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On the Plus Side

Chapter 4

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x female reader

Warning: Umm… ridiculousness?

Note: I’m sorry this took so long. The next chapter should be up soon.

WC: 3161

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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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bi-bard · 1 year

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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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Mafia AU

Bruised Knuckles and Bare Thighs (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader

Good Soldiers Follow Orders (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader x Frederick Chilton

A Wonderful, Awful Idea (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader x Frederick Chilton

How the Reader Got Involved with the Boys HCs

Keeping Young Talent Coming Our Way - A Law School AU:

I Could Ruin You (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) One (ao3). Two (ao3). Epilogue (ao3). Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun

The Audition (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba

A Dirty Trick (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Sonny Carisi x Reader

An Early Christmas Present (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba x Rita Calhoun

Tempting Tan Lines (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba

Misc. Law And Order: SVU Pieces

Shades of Black and Blue (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rita Calhoun x Reader x Sonny Carisi. One (ao3). Two (ao3) Three (ao3). Four (ao3).

An Acceptable Occasion to Manspread (ao3) (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rita Calhoun x Reader x Sonny

Seventeen Little Diamonds (written in collaboration with @lannister-slings-and-arrows) Rita Calhoun x Reader (ao3)

#law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #rafael barba #sonny carisi #frederick chilton #rita calhoun #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x sonny carisi #rafael barba x rita calhoun #rafael barba x reader x frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x reader x rita calhoun #rita calhoun x reader #sonny carisi x rita calhoun #nick amaro x reader #nick amaro

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nygmcbblepot · 2 years

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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.”

Tag: @lilyevans1

#frederick chilton #raul esparza #hannibal #hannibal nbc #chilton x reader #hannibal x reader #frederick chilton x reader #frederick chilton imagine #fanfic #smut #writing prompt #writing #hannibal x y/n

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adarafaelbarba · 2 years

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Pairing: Frederick Chilton x reader

Square: Lazy Sundays

Bingo: kattsbdaybingo2022 by @storiesofsvu

WC: 201

Sundays… by far your favorite day of the week. No work, no commitments. Just you and Frederick, sleeping until you woke up on your own. Lazily making out in bed before deciding to get up and make some breakfast together.

Everything was done slowly on Sundays. Never needing to rush, not like you often had to do Monday to Saturday most weeks.

You actually got to see your boyfriend relax on Sundays. And it was the best thing you knew. You loved seeing him relax, to not have to worry about what he would see at work.

Frederick was a completely different man on Sundays than he was the other days when he was working.

What he witnessed on a normal day seemingly melting away as soon as he wakes up in your arms. The pain he’s felt at the hands of his patients fades when you touch him so softly, and nothing else matters.

Sundays… when you finally get to do some prepping for the week ahead of you guys. But it’s for the evenings. The mornings and until dinner time is for cuddling, lazy kissing, and lazier sex. To reacquaint with the other, and to take your sweet time.

#kattsbdaybingo2022 #frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #nbc hannibal

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latenightartist-author · 2 years

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Green Green Dress

Pairing: Fredrick Chilton x reader

Summary: Y/n worked for the FBI. She often came in to discuss a profile with Dr. Chilton. They had grown close. Fredrick was invited to a dinner party at Hannibal Lecter's home. Due to the invitation He was required to bring a date and he asked Y/n. He arrived at the Her home and is blown away.

Warning: None, unless you count Hannibal

Y/n walked down the hall of the Baltimore Hospital for the Criminally insane. She was sent to get a 'formal statement' from Will Graham since he kept insisting he didn't do it. The sound of her heels rang though the hall will could hear her coming. Will was currently in a 'session' with Dr. Chilton. Y/n pushed the door open and saw Will in a cage the way it was shaped reminded her of a caged bird. She waved at him then looked at Dr. Chilton. He was writing something down on his clip board not noticing Y/n came in yet. She walked behind him signaling Will to be quiet.

"Doctor your favorite crazy persons here," She said in her most nurse like voice.

"Hello Y/n, it's good to see you again." he said looking up from his clipboard as she walked around him to stand between him and Will.

Now Y/n had always like Fredrick, from the moment they met they got along. Y/n found herself trying to get excuses to come see Fredrick. She had come to question a few inmates once and wanted to make sure she was dressed nice in case she saw him. A couple time during the month she brought him lunch. She would never admit it to anyone but she thought she was falling in love with him. Today she knew she would run into him so she wore a his favorite color shirt that one of her friends helped her pick along with her favorite jeans and her black heels.

