#Chilton x Reader

[mrsfrederickchilton]

it's SO sweet. 💔❤

Thank you 🥰

If you're taking prompts for Freddy... 'I went out for drinks with a friend, are you saying i should i just sit here with the cat every evening when you're away?' thank you!

I changed the prompt a little bit to better fit our darling Freddy! I hope you like it!

You tiptoed into the house, it was well past midnight and you didn’t want to wake Frederick should he still be sleeping. After gently placing your things on the counter you walked into the living room. There you found Frederick, sitting on the couch, with a the lamp above him. Shining a light on him, and only him.

Frederick had a flare for the dramatic, you knew that going into the relationship. But this was a bit much, even for him. You felt like a teenager again, getting caught by your mother while sneaking back into the house. He even wore the same look she did. The one that said “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

“Where have you been?” Freddy asked with a hint of sadness in his tone. The light was creating a shadow on his face that harshly defined his furrowed brow.

“I went out for drinks with a friend” You said walking a little bit closer to him. Crossing your arms once you got as far as you were willing to go.

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[rafaslittleboy]

MASTERLIST

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

I would also recommend not interacting if there’s things that trigger you. I write these because of the things and trauma I’ve personally been through and it’s how I cope.

life of the party (ft. rafael barba) —your first hookup at a family and friends small gathering get-together just happens to be your uncle sonny’s mentor. *

a hand to hold mine — being held hostage by one of the men that your big brother met during an undercover sting brings out confessions and new emotions. *

PROWL — your father’s relationship with your mom was already rocky to begin with, and when you get him to confine with you why he’s been so low lately; you offer him some help. *

older & wiser — sonny overhears a private conversation between yourself and your older cousin mia about lack of self pleasuring tools and decides to take it upon himself to help you (ft. a dick mould that he got for his first year of college as a joke… but it comes in handy). *

blurbs:

dad!sonny feral fucking *

step-sibling! Sonny and a cramped closet breeding *

big bro! sonny getting you on BC so he can cum in you *

relative! sonny making out with you in a closet

big bro! sonny smoking after a rough fuck *

dad! sonny + raf anon ask *

would dad! sonny get caught with you? anon ask *

would bro! sonny get you pregnant? anon ask

dad! sonny dicking you down in amandas bed anon ask *

big bro hcs *

blurbs:

single dad! rafa + pussy eating *

dad! raf + sonny anon ask *

raf grooming + nonconning reader anon ask *

coming soon

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what I write:

incest, step-incest, abusive relationships, cnc, non con, grooming relationships, legal age gaps, murder, kidnapping etc. (if there’s something that’s not ok the list that you’d like to request, request it anyway and if I’m comfortable writing it I will!)

what I DONT write:

underage, stuff or anything involving minors/any sort of pedophillia, Piss, Scat, Snuff, beastality, full on DDLG (I write my reader inserts as mature and they act their age). this list will be updated.

* = smut

[simping-overload]

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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.

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

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.

[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.

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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?”

[madamsnape921]

Dr. Daddy

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader 

Warning: Sugar Daddy/baby

WC: 1847

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You grew up in a small town, but after completing grad school you found yourself in Baltimore. You landed a 9-5 job in your field and stuck with it for seven years, until the monotony of your daily routine became too much to bear. Every morning, you dragged yourself out of bed, went to work, and returned to your dingy and empty apartment. Once in a while, you would go on a date that either ended disastrously or was unbearably dull.

Eventually, the day arrived when you could no longer tolerate the situation. You had already prepared a resignation letter, and it felt good to put your thoughts into words. The letter was printed out, signed, and handed in right away. With your head held high, you left the office and made your way home. But as soon as you changed into comfortable clothes, the full weight of reality hit you.

You slumped onto your couch as your thoughts raced. You had impulsively quit your job without a backup plan. Thankfully, you had enough money saved up to last you through the month and maybe even the next. But what were you going to do now? You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through job listings. The more you looked, the more nauseous you felt. The idea of going back to another 9-5 job made you cringe. What other options did you have? Maybe starting an OnlyFans account? No, that wasn't something you felt confident in doing. But perhaps you were on the right track with exploring alternative paths now.

