you heard the lady clearly, Dr. Chilton." There was a different gleam in Hannibal's eyes, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Frederick turned paler, letting go of my wrist with haste. "I think you should go. You've had too much wine, I see."

He hesitated, but agreed with a nod, leaving the balcony without looking back. Hannibal stared at him through his shoulder darkly and I released the breath I was holding, my knees would have given out if Hannibal had not held me discreetly, supporting my weight with an arm around my waist.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He inquired, one hand lifting my face so I could look at him. I was so embarrassed. "Do you need a place to rest?"

"Not at all, Hannibal. Do not worry about me, it was just a fright and the wine. I cannot steal the host of his guests."

"Nonsense. Come, I will take you to the guest bedroom. We can enter through the kitchen, so no one will see your state. Please" he pointed to the other door, showing that there was no space to argue, and I just surrendered, allowing him to guide me through the vast kitchen filled with employees working to the elegant guest bedroom, shutting the door behind us. 

I sat on the comfortable mattress, appreciating the shades of cream and white, and the beautiful vintage-like furniture that seemed to complement the place perfectly. I realized then that Hannibal had fallen silent, and I stared at him with worry. He had turned his back to me, leaning on the dresser, breathing a little heavier.

"Hannibal?" I called, getting up and walking towards him, reaching out with my hand on his shoulder. His face was impassive, but he had that same look in his eyes again, something ancient and darker that wides his pupils and pierces his lips tightly.  I allow myself to reach deeper, caressing his strong arm and feeling the muscles tense under his suit. "What is it?"

"He dared to touch you like that" he pointed in a cold tone. "Like you are someone else's property."

My eyes softened as I felt some butterflies in my stomach, and I took the liberty to grab his chin, kissing his cheek tenderly in appreciation.

"Forget about Frederick, he is immature and arrogant. I will call him tomorrow to address this matter."

He still had that predatorial look in his eyes that gave me shivers, though not the way it should. Something in being that much protected by him made me feel dear and precious like an exotic pearl. 

He would not give in, and I felt bold enough to once more kiss his handsome face, this time on his jawline, near his left ear. That caught his attention, and he towered over me, cradling my face with his enormous hands, making my eyes tremble with the feeling of electricity that flowed through my veins. With no hesitation, his lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into his mouth, the hunger for him making my loins combust. 

"I have wanted this for so long…" I murmured against his neck, his fancy perfume invading my nostrils. He smelled so good. 

"As did I, Y/n. You have been in my thoughts a great deal lately" he confessed, making me blush. Impostor syndrome trying to kick in, I avoid the self-degrading thoughts as I delight in his open mouthed kisses in my skin, gasping in pleasure when he lightly bites my shoulder, enjoying it more than I ever thought I would.

"Your guests…" I tried to be reasonable, a dirty smile playing on my lips.

"The dinner will take a little while longer, I'm afraid" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on the lobe with a mischievous deep chuckle. He lifted my dress to my waist, since we didn't really have that much time to spare, and I got rid of my panties, almost tripping on them with my heels and the rush. 

His hand went to my core, testing how wet I was, and he smiled with how soaked I felt. A loud moan echoed through the room and he removed his hand at once, lifting one finger at me as he would chastise a child. I frowned with frustration, lifting my chin to face him.

"We are not supposed to be too loud, Y/n. You do not want the guests to hear us, do you? Imagine the scandal" that made me laugh with pure bliss, nodding in agreement. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

Oh, fuck. Is this really happening?

"Yes. Yes, I will" I agreed in haste, and he effortlessly lifted me up, sitting me on the dresser and starting to unzip his pants. I tried to control my breathing and anticipation, pleasuring myself with the vision of his hard cock, precum glistening at the tip. He massaged it with his hand for a few seconds before he towered over me, holding my hips in place while he entered me so painfully slowly I nearly sobbed.

To avoid the loud moans, I bit my left fist, suppressing the sounds as my insides clenched to accommodate him. A joyful smile illustrated his lips, his hair falling over his eyes due to the sweat, and he looked like a Greek statue. I could not avoid the mesmerized stare, melting in admiration, as he leaned to cover my lips with his own one more time, his tongue exploring my mouth like he was famished. Still slowly, he started to move his hips, almost both torturing and indulging me at the same time. I entangled my legs around him, pulling him closer to the point one could swear we were one. He moaned my name, followed by an almost savage growl that sent vibrations through my entire body and, for a while, I regretted how little time we had. He seemed to sense that, rushing his movements until the dresser started to hit the wall and, for a moment, I was certain everyone outside could hear us. 

So much for discretion, I thought, grabbing his broad shoulders while he inserted himself deeper and deeper inside of me. His thumb began to stimulate my clit and, sensing I would begin to cry out at any moment, Hannibal silenced me with his lips, allowing me to moan against his mouth as I felt the tension start to build up in my lower abdomen.

I felt him pull out his cock, replacing it with his skilled fingers, finishing on my thighs. I followed him right after, covering my mouth until my moans were unsteady breaths. 

I hadn't even realized Hannibal had left until he came back from the suite with a hot towel, starting to clean me up. I thanked him with a sweet kiss, doing my best to fix his clothes and hair. We both knew it wouldn't do any good, but he enjoyed my caresses and how I took care of him as well. He took one of my hands — the one Chilton grabbed like a brute earlier — and kissed my wrist, right where small purple bruises began to form. 

"We should go back. Who is going to serve dinner? We're being unforgivably selfish" I taunted, chuckling lightly.

"Perhaps you should be my dinner, then" he jested, and I openly laughed, shoving him playfully.

"Later. If you'll have me, that is." I lifted my eyebrows with expectation, staring at his brown irises.

"It would be my pleasure, Y/n" with a last kiss, he went to the bathroom suite to fix his appearance, leaving me with a silly smile and a warm feeling in my chest.

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notes: I revive myself with a Frederick fic. I've been itching to put out. Might be ooc blame it on the drugs. I'm messing around with my writing style, so pardon any inconsistencies <3

This work is part of a series of mine based on the "Being Alive" song in the musical company. The 2006 one specifically with Raúl Esparza!!

tags: post s2, ansgt, frederick cries, cuddles, not in an official relationship, but they act like they are. Gn reader no pronouns or gender mentioned.

synopsis: You haven't been able to see Frederick for weeks—not after Miriam Las pointed the finger to him being the Chesapeake Riper. Which was bull. When the tension died down, you finally managed to slip past and pay the shrink and visit.

Ao3 link // 1,846 words

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The last few weeks have been the most boring moments of your life, being drowned in paperwork and not having your lovely shrink friend to pick on and bother.

When you finally managed to get caught up on your paperwork, you took the rest of the day off, claiming you were feeling under the weather.

You were actually picking up some things for Frederick, an expensive box of chocolate truffles, a few books filled with boring psychology studies, and a change of clothes. You remember the last time he was in the hospital, he whined constantly about how the gown ichtes his skin.

When you walked into the hospital, it was quiet, not another soul to be seen aside from the staff. Which was great since you won't have to worry about anyone snitching on you.

You approach the desk, setting your bags on the floor to let your arms relax.

"Hi, I'm here to see Frederick Chilton. I'm a friend of his." You tell the receptionist who eyes you up in down before typing away at their keyboard.

"Sorry, but he's not accepting any visitors."

This makes you frown. How badly did the feds interrogate him to make him close off his visitation.

"Can you just call and tell him that (Y/N) is here? He'll want to see me." You lean against your fist, giving them a pleading look.

They relent, dialing the number to Fredericks room. A few momments later and exchanging a few words, they hang up the phone.

"Well, you're all set. He's in room 3V, all the way down the hall and make two rights he'll be on the left."

You smile, grabbing your bags and leaving with a thank you

You knock on the door thrice, opening it once you hear a muffled 'come in'.

Frederick lays on his side, facing sway from the door and clutching a pillow to his chest.

You shut the door with a soft click, setting the bags on the most uncomfortable looking chairs you've seen before walking over to the side of his bed.

"Hey Freds." You say softly, crouching down to his level so he wouldn't have to move. You lean against the bed with your hands folded.

He looks like shit, but better than you'd thought he'd be, giving you a slight relief. You know the injuries could've turned out much worse.

His hair is grown out, more than he'd usually allow himself. You brush the hair back and out of his face.

Frederick sighs at your familiar and comfortable touch. "What are you doing here? I figured Jack forbade you from visiting."

You chuckle, gently dragging your nails across his scalp, "Oh he did. Even had someone tail me for the first few weeks to make sure I didn't see you. Then he proceeded to drown me in paperwork as if that'd stop me." Jack always did underestimate your determination.

Frederick smirks, proud at your defiance. "Then I assume Hannibal didn't manage to manipulate you into thinking I'm the riper, hm?"

"Obviously. How the hell would someone on a low meat and sodium diet be cannibal. Plus, you're already crippled—" Frederick face twitches when you called him crippled. "—with the cane. It just doesn't make sense." You huff, no one in the FBI has critical thinking skills anymore.

Frederick sighs in relief. He knew you were smart, but with how much of a master manipulator Hannibal is, he was worried he'd get you to turn on him, too.

"Good…" He trails off, eyes drifting to the bags. His face lits up seeing a very familiar chocolate company logo, Lindt Lindor.

His eyes snap back up to you, "Give me those truffles." He demands.

You chuckle, "Nuh uh, I got to make sure with your doctor that you can eat them. How about we get you changed instead?" You pat Fredericks good cheek, enjoying how cute he looks when he pouts. Stepping away, you go to grab the clothing.

"You have some audacity to tempt me. I swear once I'm recovered, I'm going to skin you alive."

"We both know you wouldn't cause you wouldn't have anyone else to get you your limited edition truffles."

You take the clothing out of the bag. It was a pair of silk PJs, the only kinds he'd wear, a few pairs of boxers and socks.

You place the clothes on the edge of the hospital bed, "I know how much you hate hospital gowns, so I got you stuff to change into. I can help you change into these, or can you do it yourself."