"So how's my favorite psychopath collector?"

"Well a certain patient isn't cooperating."

"Yes I know I'm here to take a statement about Hannibal from him," She said and got her recorder out, "Hannibal has assured me he has done nothing."

"That reminds me. I've been invited to one of his dinner parties and I'm supposed to bring a date so I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" He asked standing up and Will rolled his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure he asked that the only way he could without saying 'will you be my date' cause god forbid he ask that." Will said his voice heavy with sarcasm on the last part. Y/n shot him a glare.

"Well either way I'd be happy to join you Fredrick." Y/n said

"I'll pick you up at 7 tomorrow." Fredrick said before he left the room. Y/n watched him go and when she was sure he was out of earshot she smiled.

"Finally, now maybe you two will be able to focus on the fact that Hannibal is a murderer." Y/n signed and recorded Will's statement.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

It was the day of the dinner party and Y/n was excited. She had got off early so she could do her make up and had went out and bough a dress special for the occasion. The dress was a satin green floor-length along with her black heels. She turned on the music and started signing with it as she got in the shower.

She change into the dress and spun around in front of the mirror. She smiled and ran down stairs and danced around her living room while singing or screaming the lyrics along with the radio. While Y/n was messing around Fredrick was approaching her door and could hear her through the door. "so let this drout come to an end and may this desert flower again I'm so glad you found me stick around me!" Fredrick laughed softly at hearing her. He knocked on the door and heard her scramble to shut the music off. When she opened the door he was speechless, "Hi Fredrick sorry about that and anything you heard." she said moving so he could come in. He walked in and looked her up and down

"Y/n, you look...beautiful," He managed to get the words out finally.

"Thanks. Just let me get my shoes and we can go." she said disappearing down the hall. Fredrick looked at the pictures on her shelf. When she came back Fredrick found himself to still be speechless, "Fredrick are you feeling okay?" She set the back od her hand against his forehead.

"Y-yes. Sorry I just. I didn't know you could look more beautiful than you usually do."

"Thank you, Fredrick," she smiled and grabbed a small purse, "You look handsome but we should go before Hannibal considers us rude." She pulled him out of the house and got in his car. They arrived at Hannibal's party and Alana pulled Y/n aside. Hannibal looked between Fredrick and Y/n.

"I think you should steal your girl back before these business men see her."

"She's not my girl."

"Yet." Hannibal said and went to greet other guests. Fredrick went to Y/n. When people started dancing to the classical music Y/n grabbed Fredricks hand and pulled him to dance with her.

"I didn't you expect to be a dancer." He said and Y/n smiled.

"I'm able to dance more than this my father taught me to waltz and my aunt taught me to a faster for of the Waltz I forget what it's called."

"Shall we show off then?" He asked and she nodded. The next song came on. Fredrick and Y/n waltzed around the room. When the night ended Fredrick walked her to the door and she kissed his cheek before saying goodnight and going inside.

#frederick chilton x reader #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #fredrick chilton x y/n #fredrick chilton #fredrick Chilton x you #hannibal nbc #will graham #jack crawford

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lannister-slings-and-arrows · 2 years

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can you write a little piece of Barba and chilton holding you down and using you?

Sorry this took so long! And I'm not 100% sure that it's quite what you wanted. But this was as close as I could get to Chilton participating in anything resembling rough sex lol.

Heavy in Your Arms (A So Much Easier Than You Realize Story)

Written as always with the remarkable @pascalispretty . It's good to be posting something new again!! Can be read on ao3 here.

Warnings: swearing, some dom/sub undertones, a little bit of daddy kink, vaginal fingering, p. in v. sex, come eating, oral sex (f. receiving), and a hand job. Rating: E Word Count: 8392

“Hey, hey, what’s this?” Rafa asks with a smile and a grunt as you climb onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you bury your face in the side of his neck and sigh. He transfers his book from his right to his left hand before tossing it onto the small table next to his chair by the window. “Hello to you too, sweetheart.” Both his hands come up to rest on your back and he shifts underneath you, redistributing your weight on his thighs and settling back in.

Rafa lets you sit there, quiet and undisturbed for a couple of minutes, running his hands up and down your spine before he finally squeezes the back of your neck and remarks,

“Not that I don’t love having you on my lap, but something tells me that this isn’t just a social call.”

You grunt irritably and he squeezes harder, his free arm tightening around you as you shiver before slightly relaxing.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Bad day,” you groan against his warm skin.