Over the next few weeks, you devised a rough strategy. You had recently begun selling photos of your feet on the internet and were pleasantly surprised by how profitable it was. You may have benefited from the money, but the process didn't really matter to you. Thus, you continue to seek out a more efficient way to make a living.

After a few months of wandering aimlessly since quitting your job, you finally found a solution. You made the decision to become a sugar baby. After signing up on a reputable sugar website, you waited for potential matches. And then, like magic, there was a notification.

Dr. Daddy: Hello, I stumbled upon your profile and was immediately intrigued. Your confidence radiates, but there is also a softness to you that draws me in. Your eyes sparkle like precious jewels and your piercing gaze demands attention. I’m Frederick.  

SmutSlut: Hello, Frederick! My name is YN.

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Life was amazing! It had been almost a year since you first met Dr. Frederick Chilton. You spent most of your time attending social events as his "arm candy," and when you weren't out and about, you were having wild, passionate sex. It baffled you why Frederick didn't just pick someone to settle down with. After all, he was incredibly intelligent, undeniably attractive, and an exceptional lover. 

Your new apartment was incredibly luxurious, and you had never owned such an extravagant wardrobe before. Frederick had made it clear that he was the only sugar daddy you could have for the entirety of your relationship. He took care of all your expenses and spoils you with anything your heart desires. Everything seemed perfect, except for one small issue...you were starting to develop genuine feelings for him.

After much internal deliberation, you make the decision to confront Frederick about the issue. The worst that could happen is that he breaks things off, and you'll have to rebuild yourself and start anew. You send him a text message, mustering up the courage to address the situation head on.

YN: Frederick, I need to talk to you. 

Frederick: …

YN: It’s really important. 

Frederick: I can’t talk right now, YN. 

Well that was weird. 

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It's been three weeks since you received the final text from Frederick, and your heart still aches. You've tried reaching out to him several times but have yet to receive a response.

Each passing day feels heavier as you struggle to comprehend Frederick's sudden disappearance from your life. The once vibrant and exhilarating world he introduced you to now feels dull and empty without his presence. You find yourself questioning every moment spent together, trying to decipher any hidden signs or warnings of his impending departure.

Despite your best efforts to move on, thoughts of Frederick consume your mind. His absence leaves a void that seems impossible to fill. Every knock on the door sends a jolt of hope through you, only to be met with disappointment when it's not him standing on the other side.

One evening, as you sit alone in the lavish apartment that once felt like a sanctuary but now feels like a gilded cage, a knock breaks the silence. Your heart races with anticipation as you make your way to the door, desperately hoping it's Frederick returning to explain his absence.

To your surprise, it's not Frederick standing there but a courier holding a small package. Confusion clouds your thoughts as you accept the package, thanking the courier absently before shutting the door behind you. Your hands tremble slightly as you tear open the package, revealing a sleek black box with an ornate letter 'F' embossed on the lid. Your heart pounds in your chest as you slowly lift the lid, revealing a stack of letters neatly arranged inside.

With trembling fingers, you pick up the first letter and unfold it. The elegant handwriting is unmistakably Frederick's, and your breath catches in your throat as you read his words. In the letter, Frederick explains that he had to leave suddenly due to unforeseen circumstances beyond his control. He expresses his regret for not being able to explain in person and admits that he never intended to hurt you.

Tears blur your vision as you read through the rest of the letters, each one detailing Frederick's feelings for you and his struggles with his own emotions. You realize that he had been grappling with his growing affection for you and had chosen to leave to spare both of you from potential heartache in the future. The weight of his words sinks in, and a mix of emotions swirl within you.

Despite the pain of his absence, you find a sense of closure in Frederick's letters. His vulnerability and honesty touch your heart, and you can't help but feel a bittersweet gratitude for the time you shared together. As you read the last letter, a gentle knock on the door startles you.

You set aside the letters and cautiously make your way to the door, unsure of what to expect. With a deep breath, you open it to find Frederick standing there, his expression a tumultuous blend of emotions.

"YN," he begins, his voice soft yet filled with intensity. "I had to come back. I couldn't bear being away from you any longer." His eyes search yours, seeking understanding and forgiveness.