"I'm a grown man. I change myself. I'll call you back once I'm done, now shoo." He waves you off, using the nearby remote to move the bed into a sitting position. He painfully groans when he pushes himself off the bed, even though he is only shot in the face, the pain manged to spread, reaching his entire body.

He doesn't change until you step outside. He moves his legs to hang over the side of the bed, shimming the hospital issued gown and boxers off.

He grabs the pair of boxers, slipping them off before doing the same with the socks. He doesn't trust himself to try to stand on his own since he was bedridden for the last week.

He tugged the pants on, enjoying the way the silk felt against his skin. He ties the strings into a nice bow before grabbing the shirt.

He slips it on, minding the wires attached to his arm. He looks down to button it. He sees the scar on his abdomen. He lets out a shakey breath when his fingers graze over it. The memories of that night come rushing back like a tidial wave.

He quickly pushes the thoughts from his mind and finshes buttoning that shirt. He folds his old clothing and leaves it neatly placed at the edge of the bed.

"You can come in now."

When you enter, you aren't alone. His assigned doctor and her protogee follow in suit. he glances at the clock - 12:00 P.M. - the time for his midday check-up.

"Dr. Prescott, Dr. Harring. Hello." He gives them a tight-lipped smile. He wasn't in the mood for seeing anyone other than you at the moment.

"Mr. Chilton, we're just here for your routine checkup. Since you seem to have company, we'll make sure to be quick. Now, Dr. Harring." She pushes the younger doctor forward, letting him take the lead on the check-up as she rights down notes.

It was quick, simple, and uncomfortable. Whenever Dr. Harring touches his face he cringes in pain, and slight disgust at his oily hands.

After a bit, the doctor finally pulls away from him, "Looks like everything is good! You're recovering quite well, Mr. Chilton. You'll be outta here in no time!"

Frederick fakes a smile. He knows he's stuck here. He won't be let out until the trial or until the charges are dropped.

Dr. Prescott ushers the other out of the room, and before she leaves, she looks back at Frederick, "And yes, you can eat those truffles but only 3. I don't want to risk it getting stuck in there." She says before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Frederick gives you a knowing look when he glances between the back and you. You head over to the bag, digging through to find his favorites. Dark Chocolate Raspberry. He loves these concerning amount, even has a jar filled with them in his office. No one is allowed to touch, not even you.

He takes (snatches) them out of your hand, moaning in delight as he pops one in his mouth, enjoying the flavor on his tongue.

His thoughts begin to drift off as he thinks about his situation. He doesn't know what he's going to do with himself. Prison will be hell on earth for him, especially since he's crippled.

His reputation itself will be destroyed. He'd lose all his assets, his so-called friends, and whatever family he has left that actually still cares about him. By the time he gets out, he will have nothing. He won't have you.

The one person who sticks around him not just for his money or to raise their status. You're someone who actually likes him, sticking with him even with his asshole snob behavior that would have most people leaving without a second thought.

You actually listened to him, talked to him, and respected him. Even when he tried to push you away, you always came back. He doesn't want to lose you.

You notice Frederick drifting off, getting lost in his thoughts. His eyes downcasted with a far-off look. Bringing your hand to his chin, you lift his head back

"Hey… Are you okay?" You rub your finger on the underside of his chin, trying to get him to focus on you.

He owlishly blinks at you, coming back to reality he pulls away from your hand, leaning back against the bed.

"I'm fine." He huffs, popping another chocolate in his mouth.

You squint at him. You've known him for long enough to tell when he's lying.

"No, you're not. Scoot over." You slip your shoes off before slipping under the covers next to him.

You reach over, grabbing the bed remote to make the bed lay flat.

"What are you doing." He questions, scooting over reluctantly.

"We are going to cuddle and talk about our feelings. You know I hate when you hide things that bother you." You wrap your arms around him, pulling him to lay comfortably on your chest as you run your hands through his hair.

He huffs against you but doesn't say anything. Silently enjoying the way your hands feel, melting into your touch.

"I'm serious, Frederick. Tell me what's wrong."

This makes Frederick sigh. He doesn't ever like talking about his issues.

"If I get convicted, I'm done for. I lose everything I have." I'll lose you, he wants to say, but those words die in his throat. He buries his face into your shirt and sucks in a breath. He can feel tears stinging his one good eye. He hated crying.

"Not everything. I'm still here. I will always be here." You reassure him, and his body shakes as he begins to sob.

You rub his back, trying to soothe him, "C'mere baby." Pulling him up more, you take his scared face into your hand, wiping his tears away.

"I'll stick with you through everything. I'll get you a lawyer and a P.I., I'm not going to let them convict you." It's a promise that you're willing to take to the grave.

He doesn't respond and just cries harder. You rest his head into the crook of your neck, pressing soothing kisses to his temple as he cries himself to sleep.

You press a kiss to his temple, none of this was fair and you were going to be damn sure he gets the justice he deserves.

[somewosoloverrr]

hey! saw your post about requesting rory! :)

can u do a chilton rory x f!reader?

bunch of fluff in the beginning, rory and r just cuddling (r is smaller by like 5-6 inches) w forehead kisses and all bc yes

then during that time Emily and Richard come by unexpectedly for whatever reason and see them together. they don't approve of it and blah blah blah crying and drama and angst bc yes

it's up to you if you make them all good in the end I don't mind (I feel like they wouldn't b like this or would maybe warm up to the idea? I'm not so sure but I feel like Richard would be more supportive then emily but it's a ff and not canon so make them mean👍)

thank you sm! :) <<<333

Omg love this plot, thanks for requesting <333

Rory x fem! Chilton r

Tw: slight homophobia, yelling, angst, heavy crying, making out

p.s happy ending:))

Times like this, you felt so safe, so protected, like the whole world was at peace. Your head on her chest, your arms snaked around her her waist as her hands played with your hair. Out of nowhere she would kiss your forehead and you would grab her hand and kiss it return.

Both of you just laying on her bed as you watched a random movie.

Afternoons like this were the best, after an exhausting day at Chilton, coming to her house and simply cuddling, then after a long while doing your homework together and of course staying over as Lorelai absolutely loved you.

At one point the movie was getting boring which lead to many kisses on your forehead, so instead of just kissing Rory’s hand back you turned your ear around, resting propping your body up with one of your elbows. You looked into those ocean blue eyes and closed the gap between the two of you.

Rory smiled against your lips which made you almost melt into a puddle. You were about the break the kiss however the blue eyed girl pulled you back in putting her hand on the back of your neck, now your lips moving roughly against each other.

You then moved down to her neck quickly for finding her sweet spot as she let out a hum of pleasure. You made sure to not leave a mark as Lorelai would come soon and you didn’t want her to think you had done it when you hadn’t and weren’t going to soon, you’re relationship was healthy and none of you wanted the other for sex it was only pure love.

After finishing Rory bent her head down to kiss you once again, what the two of you didn’t notice was a very shocked Richard and Emily standing at the door of the room, which apparently you hadn’t heard when it opened.

Emily shrieked as she saw the two of you kissing, she knew you were Rory’s friend and were a very good student at Chilton she never expected this between the two of you.

Hearing a shriek both of you jumped away, leaving you to fall from the bed because of the shock. “Oh my God, grandma grandpa what are you doing here!” Rory exclaimed as she looked at her grandparent with wide eyes, they finally caught her, she had been so careful in keeping her relationship private.

You quickly stood up and straightened out your uniform as you looked at the Gilmores, your parents were good friends with them so you often saw them and they absolutely loved you. However now they had a bewildered look, it was like hatred coming out of their eyes and slowly making your way towards you making a chill go down your spine.

“We just wanted to surprise you, clearly I should be asking what the hell are you doing to my granddaughter!?” Emily answered Rory but now her attention was towards you.

Just like that you froze, Rory picked up your nervousness and took your hand bringing you back to reality. “Grandma.” She said looking over at her “grandpa,” she added now looking at Richard, “the person I’ve been dating this whole time was y/n… I get you’re not used to this type of relationship, but we’re really happy with each other and I hope you can accept us, accept me.” Rory finished, her voice breaking a bit, she was on the verge of crying, she he never been so scared of being accepted.

You carresed her hand with your thumb, hoping to relieve your girlfriend a bit. “No, I will not accept this young girl! A woman is supposed to be with a man not another woman! You’re just confused with friendship !” Emily yelled, this wasn’t right in her eyes, it was crazy.

A few tears came out of Rory’s eyes, how could her own grandma not accept her. “Miss Gilmore, please, I promise what we have is real. I really love your granddaughter and she makes me happy and I make her happy. Please don’t be mad, it’s true love, we just love each other, we can’t control our feelings, love is love…”

“Y/n i have known you for a very long time, I always thought you were a brilliant young girl. I can’t believe you would do this, and raising your voice at me how dare you! I wool speak to your parents about this!” Emily shouted at you anger completely taking over her as Richard just watched, the man wouldn’t even move.

“Hey do not talk to y/n that way! You know what grandma ? If you’re not gonna accept me then leave ! Just leave!” Rory defended you as she shouted back at her grandma pointing towards the door so they would just leave.

“Rory, don’t talk to your grandma that way.” Richard finally spoke up, you looked between Rory and her grandparents not knowing what to do, this was just crazy.

“Hey, hey, what is going on here?” Lorelai asked as walked in with her keys in hand. Thank God for Lorelai’s timing.

As soon as the woman saw her daughters and your puffy eyes she knew what was going on and immediately pushed through Emily and Richard and stood in front of the two girls. “I think you need to leave.” She stated calmly but clearly enraged.

Emily shook her head “Did you know about this? Your daughter and y/n were kissing when we arrived… they’re both girls and they’re dating how can you let tha-“

“Shut up mom. Of course I know about this, Rory and y/n have been going out for a long time now, and I completely accept this. Y/n is soo good for Rory, if you’re not going to accept your own granddaughter for who she loves. Then leave .” Lorelai cut Emily off not likening the way she treated her daughter.