“Want to talk about it?”

You groan again and shake your head, hugging him tighter and trying to mold yourself to his big, solid body. He shrugs and digs his fingers into the muscles along your spine, chuckling at the stuttered breath you don’t try to hide and kissing the side of your head.

“Want to talk to Fred about it? I think he’s in the kitchen.”

“No talking, just…” You huff testily. “Just, god–I don’t know!” The words to describe how you’re feeling beyond ‘not good’ escape you and you feel the frustration both at the assholes you had to deal with today and your inability to tell Rafa about it or what you want him to do to help build inside of you. It crawls up your throat till it’s choking you and all you can do is shake your head against him and clutch his shirt tighter.

“I don’t know, Rafa, I can’t–please just–”

Rafa immediately shushes you and, leaning back, hugs you close. He reaches up to take your hair out of the messy bun you had put it in and tangles his fingers in the soft strands.

“Alright, it’s fine, it’s okay,” he soothes quietly, the deep rumble of his voice something you can feel in your chest from where you’re lying on top of him. It shakes something loose inside of you and you shift on his lap, whining softly.

“What do you need, baby?” Rafa asks, hand still playing with your hair.

“Something! Nothing–fuck, Rafa, I don’t know I just…” you sigh, hissing and finally settling as your scalp twinges when he tugs sharply.

“Okay, that’s alright. Shhh…” The fingers of his free hand slip below the waistband of your slacks, just resting there, and he kisses the side of your head. “We can take care of you. Figure out what you need. Something soft?” You shake your head and moan again. “Something rough?” Some of the muscles in your body begin to unclench by the tiniest of degrees and Rafa must feel it too.

“Oh, that’s it. That’s what you need, huh? Well. We can handle that.” He scratches his nails across your scalp and you shiver. “Fred!” Rafa calls. “Fred, dinner can wait, come here!”

He continues to hold you and play with your hair, tugging on it and twisting it through his fingers, as you both wait for Fred to join you. Which he does presently with an aggravated,

“What, Rafa? Not ten minutes ago you assured me that you would most certainly ‘wither and die’ if you weren’t fed in the next hour. What could possibly have superseded this need so quickly?”

“Oh stop, you’re exaggerating,” Rafa scoffs, absently rocking you. “We have more pressing concerns. Someone had a rough day and needs our help to get out of her head.” You whine at the thought and he tugs on your hair again, harder than before. You still immediately and feel Rafa smirk against the side of your head.

“Oh? Does she?” Fred asks. The soft whisper of his socks over the hardwood floor gets louder and then two hands settle, heavy with purpose, on your shoulders and squeeze gently. Fred’s thumbs dig in under your shoulder blades and you don’t even try to stop the embarrassing noise that that pulls out of your throat. You start to go boneless and you slump against Rafa, not bothered by the soft chuckle you feel coming from him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body and from Fred’s as he presses closer to you.

“She does. I think….” Rafa pauses thoughtfully. “I think she needs us to take charge for the rest of the night, Fred. Allow her to just let go for a bit. Want to help?”

Fred sighs happily behind you. His fingers are slowly but surely working out every knot the day had put into your shoulders and the longer he touches you the further away every single thought and aggravation you’ve experienced for the past eight hours feels.

“Nothing would please me more, Rafa.”

“Hear that, sweetheart? Do you want daddy and papi to take care of you? To give you what you need?” Rafa asks, jostling you gently. You keen softly against his neck and nod, nipping his skin without any real intent behind the gesture–just wanting the taste of him in your mouth and the fading scent of his cologne in your nose. “Oh, of course you do. Right there Fred, press a little harder where you just were,” he orders over your shoulder and Fred obliges, fingers probing a particularly stubborn knot before pressing his knuckles hard against it and massaging. You moan and shift around on Rafa’s lap trying to escape the sensation until all at once warmth floods your body and you collapse like your strings have been cut, the first stirrings of arousal flaring up between your legs.

“Daddy and papi are going to take you apart piece by piece, darling, until you can barely put two thoughts together. You won’t be able to move without assistance and you won’t want to. We are going to take such good care of you…”

You grind your hips down against Rafa’s thigh slowly, the soft needy noises you’re hearing almost definitely coming from you. The longer Fred’s hands continue to work the muscles of your neck and upper back, however, the less you really care.