For a moment, silence hangs heavy between you as you take in his presence once again. You struggle to keep your emotions in check as you realize he is using a cane, a new addition that sends waves of emotion through you as you process the change in his appearance.

"Frederick," you whisper, reaching out to touch his shoulder, "what's happened?"

He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's been... not easy. There were complications, YN. Injuries. But I'm okay now." He forces a smile, but you can tell it's strained. "I missed you, more than I ever thought possible."

You feel a surge of relief and happiness amidst the confusion and worry, but also a mixture of sadness and fear for the unknown. "What does this mean?" you ask, unsure if you're ready to face the future together.

Frederick reaches up and cups your cheek, his fingers gentle yet firm. "It means," he says softly, "that I want to be with you, no matter what. I know we have a lot to discuss and figureout, but I'm willing to face it all with you. I just can't imagine being without you anymore."

His words send a wave of warmth through you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. "I don't want to be without you either," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you stand there in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder what the future holds for you both. With Frederick back by your side, the world seems a little less dark and a little more full of promise. You know that whatever comes next, you'll face it together, hand in hand, ready to conquer any obstacle that stands in your way.

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Frederick made his way to the couch and carefully set down his cane. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, revealing a perfect erection that made your mouth water. As he leisurely stroked his cock, he gazed at you with an intense stare. "Come here and suck Daddy's cock, little girl," he commanded.

 You hesitated for a moment, then approached the couch, your eyes never leaving Frederick's. With trembling hands, you reached out and wrapped your fingers around his thick shaft. As you began to stroke him, your other hand made its way up his body, caressing his chest, and eventually finding its way to his nipple.

Frederick's eyes rolled back in pleasure as you gently pinched his nipple, causing him to moan softly. His hand threaded through your hair and guided your head towards his erection. With a mix of devotion and anticipation, you opened your mouth and took his dick inside, savoring the taste of his precum.

As you sucked and stroked, Frederick's breathing grew heavier, and he began to thrust his hips, guiding his cock deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at first, but the more you tried, the more Frederick pushed, until you found yourself choking on his member, your throat constricting around his girth. Frederick's breaths shortened, and his grip on your hair tightened, both of you caught in this intense, primal dance.

You pulled back, gasping for air, and Frederick's eyes met yours, filled with hunger and approval. His cock twitched in your hand, glistening with your saliva and precum. With a lustful growl, he pulled you up onto his lap. Without any warning, he pushed your panties to the side and plunged his member inside of you. 

“You okay, angel,” Frederick asked, concerned for your well-being.

You gasped, trying to catch your breath. “Yes, Daddy,” you managed to breathe, your body responding to his every touch.

Frederick's fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing it roughly as he thrust into you. Your nerves were set ablaze, and you could feel the familiar tightness building within you. Frederick knew just what to do, and soon you were arching your back, moaning in ecstasy as you climaxed.

Frederick kept up his relentless pace, and just as you thought you couldn't bear it any longer, he groaned and tensed, filling you with his warm seed. You both collapsed onto the couch, your bodies still joined together, hearts pounding in sync.

[thetravellerssnotebook]

Why aren't there more Luke Danes fanfictions :(((( I've searched so hard but there's so few

[frederickchiltonsproperty]

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

[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."

[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.

[multifandomfix]

Trick or treat!! Could I pick Dr. Chilton (Hannibal) + pillow? Thank you!

Frederick Chilton wasn’t known for softness, but tonight he seemed different. As he settled into bed, he looked at you, the sharp, carefully constructed facade he wore all day had faded, leaving him simply Frederick, the man who looked at you like you were the only comfort he had in this world.

“Are you comfortable,” he asked, almost hesitant. “Is the pillow…sufficient?”

You smirked, moving closer to rest your head on his chest. “This one’s better.”

A faint smile crossed his face, and his hand traced gentle shapes on your back. The gesture was a bit awkward but endearing, Frederick’s quiet way of showing you his love. He wasn’t used to letting his guard down, but in moments like this, he allowed himself, just for you.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible in the dark. You felt his heartbeat, steady yet faster than usual, under your cheek.

You didn’t need to respond. The both of you already knew you weren’t going anywhere.

The Trick Or Treat event is now over. Thanks to all who participated.

[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.

[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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