“All of you are a disgrace, we’re leaving” Emily replied enraged, taking Richards hand and turning around. Meanwhile the man looked a bit sadly mouthing a “sorry” as he turned around following his wife’s lead.

The front door was slammed shut and the three girls stood frozen, Rory’s cries was the only thing heard. Y/n placed a kiss to Rory’s head whispering in her ear “I’m so sorry” and then grabbed her backpack.

“I gotta go, they’re gonna tell my parents- I’m sorry thanks for letting me stay over Miss Gilmore”y/n let out, her voice shaky as she made her way to Rory’s door not daring to look back.

“Y/n wait!” Lorelai shouted in hopes of her daughter’s girlfriend coming back but said girl was already outside.

[enterrandomname]

Frederick Chilton + Child!Reader

Warning: Might be OOC, I dunno

Word Count: 411 words

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“Dad.”

“Dad.”

“Daddy.”

“Papa.”

“Dad, wake up!”

A slap on the face immediately woke Frederick up. He gasped for air as he sat up, turning his head to look at the child that waited impatiently next to his bed.

“Santa came to the house and left gifts!” you exclaimed, jumping up and down as you pointed at the opened door. Chilton sighed but nodded. “Yes, yes, can’t you just give me 5 more minutes of rest, sweetie?” He mumbled, grabbing his pillow and shoving it in his face.

“But, dad!” you whined. “I want to open my presents!” You looked down at the ground, trying to come up with an idea to get your father out of bed. Frederick kept his eyes open as he waited for whatever was going to happen.

Sighing once again, he placed the pillow on the side and got out of bed, putting his slippers on. You smiled and grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room. “Calm down; the presents aren’t going anywhere.” He said that, giving you a pat on the head with his free hand.

“Fine!” You huffed, letting go of his hand before crossing your arms. Chilton shook his head, massaging the bridge of his nose. “Do you want pancakes for breakfast?”

“Yes!”

A smile formed on his face as he heard your response. He never once found himself having a child, but it seemed that changed when he found you all by yourself near his house. He felt some sort of connection with you.

“Dad?” Your voice tore him away from his thoughts. “Yes?” He responded, looking down at you. “Can we get a cat?”

. . .

“Perhaps when you’re old enough, we can get one.” God knows what he is getting himself into in the future.

Placing a plate of pancakes in front of you, he watched as you ate your pancakes happily. “Remember to eat slowly; I don’t want you to choke.” He reminded you. “I know! I know, dad!”

“Why do you always act like I haven’t fed you in months? Is this some sort of medical condition that needs to be checked?”

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“Dad, is it okay if I go to Hannibal’s house next week? He is going to teach me how to cook.” He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Aren’t you a bit young to be cooking?” He asked. “Yeah, but Hannibal said it’s never too young to start!” You exclaimed.

“Should I be concerned?”

[frederickchiltonsproperty]

Me reading Chilton fics kicking my feet n shit as if he isn’t emotionally abusive in every single one.

[margotsgf]

Chilton Rory Headcanons / Scenarios <\3

🎧 mine by Taylor Swift is the song to describe how she feels with you

🎧 “you made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

🎧 I imagine you’re a student at Chilton,

🎧 dates are usually study sessions in her room, listening to music and reading over the thesis 10x cause you keep distracting her by just sitting there..

🎧 you’re also a fellow bookworm, so during saturday evenings you’d drop by bookstores in hopes of finding some new books to read !!

🎧 unlike Dean you were quite acquainted with the literary itinerary of Tolstoy, one of the reasons on how you and Rory met..

🎧 you were scouring the library of Chilton, in a stroke of luck you found Anna Karenina, a book you could only describe as one of your favorites.

🎧 when you grabbed the book off of the shelf, another hand reached to grab it and the rest was history..

🎧 she’s definitely the type to hold your hand in a crowded room, maybe even interlocking pinkies..

🎧 tw angst ahead !!

🎧 you broke up cause she kept entertaining her exes, Dean and Jess.

🎧 whenever you see e/o at Chilton, you walk the other way, trying your best to avoid the blue-eyed girl

🎧 it was rocky before the breakup, it all ended when she forgot to call you on your birthday because she was in an argument with Dean and Jess

🎧 when she saw you the night of your birthday with tear-stained cheeks she knew she wasn’t going to be able to get you back.

🎧 after many arguments you ended it via text, ignoring her in the hallways and trying your best to be cold and monotonous yet it proved difficult since she’d come crawling back to you, pout on her pink puffy lips..

🎧 you woke up maybe 2-3 am in the morning on a friday night opening the door to find the brown haired, blue eyed girl, flowers and a letter sealed with a red stamp in hand.

🎧 she drove all the way from Stars Hollow to Hartford just to apologize and reconcile with you..

🎧 “I just wanted to apologize—not that I expect you to immediately take me back or forgive me but—“ you kiss her, the cherry-lip-balm spread cross her puffy pink lips causing a taste of sweetness and warmth to envelop your lips.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Taste of Revenge - Master List

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, mentions of non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, descriptions of drowning, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), spoilers for Hannibal, references to Leverage, past Frederick Chilton/Rafael Barba, NSFW moments and angst.

NSFW warnings: filthy thoughts, rough sex, consensual smut, threesome, m/m, m/f, dom/sub, use of pet names (good boy and good girl), dirty talk, possessiveness, a hint of angst, Frederick has a voyeurism kink, fingering, handjobs, finger licking and sucking, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected penis in vagina sex and mentions of injury.

A/N: This is the sequel to The Sounds of Justice. I recommend reading that fic before reading this one as this sequel references a lot of events from the previous fic. You can catch up with that fic by clicking on the link here. Please take notice of and heed the warnings; they are there for a reason and they will be at the top of each chapter. Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

What if? A Jim Sterling AU

[xfilesinamajor]

My Fics are All Over the Place

And most of them are smutty. All AO3 links because everything I write turns out long. An incomplete list:

Another Day in Paradise (Hazbin Hotel, Adam x Fem!OC, offensive language bc it's Adam and violence bc it's Hell, currently 100k and still going, my current baby)

Unspoken (Only Murders in the Building, Theo x Fem!Reader, 18+, 84k words, love and angst)

The Best Revenge (Hannibal, Chilton x Fem!Reader, 18+, 81k words, also love and angst)

Coattails (2012 The Lorax, Oncler x Fem!OC, 18+, 54k words, yes I went there but I am REALLY proud of my take on it)

Dangers of Working with Ferric Oxide (Venture Bros, Rusty x Fem!OC, 18+, 100k words, particularly fond of my OC in this)

Fumbling with the Future and Falling for the Future (2021 Encanto, same story from two different POVs, Bruno x Fem!OC, about 71k between the two, amazing NOT 18+ but there's a TW to make up for it)

With Wandering Steps and Slow (Ghost fandom, wip, Terzo x Fem!Reader, 18+, 23k words so far, lots of angst)

The Peach (Ghost fandom, wip, Cirrus x Fem!Reader, 18+, 35k words so far, kink and cuteness)

Flipping the Script (toes the line of original work because I based the whole thing on a four-minute song, standard M/F romance but I think I did a really good job on it nonetheless, 18+, 107k words)

Fireflies and Auto Theft (Gravity Falls, I did a whole series of these and they're honestly pretty good stories on reread so I guess I'll link them, Stan x Fem!Reader, 18+ even though it's a kids show I know I'm gross, 76k words)

And there a few one-offs and side-stories floating around my AO3 too.

[rafaslittleboy]

send in requests!! dark stuff, taboo stuff, fluffy stuff, smutty stuff—whatever you’re wanting!!

rules: I don’t write for ships, only reader insert. I only write dark/taboo stuff.

stuff I write: incest, abusive relationships, cnc, non con, grooming relationships, age gaps, murder, kidnapping etc. (request whatever you like if it isn’t in the list)

stuff I don’t write: underage stuff or anything involving minors, I only write legal age readers (I’m 21, so I would write for 20+). Piss, scat, snuff.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

[nygmcbblepot]

"I Know What you Did" Part 2/2

Frederick Chilton XFEM! Reader

Warnings: Guns

A/N: The second and final part to "I Know What You Did"

Read the First Part Here: Part 1

The sound made you jump out of your skin. You quickly jumped up and before you could open the door to make sure everything was okay, Jack Crawford came out with Miriam. 

“Did you hear the shot,” you asked looking at Jack and then noticing Miriam was cuffed. “Jack why is she cuffed?”

“I need you to take her to my office and wait for me,” Jack said before going back into the interrogation room. 

As you were walking Miriam back to Jack’s office, you noticed a grey looking residue on Miriam’s hand. 

“Miriam, what’s on your hand?” She gave no response. Miriam just looked at you and looked traumatized. When you got to Jack’s office, she sat down at one of the chairs and you remain standing, studying her. “Miriam, what did you do?” 

She started bawling, “I didn’t mean to!”

“You didn’t mean to what?”

“He was right there!”

“Who? Miriam What happened,” You moved closer towards her and knelt down beside her.

“I shot who I thought was the ripper! But I don’t think it’s him now! I am so sorry,” She kept crying and cupped her face in her hands. Your stomach dropped. The door opened and Jack walked in. He sighed.

“Jack what the hell happened,” you got up and walked to him. 

He walked passed you and sat down at his desk. “Sit down, please, Y/N.” You sat down and started bouncing your leg. “Miriam identified Frederick as the ripper. There’s no easy way for me to tell you this. Frederick has been shot. We called for help and he’s at the hospital now. I told them we’d take care of Miriam for now. They’re coming to get her soon.”

Your eyes started filling up with tears. You could feel your cheeks burning.

“Do you know if he’s gonna make it?”

“I have no idea. I’m so sorry.”

“Am I able to go home and get my stuff yet?I don’t wanna waste the hotel stay.”

He nodded,”I have to come with you. Just for legal reasons.”