“Oh, what a good needy girl you are!” Rafa marvels, pleased, sighing against your ear. “You know how much papi loves feeling you riding his thighs. But,” he pulls his fingers free from the waistband of your pants and smacks your ass hard. “I didn’t give you permission to do that, my darling. And that means you are going to have to be punished.”

Fred presses a kiss to your head and releases your shoulders and steps away after one last hard squeeze. You whimper at the sudden loss of the warm body against your back and shake your head.

“Oh yes, I’m afraid you do,” Rafa insists, kneading the cheek his large warm hand is gripping. “You’ve put yourself into our hands, and I take that responsibility very seriously.”

“Shall we take you to bed, sweetheart? Get you comfortable?” Fred asks, and you nod into the crook of Rafa’s neck. You don’t really want to move but the sooner you go the sooner you can be sandwiched in between the two of them again.

“Good girl. Up you get.” Rafa swats lightly at your ass and leans back, encouraging you to get off. You groan in protest, sliding reluctantly off his thighs and onto your feet beside Fred. He laces his long fingers with yours and starts to lead you towards his bedroom, Rafa bringing up the rear and crowding close.

The room is dark, but Fred ignores the bright overhead light in favor of turning on one of the lamps by his bed. It casts everything in a soft glow and you sag back against Rafa’s broad chest, watching as Fred fusses with the bedding. As he stacks the decorative pillows on the armchair by the bed Rafa wraps an arm around your waist and squeezes.

“Should we get you out of these clothes, sweet girl?” Rafa pinches a fold of your blouse between his fingers, tugging gently.

“Yes, please,” you sigh, remaining pliant in his arms as he starts to unbutton your shirt. Fred returns to where you and Rafa are standing after he finishes fussing with the pillows and he glances down your body. He gestures at your pants.

“Can I…?” he asks, watching intently as Rafa reveals more of your chest to him.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Fred. Everything off,” Rafa tells him, tugging the hem of your blouse free from your pants so he can undo the last few buttons. Fred doesn’t need to be told twice, reaching for the fastening of your slacks and undoing it quickly. Instead of leaving you to kick your way free, he kneels in front of you and drags the fabric slowly down your legs. You squirm when the cooler air of the room hits your soaked underwear and Rafa chuckles behind you.

“Patience, darling.” He pulls your shirt carefully over your shoulders and eases it down your arms. The slow, methodical stripping has every inch of your skin tingling with anticipation, just waiting for another incidental brush of their fingers. You gasp when Fred hooks his fingers behind one of your knees, encouraging you to lift your foot up so he can get your pants all the way off.

“Oh, you’re so on edge, aren’t you?” Rafa asks softly, his breath hot against your ear as he finds the clasp of your bra. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ll take care of you.” He nips your earlobe, unhooking your bra even as you arch your back at the scrape of his teeth. In front of you, Fred leaves your pants crumpled on the floor and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear.

“She must really need this; she’s soaked through these already, Raf.” He looks up at you as he starts to drag them down your legs. “Don’t you, darling?” he asks. It’s a mistake to look down and meet his eyes but you do and the image of Fred on his knees in front of you, his face so close to your cunt, makes you mewl in frustration.

“Hush, sweetheart. We’ll get there,” Rafa murmurs, slipping your bra off your shoulders. “Do you really think daddy won’t be licking that pretty little cunt clean at some point tonight?” You’re naked between them now as Rafa rests his warm palms gently on your shoulders. You want to twist in his arms, to tuck your head under his chin and wrap your arms around his warm, broad body, but his hands are firm on your arms.

“So lovely,” Fred sighs, running a hand from your hip down your thigh. “Absolutely lovely. Our sweet, best girl. Do you want the cuffs, Raf?”

“No, I think she needs our hands.” Rafa gives you a little push towards the foot of the bed. “Go and kneel down, darling.” You do as you’re told, stepping around Fred to climb onto the huge bed. There are whispers and the sound of fabric moving behind you but you don’t turn to look.

You don’t need to. Rafael gave you an order and obeying their orders to the letter is grounding. Freeing. It’s so comforting, so soothing, to know that they’ll take care of you–that they know exactly what you need and when you need it and all you have to do is cooperate so they can make everything better. They’ll make every second of this horrible day vanish and get you out of the spiral of overwhelming thoughts racing around your head. It doesn’t matter what they’re whispering about, you don’t need to know. All you need to do is what Rafael told you to do, to follow the instructions that papi gave you and kneel on the end of the bed for him. You don’t need to look. They’d never leave you like this, never give you an instruction without a purpose. Kneel and face forward and everything will be fine.