…

After Miriam had been taken, you drove to your house and Jack drove behind you, following. When you both got there, you walked inside with Jack. 

“I’m sorry. We didn’t have a chance to cleanup or anything. I’ll wait here as you get your stuff packed. Call for me if you need anything.” 

You went upstairs to your shared bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. You started shoving a bunch of clothes in the bag. After you finished packing your shoes, clothes, and toiletries, you went into a safe in the closet. Quickly, you shoved a pistol into your purse. You went back downstairs with your purse and duffle bag, being fully packed. 

“Okay! I’m done! I’m just gonna go back to my hotel room and pickup food on the way.” You left your house but instead of heading to the hotel ,you started driving to Hannibal’s house.

Once you arrived, you headed inside and waited in his waiting room (for the therapy room).  You sat there and waited until Will Graham left. He gave you a slight smile and you gave him one back . Shortly after Will left, Hannibal opened the door, not expecting to see you there. 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I heard about Frederick. My deepest condolences.”

You felt the tears start streaming down your face. You stood up and walked over to him. “I came here because I needed somebody i trust to talk to. I have no idea what’s going to happen!” You wrap your arms around him and hug him while crying.

“Oh. Well I am deeply sorry.”

“Hannibal?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Theres one thing I forgot to mention.” You reached inside your purse. 

“What is it?”

You reached for the gun and pressed it against his back, “I know what you did.” 

Tag: @lilyevans1

[sugar-sweets-fanfic]

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Frederick Chilton × Fem!Reader

⚠️ Warning(s) ⚠️- MINORS DNI; Dominant Reader, a little oral (male receiving), hand job, restricting, choking, nursing kink, condom breaking.

Plot - Its your 15th anniversary. The two of you have a nice night. With a nice meal and some wine. The best way to end the night was some intimacy. You may get a little overboard.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵. He actually remembered your anniversary. It had been 15 years. So you didn't give him TOO much credit. However, you allowed him to take you out. The two of you enjoyed a lovely evening. Fancy food and expensive drinks. Reliving some old fond memories. You felt more than amazing. Due to being so dolled up. Feeling the need, though you didn't care to do it for him. But tonight was different. So you wore his favorite black dress. Those heels that 'make you ass so fine'. Though oddly enough he was being genuinely sweet. Touching your hand a lot and doing things he didn't normally do. Opening every door for you, pulling out your seat. Giving you constant kisses. Not the tongue down your throat kind. The soft tender ones. On your cheek, neck, temple, and hand.

After the meal, he helped you into the car. Since you were a tad tipsy. Leaning back against the leather seat. The air filled with wine and his devine aftershave. Music warming your senses. It was dark outside, yet was illuminated by the buildings around. The street lights hitting your eyes, reflecting beautifully against your hues. Humming softly with the music. You feel a warm sensation grow on your inner thigh. Glancing down, you see Frederick's hand. It was gripping you firmly.

"You've been such a good...date tonight." You mew.

"Well, it's a big anniversary for us. Fifteen years? Damn—where has the time gone..?"

You let out a soft giggle. Leaning over a bit. Your hand planted on the back of his. Your head touches his shoulder. Bunching up your curly hair. "Mm.. I dunno. But we have some good memories..dont we?" You smile at him. He returned the expression. Though he kept his main focus on the road. The rest of the ride was somewhat silent. Besides from the music. Although, it was pretty nice. Just enjoying one another's presence.

∘ ∘ ∘ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Tossing your purse and kicking off your heels. As Frederick removes his jacket and hangs it by the door. You hug him from behind. Melting against his back as you inhale his cologne. He places his hand on top of yours. Looking over his shoulder to try to see you. "I take it you had a nice night? Hm? I tried my best to impress you.. since I think I bore you nowadays." He chuckled.

"What? D..Darling. Of course I enjoyed it. You don't bore me.. why do you think you do?"

"Oh...no reason. Just it being so long. I just thought...— we haven't done anything nice together in a long time." He mumbled. His tone a touch saddened.

You let out a sigh of compassion. Feeling as though your work had taken it all over. You never do make time for Frederick. But you both were here now. Your hands slip around his torso. Soon finding the buttons to his vest. You begin to undo them. "I'm sorry baby. I should make more time for you.." uttering out as you continue to undo the buttons. You peck against the side of his neck lightly.

Both actions cause him to stiffen. His face growing flushed with heated emotions. "Heh..oh..I uhh..—Don't apologize. I shouldn't complain. We are both busy with work and very much buried in it." He chuckled awkwardly. The flushed discolor to his skin growing. Especially when you remove his vest. Tossing it aside in a playful manner.

You set it to the side and get in front of him. Reaching out for him to grab your hand. "C'mon..I really really need my Frederick. I need you..bad.." you wink playfully. Of course he takes your hand. Smiling bashfully to himself as you lead both of you to the bedroom.

Once inside, he gently backs you up against a wall. Growing super close to you. Instictually, you place your hands on his shoulders. Frederick leans in pressing his lips against yours. You hum softly in pleasure. He caresses your curves, until he reaches down. Getting the bottom of your dress. Lifting it up slowly. You allow him to remove your dress. Before going back in for more kisses. "Mmm..you're so delicious." You tease him. Soon slipping your hands down his torso.

"Yeah? Maybe you should place those lips somewhere else that would taste delicious." He flirted back. Eyeing you with such hunger.

You grin lightly, letting out a giggle. Biting your own bottom lip. "Is that what you want? My lips around your cock?" You bluntly respond. Your hands finding his belt and soon began to undo it. Getting to his zipper as you never break eye contact.

He nods, "yeah.. I think I may need you more than you need me." He chuckled a little.

"I dunno about that. Because I need you to get your pants off. Right. Now."

Frederick quickly does what you demand. He even removed his shoes and boxers. He began to unbutton his undershirt. You stop him by cupping his face. Clashing your lips with his. These kisses a lot more aggressive and wet. Your lipstick staining his lips now. Both of you lightly moaning against one another's mouth. You break away, letting out soft pants. Before leaning down and finding his belt. "Lay down..baby." You watch as he does exactly what you say. Soon getting on the bed with him. You gesture for him to move his arms up. Within a few moments. You had his wrists tied up against the headboard with the belt.

"Wow..aren't you kinky." Frederick smirked.

"Well..you are really cute when I get to dominate you." You laugh softly.

"Cute? I wasn't really looking for that compliment.." he pouted.

You take out a condom as he whines about being called cute. "Don't be a baby." You move down and open up his shirt. Kissing down his stomach. As he tugs against the restraint. "Is this dirty talk or are you having fun insul—...ahhh..y/n.." he groaned sharply.

Your mouth warming his cock. Sucking heavily against his girth. Moving your head up and down at a slow pace. Feeling him grow in your mouth. You pull up and suck deep against his tip. Using your hand to stroke the rest. Your tongue teasing the slit. Your hand squeezing as you stroke his length. Popping your mouth off his tip. Your lipstick smeared and some left on his nether-regions.

"Do I taste Delicious?"

"Yeah..you taste so damn good baby."

"Then keep sucking..please."

"Awww.. but I need that cock baby. Inside of me. Don't you want me to fuck you?" You stop stroking him.

He tugged against the belt. "Oh God yes."

Ripping open the packet. Rolling the condom on. You take off your underwear and bra. He watches every movement you make. You get back on top. Sinking on top of his erection. Your lips parting as you moan. Enjoying the sensation of his size stretching her out.

"Oh baby...be rough with me. I want it." He begged in a shakey tone.

"Oh? Is that what you want? Mmm..I'll be rough with ya." You coo.

Placing your hands against his chest. Bouncing at a steady pace, rolling your hips hars against his. He groaned at each thrust you gifted him. You adore watching his face scrunch and contort with pleasure. You begin to grind harder. Causing the bed to creak and shake aggressively. Cussing softly under your breath. You lean up closer to him. Your hands slip up and cup his face. You lock eyes with him. Before you dip in and kiss him sloppily. He eagerly kisses you back. One of your hands brush through his hair. Getting it all messy, just the way you like it.

Both your body's grow moist with sweat. His wrists growing red from tugging against his restraints. "Mmm.. please.. let me touch you. Nnn f-fuck! Please please please..!"

Your body aches from how he begs. "O...nn..o-okay.." you moaned deeply. Still rolling your hips rough against his. Slowly reaching up to undo the belt. Frederick took no time and kissed at your breasts. Since they were near. Once free, he holds you tight. One hand on your back. The other cupping one of your breasts. As the other was sucked on.

You stare down at him with need. The way he gave you such attention. It made you hump him harder. Tightening your walls at each thrust. Practically trying to milk him. "Frederick..! You make me feel so good!!" You cry out.

His lips wrapped around your nipple. Tongue massaging the harden bud. His eyes half-lidded. He releases to get some more air in. "Harder..please. I'm so damn close..!!" He groaned sharply. His hands land on your hips. You want to make him cum. Want to get him to bust. Sitting up straight. You really begin to bounce on him. Letting out louder moans. Somewhat screaming out at each bounce. Everytime his cock was fully inside. It hurt so wonderfully. Like a nice sweat sting of pain. It was just so deep inside, jabbing your cervix.

"Oh f-fuck...nnnn..! I think the condom broke.." you tried slowing down. But Frederick wouldn't let you. His grip tight on your hips. Making you bounce. "I dont care... I need it! Fuck—I know you n...ahhh..n..n..need it!!" He grumbled out. "Cum on it...cum on my bare cock." He begged in a deep sigh.

Your hands land ontop of his. He was right. You needed this just as much as he did. Your cheeks redden as you simply nod in agreement. "Okay..." you whimper. As you start to fuck him rapidly again.

Frederick was addicted. He could feel it all. Feel every inch of your walls. Against his bare shaft and tip. How truly wet you were. How warm and soft you were. He even began thrusting up against your bouncing. Making the friction even better. "Fuck fuck fff..FUCK!" He cried out in blissful pleasure. You crumble at the feel of it. How hot and thick his cum felt.