They don’t leave you waiting for long. Fred, now stripped himself, comes into view as he climbs onto the bed.

“Look at you waiting so patiently,” he admires, propping himself up with an overstuffed pillow and settling against the headboard. Once he’s sitting comfortably in front of you he holds his hands out, palms up. “Give daddy your hands, honey.”

You have to shuffle forward a little on the big bed to reach his hands. Your stomach twists pleasantly at the feeling of his skin against yours when you rest your palms flat in his. Warmth is radiating off him like always and Fred gives you an encouraging smile, opening his legs slightly.

“Lean forwards for me, darling, rest your head against the mattress,” he instructs, gently pulling your hands forwards. The mattress dips beside you and Rafa’s hands wrap around your middle, helping you relax into the position they want you in. Still kneeling, you let them lower your body until your head and shoulders are resting on the bed between Fred’s knees, your hands still held tightly by his hips.

“Comfortable, sweetheart? Do you want a pillow?” Rafa asks once you’ve settled into place, running his hand down your spine. When you don’t answer immediately, already sinking into that place in your head where only Rafa and Fred can send you, Fred squeezes your hands and Rafa smacks your ass sharply.

You shrug languidly, pressing your forehead into the mattress, and Rafa sighs.

“Keep an eye out in case she needs one, Frederick,” Rafa directs, and arranges you so you’re resting your weight more on your heels in what feels like an approximation of puppy pose. It feels amazing. Your spine stretches out, your shoulders loosen, and Fred’s strong fingers massage your hands between his to add to your almost euphoric sense of well being.

“Oh,” Rafa groans. “The view from here, Fred.” He runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping your cheeks and pulling them apart. You shiver and whine at the feeling of cool air hitting the most intimate parts of you, parts that are already soaking wet and wanting. The appreciative grumble that rises from Rafa’s chest heats your face and a twinge of humiliation starts to twist inside your stomach–coloring the contentment you’re feeling. You squirm slightly, hips shifting, and Fred shushes you quietly.

“Be still, darling, it’s alright. Trust us.” Rafa pushes your cheeks together again and lets go before smacking your ass a little harder this time.

The suddenness of the action makes you start and then moan; the rush of endorphins goes straight up your spine and settles at the base of your skull, relaxing you once again.

“Oh, is that what she needs? Does she need papi to redden this gorgeous ass that’s just staring him in the face? Begging for him to lay his hands all over it?”

You whimper your assent and Fred leans over you to kiss your head.

“I think that was a yes, Rafa,” he whispers into your hair.

“I think so too, Fred.” Rafa smacks the other cheek this time, even harder. The pain is a jolt through your whole body, tensing your muscles and then leaving relaxation and…arousal in its wake.

Rafa lands a quick series of smacks on your ass, alternating sides, leaving you feeling a little raw, extremely exposed, and turned on in a strange, floaty way. It’s vague, you don’t really feel the need to do anything about it, you just want to wallow in it for as long as they’ll let you.

He continues to spank you, overlapping previous hand prints he’d left, sometimes gently and sometimes hard enough to almost startle you out of the not quite trance he’s put you in. Fred still holds your hands in his, occasionally squeezing them, occasionally letting go to run his palms up and down your extended arms.

Eventually he stops and the bed shifts under you as he sits back on his heels, probably–if you know Rafa at all–taking in his handiwork with a satisfied look on his handsome face. The two of them are silent and you don’t want to break the stillness in the room since they have clearly decided not to but… But the longer he looks, the longer you can feel Rafa looking, the more that squirmy, hot feeling starts to build in your body again, centering deep inside your core and ruining the tranquility he had caused.

You sigh abruptly–harshly–and shift on the bed, your arms tugging against the hold Fred maintains on your wrists. That finally gets his attention.

“Something wrong, darling?” he asks solicitously. You shake your head against the mattress but then quickly sigh again and nod.

“Please fuck me,” you whisper, not really sure what else would relieve the feeling rolling steadily along every nerve in your body. Every muscle feels poised and ready for something, anything, the anticipation is coiling in your stomach and you just… You just…

“Please, papi please, I don’t–I can’t,” you whine, shaking your head again and starting to unfold your legs from beneath you.

Rafa puts a large heavy hand on the small of your back and presses down.