You stopped bouncing as your climax hits you hard. Your eyes glisten at how good it truly felt. Frederick pulls you in, hugging you tight against him. Hushing you softly as you both finish. Your body's relax and sit still.

"I love you so much...god." Frederick sighed lightly.

"I love you too.." you smile. Snuggled against him. "Please..dont let go." You pur.

"Don't worry about that.. I'll hold you all night." He rubs your bare back. Kissing the top of your head. "As long as I can stay inside you for awhile." He chuckles weakly.

"..mhmm..you can stay inside of me. It feels good." You giggle. Nuzzling the side of his neck. "We should do this more often...not just on our anniversary."

[bi-bard]

The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine - Frederick Chilton Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Pairing: Frederick Chilton X Reader

Based On: Cherry Wine

Word Count: 1,684 words

Warning(s): HI, PLEASE TAKE THESE SERIOUSLY! unhealthy relationship, arrest, threats of violence, presence of a knife

Summary: Chilton had risked everything for (Y/n). His reputation, his job, even his freedom. But now that he had (Y/n) with no interference, he is left questioning his choices and feelings.

Author's Note: I've considered this plot a few times, but never went through with it. This song offered a controlled way to do it.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Frederick sometimes wondered if he had loved (Y/n) more when they were behind bars.

If that barrier was a necessity for him to truly accept this relationship of his.

He had known it was wrong from the moment he entertained the idea.

(Y/n) had been a resident of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane for a while. They had grown accustomed to every face that would pass through its halls. It was home. It likely would have been for the rest of their life, and they were all too aware of them.

Frederick was in charge of (Y/n)'s care.

He was an administrator. Truly, practicing wouldn't have exactly been a requirement at this point in his life. However, he only had so many people employed... and he enjoyed the fame of treating the ones that society considered to be the evilest of humanity.

A dangerous obsession of his.

(Y/n) had grown to adore the little game they had going with Dr. Frederick Chilton.

They had taken up spending their sessions trying to get to him instead of working on their own issues. They were good at it too. It merely took a few carefully placed compliments and batted eyelashes to cause Frederick to shift a little in his chair.

"Why won't you come closer," (Y/n) asked one day, watching the man sit in the chair that had been placed behind a yellow strip of tape.

"There's been an occurrence of patients trying to pee on their therapists," he explained. He tried to move past the topic quickly. "Or spit on them."

"I'm disappointed that you think I would even try to participate in such behavior," (Y/n) replied.

They were back in a private room. No guards around. It was for (Y/n)'s comfort. When they did open up, it was more likely to be in a space like this than the small boxes that others had been kept in.

(Y/n) stepped closer to the bars. "Come on, Frederick. If I was going to hurt you during our sessions, then I would have done it a long time ago."

He raised an eyebrow at them.

"Come on," they drew the word out a little as they grinned at him. "Please?"

A sigh escaped him before pushing himself out of his chair.

When he stopped walking forward, there was still quite a distance between the pair.

"Frederick," (Y/n) complained. "Am I really so much of a threat that you can't stand in front of me like you would a friend?"

"You're not a friend, you're a patient."

(Y/n) placed a hand on their chest and pretended to be hurt by the statement.

When Frederick didn't reply, they dropped their hand and spoke up again, "I think we both know that you do not see me as merely a patient."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I think I haunt you," they continued.

"Haunt me?" he repeated.

"And not out of fear," they added. "It's quite flattering, really."

Frederick shook his head, scoffing. Deny until you couldn't. That was the thought process that he seemed to be operating under.

"Come here," (Y/n) pushed him. "Please?"

He took a deep breath before taking a few more steps forward.

"There you go," they said. "This is much better."

"What do you want," he asked.

They shrugged. "Maybe I just want to be closer to you."

"Funny."

"I'm serious," (Y/n) insisted. "You're telling me that we have spent all of this time together and you have never thought about what could happen?"

"Nothing could happen."

"Aren't you the big man in charge?"

"(Y/n)."

"Frederick," they muttered, moving even closer to him. They reached their hand out and touched Frederick's tie. "What's the real answer to my question?"

It was tense between them.

"Hello..."

"I've thought about it."

(Y/n) let out a fake gasp. "Really?"

Frederick rolled his eyes.

"Maybe one day," they entertained the thought. "When there are fewer people glaring at us."

It was a dangerous idea. But (Y/n) had said just enough to plant the idea in his head.

Truly, that's all that (Y/n) needed to do. Anything else could be planned without them.

Frederick spent ages questioning the idea. He knew how dangerous it was. If he was asked, he could name every risk off the top of his head. He knew that he shouldn't have even considered it.

But he did.

And it took all too long for Frederick to walk through his front door and find (Y/n) sitting in his living room.

"Welcome home, dear," they said with a smile.

He grinned back.

They stood up and walked over to him. Their arms wrapped around his neck. Both of them sighed. It felt like the weight rolled off of the pair. It was nice.

(Y/n) leaned forward and pressed their lips to his. It was such a perfect moment.

Frederick began to accept that this was all worth it.

For obvious reasons, (Y/n) was confined to Frederick's house after that night.

With all of the pressure, Frederick had no interest in taking any extra risks.

(Y/n) despised that. They were bored and tired.

"I am getting restless," (Y/n) explained, bouncing over the back of the couch to sit next to him. "I've spent years in a cage. I thought that I was meant to be free now. All I have now is nicer clothes."

"And me," Frederick added.

(Y/n) hummed. "I would argue that I had you before. Only difference now is that I can touch you without checking for guards first."

He raised an eyebrow at them. They moved forward and wrapped their arms around his neck. He grinned before leaning forward to press his lips to theirs.

It still felt strange to be able to kiss them with no hesitation.

Frederick wondered if there would ever be a time when he got used to the feeling of their lips on his.

He didn't have much time to entertain the idea before his head was pulled back and something was pressed against his throat. It took him a matter of milliseconds to recognize the thing as the edge of a knife.

"(Y/n), what the hell are you doing," he asked, terrified that all of the risks he had taken were all pointless.

He saw a grin break out on their face. They started laughing as they pulled the blade away. He stared at them.

"Oh, relax," they waved him off as he stared. "Gosh, it was a fun joke."

(Y/n) threw the knife across the floor, letting it slide away from the pair.

"I have to have a little fun when I'm here."

The stunned look on his face was reminiscent of the look he would give if someone spilled wine in his house. Maybe (Y/n) was the equivalent of a stain on all of the white details that filled each other rooms.

Frederick prided himself on his intelligence. He always felt the need to appear smarter than everyone else in a given situation. If he couldn't prove it, then he would act like it.

But now... he was confused. More confused than he ever had been before.

He was lying to the people that worked with him, to law enforcement, to the people that may have still cared about him. All while (Y/n) pulled silly little stunts in the name of "a little fun."

If it had happened once, then Frederick could have moved on with no questions. But it didn't. (Y/n)'s "fun" always seemed to be the result of scaring him half to death. They always giggled like there was no difference between those behaviors and tickling a person.

But there would be these periods of peace. Times when Frederick could look at (Y/n) and fully understand the actions that got him there. He could imagine the love and the need and the lack of logic that was completely logical in his mind.

The scales were tipping back and forth, waiting for the balance to be lost forever and for everything to come crumbling down.

Frederick wasn't sure why that day had been the day he called the FBI. Maybe it was something he saw or some conversation he had. All he knew was that it was the right choice.

(Y/n) made dinner for them.

Each one of them at opposite ends. They acted like nothing was wrong. Like (Y/n) wasn't aware of Frederick's sudden nervousness. They acted like this meal was completely normal.

(Y/n) asked about his day. He asked about theirs.

(Y/n) called him "dear" and looked at him with a terrifyingly loving gaze.

Frederick felt fear shift from his stomach to his throat. Like vomit rising, prepared to come out as soon as he kept his mouth open for a few moments too long.

The police lights shined through the windows in the middle of the meal.

(Y/n) didn't bother looking out the window. They simply scoffed. Frederick took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled their eyes. "You know how much I hate liars, dear."

They stood from their seat and walked to stand in front of the front door. They moved to their knees and laced their hands together behind their head. They saw no purpose in running. Not now.

Frederick stood from the table to watch them.

The SWAT team entered with guns drawn.

(Y/n) offered an obnoxiously polite grin.

Jack Crawford was behind the team.

"Hi, Jack! Been too long, hasn't it?"

"Absolutely," he said in the same taunting voice that (Y/n) had put on.

"How do you like the house," they asked. "I thought it was going to be perfect."

Jack shrugged. (Y/n) laughed.

"You're fun, Jack," they commented.

"You know what else will be fun?" Jack tilted his head as he spoke. (Y/n) acted like an excited kid. "A trip down memory lane."

(Y/n) pretended to be shocked as an officer rounded around (Y/n) and cuffed their wrists.

(Y/n) called out to Frederick as they were led out, "Love you, dear! I'll see you soon!"

And he couldn't tell if the idea made his heart speed up or stop in its tracks.

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Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Umm… ridiculousness?

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As the day started, Frederick awoke from his bed to the sound of his alarm. His skin burned as it always did when he woke up. “I guess that’s the cost of surviving…,” he said, throwing his legs over the bed. “Nurse, come here! I need help getting dressed.” Frederick called out into the abyss, hoping you would hear him. He was not a fan of needing help dressing; however, he appreciated you. You were as kind as you were beautiful and enjoyed your work (he assumed). 

It’s weird, he thought, that you get so used to people being in your life that you don’t know what your life would be without them. That’s how he felt about his nurse. You were both his left and right hand, ensuring he was as productive as possible.

“Good morning, Dr. Chilton! How are we feeling this morning?”

“Good morning, Nurse. I’m ready to be dressed. Can you take care of that while I remove these bedclothes?” He stood up and slowly took off his bed clothes to reveal his scarring from the event. He let the shirt fall to the floor along with his pants to stand there naked at half-mast, waiting for the help of his nurse. “Sorry, I had an excellent dream last night.”

“Someone is being forward today,” you said with a smirk. “Would you like to share your dream with the class?”

“No, I’d rather not. My mind is a complex device,” he said with a smile.

With a playful pout, you said, “It is, but I’m here if you ever want to share.” You exaggeratingly bat your eyelashes at him. 

Such a tease, and you know it. Ever since I watched those cameras, she’s been nothing but flirty. You know, but you haven’t played your cards yet. What are you going to do? “Thank you, but can you please help me get dressed?” 

He’s apparently not actually interested, you thought. He has not responded to my flirting since I let him know I was aware he was watching me. Maybe I was wrong? Perhaps he’s just a pervert? “Yes, of course, Doctor.”

He looked at his nurse with yearning eyes; he needed a clear signal. He doesn’t want to mess this up, but how does he tell you how he feels?

You helped him dress and began helping him towards his office. “Dr. Chilton, I apologize for my blatant flirting since the hot tub and spilled coffee incident. It’s extremely unprofessional, and I’m sorry if it’s made you uncomfortable.” You cringed, thinking, “you’re healing ahead of schedule, so I should be completely out of your hair soon.” After he’s sitting in his office chair, you head towards the door. “I’ll be right back with your breakfast.” You needed to get away from him. You’ve never been so embarrassed.

Frederick was touched. He wasn’t imagining things. He stood up, “It’s ok. I never expected anyone to want me now that I have become a monster.” He looked down to the floor.

“What do you mean? How are you a monster?” you sounded confused. 

He touched his face, “Since the attack, I look like a monster.”

You held your arms out, showing your scars. “Do my arms make me look like a monster? You’re not a monster, Frederick.”

He looked up at you. “Thank you, but I have seen a mirror. No woman would ever want me. Why should I even bother? I know I am more than that, but I am so lonely.”

“I quit.” You walked up to him, “You’re not my boss anymore. I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

Frederick was shocked, “Wait, you need to give two weeks… it’s in your contract.” He took a second and realized what you said, “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“YES! I have.”

Frederick was flabbergasted, “What? Why? I’m hideous.”

“No, you’re not. I thought I’d started being obvious with the flirting after the hot tub incident because I thought you’d been watching me on the cameras.”

Frederick blushed, “Yes, the cameras. I… may have watched you a few times.”

“Do you still need my two weeks’ notice?” you asked while trailing your finger down his chest.

Frederick was clearly taken aback, “I think it’s only customary unless you have a replacement you could recommend.”

“Frederick,” you emphasized the use of his first name. “I’m still flirting with you, but I’ll stop if I’m making you uncomfortable. Plus, I won’t go any further until you’re not my boss.” You reached up to peck his cheek before turning to grab some supplies to get back to work.

Frederick was frustrated. He knew how he felt, and this woman was throwing herself at him... but what if you couldn’t understand the real him? “Let’s try one date. Where do you want to go?”

You turned back to him in shock, “a date? Do you want to date me? Not just fuck me?!” The surprise is evident on your face. You weren’t used to anyone wanting you for more than sex or medical advice.

Frederick sighed, “Of course, I want to fuck you. I mean, look at you. I just don’t want to fuck the help.”

“You’re the one insisting on a two weeks notice.” You walked out to grab Frederick’s breakfast and coffee.

Frederick was frustrated, “I just don’t want to lose the best nurse I have ever had should we not be compatible. I’m focusing on my survival.”

You returned to the room and placed the food on the desk before turning back to Frederick, “I understand. Your survival is important to me, too, Doctor. You’ve made incredible progress with physical therapy. You won’t actually need me sooner than you think. Now. Enjoy your breakfast! I’ll give you some time to yourself before starting today’s PT,” you gave a big smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. 

Regardless if it’s true or not, you felt rejected. You knew better than to say anything, and this is what you get for trying to put yourself out there. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You should never crush on the person who signs your paycheck!! You know better. This had never been an issue until you met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You went to your room to process your emotions on your own. 

Frederick looked at his breakfast and was sad. He wanted his nurse, but he had to think about surviving. He didn’t have the luxury of emotional connection. “When you survive multiple attacks on your life, you must ensure you are safe.” Then his thoughts betray him and asked, what is a life worth living if you don’t let people in? Frederick yelled into the hall, “Nurse, can you come here, please?”

Damn it. “One moment, Doctor!” You quickly composed yourself as you slowly returned to the office. “Yes, Doctor?”

Frederick smiled, “I’d love to go on a date with you. Where would you like to go? I’m sorry I was so dismissive.” Frederick smiled as he looked at the nurse, hoping he hadn’t ruined his chance. He knew he took a gamble, shooing you away. However, he was hopeful of your response.

“I’d love to go on a date with you wherever you feel most comfortable.” You were excited but also confused. Had they just gone around in circles?

“Instead of PT today, why don’t we go to lunch, and then we can go wherever the day takes us?” Frederick was trying to be confident despite being outside that zone. He looked at his nurse and smiled, “What about that café by the lake? Is the food there good?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Good. Then let’s summon the driver, and we shall be on our way.” Frederick pulled his phone from its pocket and summoned a driver from his service. “So, that’s going to be a few minutes. Since I’m dressed, I’ll start towards the door. Do you want to get dressed up, or do you want to go in scrubs?”

“Which would you prefer?”

Frederick thought for a moment. “Dressed up.”

“Sounds fun! I’ll be back,” you went to your room to change. 

Frederick slowly walked down to the front door and waited for the nurse. 

OMG! What do I even have to wear?! I’m going on an actual date… with Dr. Frederick Chilton. You started going through your closet. No. No. Definitely not. Hmm. Maybe. No. Oh, let’s try this one.

Frederick craned his neck to see you walk down the stairs sooner. In the salmon top with tight black pants, you made him feel lighter than air. “Ready, my dear?”

A shiver went down your spine at his use of the term of endearment. “Is this ok?” you gestured to your outfit. “If so, I’m ready.”

Frederick smiled, “I think the car is being pulled around.”

That wasn’t an answer, you thought. You walked over to him to help him to the car. “Let’s go,” you said with a big smile. 

The car pulls up, and Frederick slowly walks out. He beats you to the door and holds it open. Looking at you with a nervous smile, “Chivalry’s not dead, my dear.”

“Thank you,” you slide into the car with a blush. 

Frederick entered the car, “Driver, take us to the café by the lake.”

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The car pulled up to a small bistro beside a lake in the backcountry. The couple exited the car as the driver secured Frederick’s chair. Frederick thanked the driver, and the two walked into the bistro and were seated. The waiter brought over complimentary wine for the two as they talked.

“Don’t worry about the wine. I won’t tell your boss you were drinking on the job,” Frederick smiles.

“I'm definitely not on the job at the moment, mister”

Frederick ordered a drink and an appetizer for them to share "So this is quite the predicament we have. What do you make of it?"

"Well, let's see. You've made improvements beyond belief. You are seriously way ahead of the normal healing playbook. My boss has been spying on me throughout the house. I've been shamelessly flirting with said boss, and now my boss has asked me on a date. And here we are. I think that summarizes our predicament."

Frederick was silent "That's a perfect summation. Now the question is what do we do about it?"

"If nothing was off the table, what would you want to do about it?"

Frederick grins with a half grin "If nothing was off the table, I'd tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of me. I'd tell you that I would have never guessed a nurse would do so much to make my life better.. " He trailed off

"Is that all?"

Frederick swallowed hard "IthinkImaybeinlovewithher...."

Your eyes widened in shock, "her who?"

Frederick took a nervous drink "her you."

"OH! So what's the problem exactly? I think I love you as well."

Frederick looked at you as though he was a deer and you were a semi truck, "I'm sorry, what?"

"What do you want?” you asked. 

"I would like you, in my chambers, naked." Frederick smiled.

You smirked, "that can be arraigned… in two weeks."

"Two weeks?"

"Right. After my two weeks are over."

"Oh. Well... Is this your official resignation?"

"I'll hand the official one in to you as soon as I have a chance to write it."

Frederick smiled, "I reject your official resignation. You're fired, my sweet."

"WHAT!? You can't fire me. You do realize I'll need to get anotyou job, right?"

Frederick smiled, “I've been able to stay financially solvent for centuries. It'll be ok. I can take care of you."

“I can’t let you do that. Boss to what? Sugar daddy?”

"From friend to lover and partner. Basically, it's the same deal as employment but you don't have to ever work again if you don't want to."

“Finally!! He finally said exactly what he wants! It’s a miracle,” you laughed. “But in all seriousness, that sounds lovely but also a bit scary.”

Frefrick smiled and held your hand. "You know... there is a lot more to know about me. I hope that you're ready for some surprises.''

“Oooh surprises. Good or bad?”

"Stay the night with me in my quarters and I will tell you everything"

“Now you make it sound ominous. Regardless, I'd love to stay with you.”

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You gasped as the door closed, Frederick had pushed you roughly up against the door. Moving his hand down quickly from your hips to your ass then around your thighs lifting you up as he slammed his mouth on yours. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and wrapped around yours. You were so caught up in the thrill of the moment you failed to realize Frederick shouldn’t be able to hold you to a door.

Frederick growls in your ear as he feels your legs wrap around his middle. His pelvis reinforced your body against the wall.  He moved his mouth to your neck, kissing and licking your neck slowly. He moans into your ear, "I need to taste you." 

You moaned at the thought, "do it."

You screamed in pain as he bit down on your neck. He moved one of his hands to your mouth to muffle the sound. You switched to moaning as he began to drink from you.

Frederick began to slowly suck the blood from your neck.  As he started to drink he began to feel bolder, stronger. Frederick broke the kiss and threw you over his shoulder and marched them to his chambers.

You were still in a fog of arousal until he tossed you onto his bed. “What the fuck?! How did you carry me in here?”

Frederick laid you on the bed, “Do you want to know or do you want to be amazed tonight?”

“… both?”