“What do you need, baby?” he asks softly and you groan, frustrated and irritable all over again, every single worry and aggravation from today starting to creep back in again. You don’t know what you need. He’s supposed to–

“Ugh, papi, please! I don’t know–please fuck me,” you beg, arching your spine, hoping to present yourself to him in a way that makes it impossible for him to refuse your request. If he doesn’t do something about this, something to cool this fire that’s starting to rage inside you, you’re going to explode–

“Oh, shh, baby, you’re alright. We’re going to take care of you, I promise,” Rafa hushes, running his hands softly over the globes of your ass, barely touching you, feathering over the marks he surely left on your skin. Goosebumps erupt all over your body and you shiver. “You have to be patient. Be patient and trust me; everything papi does is gonna make you feel better.”

One of Rafa’s fingers catches on your entrance and you gasp. He keeps moving like it was an accident and just when you’re starting to relax under his stroking and petting, another long finger catches again, this time sliding in up to the first knuckle.

“Oh, darling,” he marvels, twisting his finger around just inside of you. “Look how wet you are! How accommodating, even for just the tip of my finger. I wonder…” He hums thoughtfully and slips his entire finger inside of you. You gasp, and Fred holds your hands tighter when you jerk in his grip.

“Oh you are so wet. So wet and so warm, god, this cunt is so soft around my finger,” he praises, and your face heats up, that tingling arousal continues to simmer inside you, continues to spread out to your fingers and down your legs. “I just love the way you feel, sweetheart.” Rafa pulls his finger out only to bring a second one up to you and pressing them both back inside. The stretch is slow and perfect and so frustrating; it’s not enough, not quite what you wanted or what you need.

Patience. You can have patience. They’ll always take care of you.

Rafa makes a soft noise of contentment behind you, his free hand holding your hip tightly so you can’t try to buck back on his fingers and interfere with his pace. You can only take what he sees fit to give you, held down between his and Fred’s hands. He works his fingers in and out of you a few more times, agonizingly slowly, seeming to deliberately avoid the spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision go white.

“I want a taste, Rafael,” Fred demands, his hands squeezing yours a little tighter. You cry out sharply when Rafa slides his fingers all the way out of you, leaning over you to offer them to the doctor. When you tilt your head you can just about see Fred wrap his mouth around Rafa’s fingers and the pleased sound Fred makes is downright obscene.

Rafa’s hand tightens on your hip again as Fred sucks the taste of you off his fingers, and the noises of Fred’s mouth working make you squirm underneath them. Letting go of your hip to run a soothing hand down your back, Rafa presses just a little closer to you until his cock bumps against the sore skin of your ass.

“I know, baby. Papi’ll get back to playing with you in a minute,” he says absently. You can imagine his gaze fixed on Fred, on the way he’s practically choking on Rafa’s fingers in his eagerness to chase the taste of you on his skin.

Fred is breathing hard when he lets them go with a pop, and you can extrapolate from previous experience just how gorgeous he looks above you.

“She tastes better every single time,” Fred sighs happily, stroking a hand over your hair.

“I know,” Rafa agrees as he pushes two fingers, now wet with Fred’s spit, back inside of you. “Always tastes so good. Always feels so amazing.” As if to emphasize his point he pushes his fingers as deeply as he can, making you moan loudly against the sheets. It shouldn’t turn you on to hear them talk about you like you aren’t even in the room, but somehow it only stokes the flames in your belly higher.

“Tell me what she feels like, Raf. Are you still just using two?” Fred asks, his hands returning to hold your wrists firmly in his grasp.

“Just two for now. I can feel all those muscles working around my fingers trying to pull me in deeper. Such a greedy little cunt,” he says fondly as he drags his fingers slowly out of you until only the tips remain before pushing back in.

“God, remember when we worked her up to four?”

“Christ, yes,” Rafa grunts, curling his fingers downwards just a little. “You’ll have to do that again to her sometime–it was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.” You whimper under him, still not quite getting enough pressure on that spot to satisfy you. He doesn’t seem to be in any rush to make you come; it’s more like he’s touching you for his own pleasure, unconcerned about whether you come on his fingers or not.

“I thought she was going to pass out when I managed to push my little finger in,” Fred reminisces. “So warm and wet and tight around them all, it was worth the time it took to get her there.”

Rafa makes an appreciative noise and pushes another long finger inside of you without warning. The stretch of it makes you sob and try to rock back against him but the hand he has on your hip keeps you steady.

“That was three,” he announces for Fred’s benefit, and you moan loudly when he finally presses down against just the right place with his fingertips. “Good girl, you know papi loves hearing you. All those pretty noises, god, I needed this myself after today.”