Frederick smiles, towering over your body, "Well, I’m a growing, healing boy, Y/N. I’ve been growing and healing for centuries."

“Centuries?” You were visibly confused.

Frederick moved to continue licking and kissing around the puncture wound in your neck. "The Chiltons landed in Baltimore before this was more than a port. My family built this town. I was here to watch the town grow up."

“Now you’re not making any sense.”

Frederick bit your neck once again, hard enough to draw more blood but soft enough for you not to feel the cut on your neck. He wrapped himself around you like a long, slinky snake, while envisioning the bite enjoying the blood dripping into his mouth. It captivated him, driving him near mad.

“Y/N, I do not want to make sense right now. I want to make you mine.”

“What would that entail exactly?”

Frederick pulled back, exposing his fangs.

You just stared at him while freaking out on the inside.

“You’re taking this shocking news very well, Y/N.”

"Oh. Am I?"

Frederick got up and off of you “The last person I shared this with about killed me with a bottle of garlic oil and holy stakes “

"Garlic oil and holy stakes? Who?" you sounded confused.

"Someone sent by Barnabus Collins. Some Vampire from an elite family in Maine."

"Barnabus?" you snickered. I've been living with him for months now. If he'd wanted to hurt me, he had plenty of opportunities to do so. I’m just going to follow his lead, you thought.

“Yea, some asshole with money that couldn’t leave well enough alone.” Frederick put his elbows on his knees, “You don’t believe me do you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

"Because this is very out there. Vampires aren't supposed to exist. We have the market cornered on shadows."

“Honestly? I’m not sure my brain is on 100% after that make out session,” you confessed. “If you have any more confessions now is the time,” you laughed at the entire situation. Your boss was a vampire. You went on a date with a vampire.

Frederick looked up at you and smiled, "that's about it. I am wealthy, a psychiatrist, a published author, a martyr, and a vampire."

“Why are you telling me?”

"Because I've never felt like this for anyone before you. You've got something I've never seen before. I don't know what it is, but I want to offer you eternity with me."

"Eternity?"

"Eternity," Frederick smiled and looked you in the eyes. "I can promise you eternity, with me of course"

"Okay... how about a trial run? Eternity is a long time. You might not want to be with me that long.”

“Counter offer. I give you the gift of eternity. You still get to choose if you want to be with me? Even if you’re not mine, I still love the thought that the world has you in it.”

"What is the process?"

"Well, you've already been bitten twice. Third time you are a vampire. You start with the bloodlust soon after. We'd have to figure out how to get you a ring so you can have normal human daylight hours.. This one was a gift from my former lover who turned me into a vampire. They were cruel and hunted down by the townsfolk"

“Should we find a ring first? Also what’s the plan for the bloodlust?”

Frederick smiled, “The blood lust is invigorating. We basically hunt prey and drain them. As for a ring, we need to figure that out. I have no idea where to even start looking for a ring”

“So no more bites until we find a ring. What exactly does the ring… wait. Did you say prey? You don’t mean human, right?” you sounded a little worried.

"Well, humans are most prevalent in urban areas. My bloodlust was crazy. It was the night of the Boston Massacre. I was in a bar near the attack, and I was able to benefit from the bloodshed... along with two cows worth of blood."

“That was convenient. So what’s our plan?”

Frederick pulls off his ring and hands it to you. “I am not sure. I think... what if I cut the ring in half. We both get a half and are safe as long as we wear them?"

“What happens if that doesn’t work? How did your lover get the ring?”

"They never told me. They just gave it to me before they succumbed to their wounds."

"What happens if only half a ring doesn't work?"

"I have no idea. But you're worth the risk."

"Frederick," you said with aww and worry in your voice.

"Y/N, I want to spend eternity with you. I’m obsessed with you and I don't want to ever live without you."

"Even if we're stuck sleeping during the day and only going out at night?"

"Of course."

You threw your arms around Frederick's neck, knocking them both over. You held him tightly while you fought off the tears in your eyes. 

Frederick held you close. Feeling whole for the first time, he started to cry softly into you.

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Hannibal Crack-Cannons: aka Incorrect Quotes:

@myers-meadow-selfship @iloveslasher @the-limp-linguine

Hannibal:

Despite what you think, Hannibal IS a himbo…

Now hear me out. He’s obviously very educated, but when it comes to being a person he is CLUELESS.

Like Hannibal never expects someone to actually get close to him, and when they do, he panics. And he makes a bunch of clumsy little social mistakes, that frankly, are adorable.

He’s a friendship himbo and I stand by that!

S/O: *touches Hannibal’s hand in public, unprovoked*

Hannibal who is not used to genuine affection: *staring at them* why?

S/O: *facepalming*

William:

But if we wanna talk real Himbos….

Cause bro! Wtf are you doing? Homeboy is a MESS.

The only thought in Will’s head is that tik tok audio that’s like “I don’t know what’s going on, and frankly, I don’t wanna know” and he likes it like that.

Will on his 4th cup of coffee of the day: *pushes a door that CLEARLY says pull*

S/O: For your sake, I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that *holds open door for him, smiling at how adorable he is when he gets flustered*

Jack:

This man is a FREAK!

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s into a lot of kinky shit in the bedroom. Man is a respectful switch!

Will: *seeing his boss by rope and duct tape at the corner store*

Jack: it’s not what it looks like-

Alana:

BI WIFE ENERGY, SHE HAS BI WIFE ENERGY!

I think Alana is also a switch, don’t know when this became a NSFW post but we’re rolling with it 🤪

But I totally see her letting men be dominate cause she doesn’t want to hurt their fragile little egos. But with a woman, oh boy! Alana cannot keep her hands to herself, and she doesn’t pretend to want to.

This woman is a flirt by nature. She will Gaslight, Gatekeeper and Girlboss her way into your heart. She’s a smooth motherfucker and you’ll never see her coming… I mean… unless you want to 👀 then by all means 😉

She totally humble brags about you latter.

Beverly:

A Roxy kinnie, prove me wrong!

That’s it, that’s the whole headcannon. If you know, you know!

Abigail:

Abigail is just Violet Harmon in a different universe, and thank god she never met her Tate. Oh dear god, what a night mare that would be!

Abigail with S/O:

Frederick:

There’s not even a headcannon here, just like, imagine if Fred was played by this motherfucker…

Instead of this motherfucker…

Also have this video of Fred’s actor being iconic, this is just Frederick when he’s alone 😂.

So I guess the headcannon is that Frederick is a musical theatre kid confirmed!

Belinda:

Wine Mom confirmed!

Freddie:

As we fucking should!

Mason:

This is just a shameless way for me to promote one of my old videos. I was proud of this meme and more people should see it!

Brian:

Drinks respect boyfriend juice!

But I also hope you like being a third wheel on dates, cause where Brian goes, Jimmy will be there. Good thing they’re both cute 😉

Jimmy:

Jimbo texting his S/O:

And anyone who gets a glimpse at these text is instantly terrified and convinced you’re both doing some sort of seance through the phone. But it’s just you’re average Tuesday.

Margo Verger as a lesbian icon:

[over-active-imagination]

Family Matters (Fredrick Chilton x reader)

Synopsis: Will and Jack get to see a side of Doctor Chilton no one was aware existed.

A/n: I have not watched Hannibal in a hot minute but my thirst for Raul is strong. We are also just going to pretend our little baby is perfectly fine and NOT in danger.

Warnings: Family stuff, mentions of crimes, tooth-rotting fluff, my bad writing

Y/n sat outside by the pool watching her three-year-old and four-year-old children play around in the water splashing around happily with each other as she rubbed her swelling baby bump. Jasper and Aspen were completely content to battle it out in the shallow end of the pool. It was a nice summer day in Baltimore and Y/n was hoping these activities would wear the children out before their father came home. Sadly it didn't seem to be the case when she hears the family dog Sigmund start barking happily alerting Y/n that someone had just come home.

Throwing a glance over her shoulder she smiles seeing her husband patting the pup affectionately before the children are drawn to his presents.

"Daddy!" Aspen giggles and toddles out of the water as fast as her chubby legs could carry her rushing towards her father's waiting arms even in his full suit from work. Something that caught his company off guard.

"Hello, my darling girl" Fred smiles lifting her into his arms not paying much mind to how dripping wet she was, or the fact his wife had called after Aspen to get a towel.

"Wait...Aspy I want a hug from daddy too" Jasper the four-year-old cried also rushing out to his father who had moved to the pool deck.

"Now now Jasper of course you can have a hug too, no wining" Fredrick teases and sets his daughter down kissing her head before hugging his son. Aspen instantly peered around and noticed her father's two coworkers awkwardly watching the out-of-character display.

"Who are they? Your friend's daddy?" Aspen asks looking up at him with her bright green eyes. "Hi daddy's friends" She says not waiting for an answer causing Y/n to giggle at her daughter shifting to rise from her chair.

"Yes Aspen..now daddy and mommy need to talk can you go swim with Jasper and show him all the cool tricks you learned at lessons?" Fred hums catching her attention and she nods taking her older brother's hand and toddling off to the pool once more.

Now with the children, busy Frederick came to properly say hello to his wife. Seven months pregnant and still trying to come to him.

"Ahahah Mama, you stay right there " He hums moving to her side settling his wife back down and brushing back her hair "I need to speak with Agent Graham and Crawford about some case stuff in my office. I couldn't finish it at work I'm sorry my love"

"Thats alright handsome...oh no Aspen got your suit all wet" Y/n sighs taking in the damage of his expensive suit for work "leave it on the bed and I'll handle it okay" She fusses and he chuckles

"My love they are just clothes and its just water, it will dry on its own" He attempts to sooth her and she lets out a huff

"I know I know, but you are always so proud of your clothes baby. Ill make sure it doesn't winkle" Y/n hums and he relents nodding and leaning down to press a kiss onto her swollen stomach. “Are they staying for dinner” she adds smoothing his hair.

“I’m not sure…will gets a bit antsy when someone else prepares food” Fred hums and y/n nods gently

“Well you better invite them just in case. I won’t have them thinking we’re rude” she says sternly and Fred let’s out a small chuckle.

“Well they-“ Chilton is stopped by a finger to his lips

“Let me change the phrase..I won’t have them thinking I am rude. Now go, I have to get the little goblins bathed and wound down before dinner” she hums and he nods kissing her once more before departing to his office.

While her husband was busy, Y/n let the children play a bit longer before ushering them inside to wash off the chlorine and put on pjs. Turning on a child friendly movie Y/n sits on the couch with Aspen between her knees gently braiding the dark brown locks she inherited from her father while Jasper snuggled siggy on the love seat.

Once finished with her daughter Mrs chilton rose and headed to the kitchen to finish with dinner. She took into account of what her husband said and decided to go for a less meat heavy dish. Opting to make the children there chicken casadillas and a nice creamy Alfredo for the adults. She was just in the middle of cutting up the salad when three pairs of footsteps had her eyes rising to the hall. Fredrick was still speaking to Agent Crawford as they walk down the hall being tailed by a tall man with a mop of unruly curls and black circles under his eyes. She didn’t like how anxious the poor man seemed and bit her lip about to say something when Aspen bounces into the room.

“Daddy daddy look I drew a picture” His little girl giggles lifting the page with scribbles on it. A wide grin broke over his face as he turned his attention to her.

“That is beautiful my love. Look at this boys” he turns and shows his companions. Jack who had children of his own knew how to play along cooing over how magnificent it is while Will looked a bit lost.

“What do you think mister daddy’s friend” aspen urges in a way only she could causing will go clear his throat.

“That’s…definitely a picture” he decided on saying causing Aspy to look a bit exasperated her little nose scrunching up hands falling to her hips in a manner that reminded Y/n to much of Fred.

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if you like it” she says in a stern little voice tapping her foot causing Jack to chuckle and will to tilt his head with a small sigh.

“It could be better” Will says and the room fall silent just as Fred was about to rip him a new one Aspen cuts in.

“You’re probably right. It needs more shading on mommy’s hair” and with that she takes the paper and rushes back to the living room.

“You got lucky there…I was expecting her to start crying or Chilton to rip your head off” Jack muses coming over to Y/n and leaning on the counter.

“Oh not little Aspen. She’s too much like her father to cry infront of a stranger” She hums moving to pull three beers out of the fridge for the men. “Dinner is almost ready if you two would like to stay. I didn’t cook any meat or anything it’s all relatively vegetarian aside from the children’s meal”

Will watching as mrs Chilton rings her hands a bit anxiously. He notices that she wants to make sure he is comfortable which is something most people don’t do. Jack was about to deny the invitation when Graham beats him to it.

“I would like that very much.” He says curtly and takes a swig of beer ignoring how Fredrick and Jack look at him confused.

“Great you boys go sit at the table I’ll wrangle the children” Y/n smiles gently rubbing her hand down her husbands arm and Will watches him instantly relax. It was odd seeing Chilton in such a…domestic state, far from the domineering, obnoxious and annoying doctor he was professionally.

Slowly they make there way to the table, Fred sitting at one end Jack on the other. Just as he was about to sit the two children come skipping to the room and much to Wills dismay sit opposite each other. So either way he would have to be near a kid. It’s not that he didn’t like children…Will always wanted some of his own…it was more that he didn’t know how to talk to a child. Never having much practise and this little Aspen creature was very chatty. So doing some quick deducing he was going to sit next to the boy but a little hand stopped him.

“Mister if you sit here with me Siggy will come sit under your feet. He loooooves this side of the table and I saw you like him” she says cheerfully and Will was shocked at how much she paid attention to his behaviour

“Well I-“

“The only reason he likes that side Aspen is because you drop food on the floor for him” Jasper pipes up and Will watches the girls head twist to glower at her brother

“That is not true. And you can’t prove that it is” Aspen retorts sticking out her tongue. Causing Fredrick to stifle his laughter after a glare from his wife.

“Children. Stop it, you are being rude to our guests. Please will sit wherever you like” Y/n says gently patting his arm “I can move Aspen if you’d like to sit next to Freddie”

“No no..it’s okay” Will says and sits down slowly next to the small girl who was happily swinging her feet looking up at her father. Will caught Fredrick make a silly face causing his little girl to erupt into laughter.

Soon after that dinner was on the table and Y/N finally sat down rubbing her belly gently. Jack and will suddenly felt bad for not offering assistance and Jack went as far as to say it but she waved him off with a cheery smile.

“All I do is sit around while this baby plays soccer in my stomach. I don’t mind standing up and moving” Y/n reassures and they both nod.

They all tuck into there food Fred asking about her day. Playing little tricks on the children as they eat and Aspen talking a mile a minute without any chance of slowing down, where as Jasper sat quietly only speaking to contradict his sister or ask for more juice. Will had a strange sense of calm wash over him as he sat in the Chiltons dinning room, something he hadn’t felt for a long time and suddenly he was jealous of Frederick for being able to come home to this. While he was spinning inside his own head looking at his plate Will was suddenly drawn out of his reprieve by Aspen shrieking.

“Mommy mommy little baby is doing the weird alien thing” she shouts feigning disgust causing Wills attention to be drawn to Mrs Chilton baby bump. Where he saw the perfect outline of a little hand pressing against her dress.

“Yes it appears they are” Y/n sighs seeming less freaked out then Will, Jasper and Aspen as she simply places her own hand over it pushing the little one back. “I’m sorry sometimes I just don’t notice, this little one likes to make sure everyone knows they are there” she laughs.

“Aspen you scream but you used to do that to your mama too” Chilton teases his daughter who makes a face

“Icky. I never want a baby if they do that” Aspen huffs and Will chuckles looking at her.

“Me either” he says softly and she giggles up at him

“But your a boy. Do can’t carry babies like mamas do” she says and Will pauses for a moment then looks down at her again.

“I suppose you’re right. But still, I wouldn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night and just see a little baby hand poking out of my partners belly” he teases a bit making a little hand gesture.

Frederick watched the display and chuckles a bit. He had never seen Will warm up to anyone as fast as he was with his family. Perhaps he would talk to his wife about inviting him around more. It may help with the social anxiety he tended to fall into. Shaking his head he hears Jasper let out a little yawn and look up at him.

“Daddy can I go to bed” he asks softly and Fredrick ruffles his hair “of course bud. Take your dishes to the sink and say goodbye to Mr Crawford and Mr Graham”

Jasper nods taking the dish and coming back to say goodnight getting a hug from his mother and waving awkwardly at his fathers friends before heading upstairs to his room. Fred smiles and looks over at his wife who was looking back at him. He gently stands and takes the dishes with the help of Jack leaving Aspen, Will and Y/n at the table.

“Aspen I believe it’s also your bedtime” the Mother hums to her child and Aspen pouts.

“But I don’t want to go to bed. I want to stay awake” she argues and Y/n smiles shaking her head.

“I’m sorry little one but you and I both know you will be cranky in about ten minutes now. Say goodnight to Mr Graham and head up to bed. Daddy or I will be up shortly to tuck you in” The older woman hums and Aspen let’s out a whine before rising to her little feet.

Will expected the girl to be like her brother and wave goodbye before hugging her parents but she surprises him. The little girl moves to him first wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a small kiss on his cheek. Y/N watched Will look confused and suppress a little giggle as Aspen makes her rounds and toddles off to her bedroom.

After a polite cup of coffee and desert Will and Jack both rise saying goodnight and moving to the door. Y/n stands next too Freddie his hand around her hip as they see the agents off. But not before mentioning to Will that he is more than welcome to stop by and see the kids and the dog at home.

As soon as they are gone Frederick sighs slouching a bit. He looked completely worn out which caused his wife to chuckle a bit.

“Fred why don’t you go get ready for bed. I’ll turn the dishwasher on and be up on a moment”

Frederick let’s put a small sigh nodding and disappearing up stairs while he wife finished cleaning up. Slowly she made her way up the stairs smiling when she hears her husbands voice floating through aspens bedroom door. The younger woman pauses leaning on the doorframe listening to him lull the youngest child to sleep with the tale of Cinderella, a story he often said was ridiculous and promoted women to rely on men to rescue them but…he couldn’t say no to his little princess.

If anyone had told Y/n six years ago that she would be standing listening to the arrogant, rude and often cruel hospital administrator reading a bedtime story she would have laughed in their face. Yet, here she was, heart filled with love an admiration for her husband who was squished into a bright pink canopy bed cuddling a little version of himself.

The woman smiled and left the pair to daddy daughter bonding time to check in on Jasper who was out like a light. Snuggled deep into his bright green sheets his mouth hanging open much like his fathers did. Y/n giggled and kisses his head before turning out the light and heading to her own room. Smiling when she found that for once Fred had followed her orders.

Carefully she picked up the expensive designer suit, moving it to lay out on one of the chairs until she could tend to it in the morning. Then heading off to complete her own night time routine. Coming back out of the en suite bathroom Y/n see her husband laying out on his back only in his boxers, his eyes closed hands folded against his chest. A small giggle leaves her lips as she moves closer to him prompting the man to open his eyes sleepily and smile brightly up at his wife.

"Come here my love" He says softly reaching out for her making little grabbing gestures.

"Alright alright Mi Amour I'm coming" She giggles and slowly climbs into the spot next to him resting her head on his chest.

"Sometimes I wonder how I got so Lucky" He mumbles as his wife traces her hand over the pale scar on his stomach. letting out a little giggle looking up at him.

"Mm maybe I am just mentally unstable" Y/n teases and he pinches her hip with a playful chuckle.

"Hey watch it" He teases "thank you for today"

"It was nothing, to be honest it was nice to have someone other then two toddlers to talk to" She giggles "now lets get some sleep"

The pair snuggle deeper into the covers and relax, Frederick falling into a deep sleep feeling happy and safe with the love of his life.