“Bad day?” Fred asks nonchalantly, as though you aren’t held between them while Rafa fucks you slowly with his fingers.

“Could have been better,” Rafa admits. “I can’t get a good read on the jury.” He presses just a little more firmly against that spot on your walls with every stroke of his fingers and your breath comes out in breathy little gasps as a familiar tension starts to coil in your center.

“Am I the only one here who had a pretty good day?” Fred asks, and Rafa snorts.

“Aren’t you special.” He sighs. “What do you think, Fred, should we let her come? Or should we make her wait?” Fred clears his throat and shifts slightly, squeezing your hands.

“Oh, let her come–she probably needs it. And besides, I know how much you like feeling her cunt tighten around your fingers.”

You can hear the smile in Rafa’s voice as he agrees.

“Always thinking of what I need, Fred. I love you, guapo.”

“Well, I figure spreading the joy around is the least I can do,” Fred demurs. “I’m sorry your jury is proving elusive. Anything I can do to help?”

Rafa grumbles behind you and taps gently, erratically, against your g-spot, causing your legs to twitch under you.

“I’m not really sure.” He taps again, a little harder and a little faster, and you finally come with a loud wail. Your orgasm releases in you like water from a dam, crashing through your whole body and leaving you trembling and moaning. “Shh, darling. Papi and daddy are talking,” Rafa admonishes, thrusting his fingers slowly, working you through it, drawing it out as long as he can.

“God, your little cunt doesn’t want to let my fingers go does it?” He wiggles his fingers inside you and one of your legs almost kicks out behind you. “God damn–you feel so good.” He grunts thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, Fred, there’s this one woman that I thought I could get by appealing to her sense of ‘sisterly solidarity’ or whatever but I swear every time I look at her it’s like looking at a statue. Either she has the best poker face in the world or,” he pauses, finally pulling his fingers out of you with one last stroke to that favorite spot and a murmured ‘good girl’. “Or I am just completely not reaching her. Is it me? My witness?”

You feel him lean over your back again, his cock bumping first your cunt–causing another full body twitch–and then your well-spanked ass.

“Here, have another taste, amor,” he offers. The sound of Fred sucking wetly, and probably messily, on Rafa’s fingers fills the room once again and you shudder, relaxing into your position folded up between them.

“Make sure to get my wrist, she dripped down my hand,” he reminds the doctor. “Such a messy, pretty girl, we just love that, don’t we?” he praises. Fred makes a deep agreeable noise and slurps around Rafa’s hand.

“I really hope your entire strategy doesn’t hinge on appealing to her sense of ‘sisterhood’ with a woman she has never met before, honey,” Fred chides gently, a little breathless after pulling off Rafa’s fingers. “I can give you seven different reasons why she might feel more animosity towards a woman in your victim’s situation just because of their shared gender.”

Rafa groans and then grunts as the head of his cock, leaking precome all over the both of you, drags against your skin.

“No, not my entire strategy but I was hoping to count on her to be on my side during deliberations.”

Rafa’s cock trails down your cunt as he slowly sits back on the bed behind you and you try to wiggle away from the sensation, still a little sensitive after coming. Oh, and doesn’t that just rekindle that banked flame inside you. And the dark chuckle you hear from Rafa when he notices?

“Someone’s still eager for more attention, aren’t you, princess?” he asks, trailing his nails gently in circles on the soft skin of your ass. “Hm?”

He’s waiting for an answer. Fred squeezes your fingers to indicate that this is when you should be piping up with something, some kind of acknowledgement to Rafa’s question. But Rafa’s cock against you sent your cunt twitching and tingling all over again and now all your thoughts are consumed with just how good it feels. It takes you a minute to drag yourself back into the present, into Fred’s bedroom with the soft glow from the lamp next to his bed, in order to answer him.

“Please papi, yes, I want–I need you to fuck me, please…” You take a deep, shuddering breath as he cups your cunt with his warm palm, that fluttering feeling coming back with the gentle contact. “God, I need something please, you feel so good…”

“Oh, baby, don’t you worry, that’s what we’re here for,” Rafa reassures you, patting your cunt softly like you’re a favorite pet. “We’re gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. Aren’t we Fred?”

“Oh yes we are,” Fred coos, bending over you to bestow another soft kiss on your hair. You squirm as Rafa’s fingers brush over your clit when he takes his hand back and you hold your breath in anticipation as he kneels up and shuffles closer. You hear the tell tale slide of skin against skin as Rafa spreads your slick down his cock and you start to pant quietly, excited that finally, finally, he’s going to–

“Hold still baby, there we go, such a–fuuck…” Rafa pushes the big, blunt head of his cock against your entrance and slowly into your cunt, groaning all the while. “Such a good fucking girl for papi–god, you feel fucking good.”

He always feels so much bigger from this angle. Big enough that he punches the breath right out of your body as he enters you. You swear you can feel his cock in the back of your throat, maybe that’s part of the reason why breathing seems like a task that is just out of your reach. And, god does he take his sweet time working himself all the way into you.

“Papi–” you whine weakly as he pushes just a little deeper inside. Your hands jerk in Fred’s grasp, trying to pull free so you can push yourself back onto Rafa. Fred holds you tighter, his large hands closing around your wrists firmly. Your pulling doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafa who strokes his hands slowly over your back and hushes you softly, his large palms warm and soothing as you shudder underneath him.

“I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so well, just be patient,” he murmurs, his hands continuing to stroke until he’s buried all the way inside of you. “Christ, the way you feel around me. I’m stuffing you full and I can still feel your greedy little pussy trying to drag my cock in deeper.”

“It’s a good thing that such a greedy little pussy has papi and daddy to take care of it and make it feel good. Isn’t it, darling?” Fred asks, taking your wrists in one hand so he can tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Yes daddy,” you manage breathily. “It’s all for you and papi.” You’re practically slurring your words but you don’t have the wherewithal to be self-conscious; you’re too focused on Rafa’s cock inside of you and the gentle stroke of Fred’s hand over your hair. Held between them like this you can give yourself over to the sensations they’re providing, you can let yourself go exactly the way you’ve needed to since you got home.

“Oh, good girl.” You can practically hear the smile in Rafa’s voice as he settles his hands back on your hips and gives a first testing thrust. Your whole body jerks and you keen against the sheets, needing him to keep going but completely unable to gather enough air in your lungs to ask for it.

He knows anyway. Of course he knows.

“You want it like this, sweetheart?” Rafa asks, giving another hard snap of his hips. “Want papi to fuck all those thoughts out of your pretty little head?” Too far gone to speak, you nod desperately and turn your hands over in Fred’s grip so you can clutch at his wrists. It’s all the encouragement Rafa needs to set a fast, harsh pace.

His hips slap loudly against your ass with every thrust, aggravating the bruises he’d left earlier and ratcheting up every sensation he creates. Your whole body feels like it’s being pulled taut, everything dragging in towards your core like water pulling back to form a wave. Every pass of Rafa’s cock bumps against that spot inside you and you close your eyes so tightly that you know it’ll hurt to open them again.

The only sounds you can manage are small breathless little gasps and whines, but they’re enough for Rafa.

“There you go, is this what you needed?” Rafael practically growls, his fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you know he’s leaving bruises. His groans are loud, rumbling out from deep within his chest, and part of you wishes you could see his face. Your first orgasm left you sensitive and it doesn’t take you long at all to get to the edge again, sobbing against the sheets as you come. The force of it takes you by surprise, makes you bear down on Rafa’s cock, and he gives a hoarse moan behind you.

“Fuck, dear fucking god, keep doing that baby, keep squeezing papi’s cock like that–” he trails off with another loud groan, somehow fucking you even harder than before. The little air you can pull into your lungs burns, your whole body feels like you could combust at any moment, and it’s the best you’ve felt all day.

“Good girl, papi’s good little girl, you want me to come inside you? Make a mess for daddy to clean up?” You nod frantically against the sheets, wanting to keep Rafa inside of you for as long as you can. “Papi’s best girl, gonna fill you up, you take it so good–” He’s clearly not paying any attention to what’s coming out of his mouth, the fast, babbled words becoming more and more disjointed the closer he gets to coming.

His blunt nails dig into your hips, dragging you back on his cock as he comes. He pushes somehow even deeper inside of you than he was before, the head of him managing to hit the absolute end of your cunt and making you wail as he grinds against you. You gulp in huge gasping breaths once he stills, shivering almost violently underneath him as he runs a hand down your spine.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, shuddering at the feeling of his come running down your thighs. The two men shift you slowly, carefully turning you over and helping you lie flat on the bed, always so mindful of hurting you.

“Sore anywhere, my darling?” Fred asks softly, pressing a kiss to your temple once he has you settled on your back beside him. You feel almost drunk and you ache pleasantly, but you aren’t sore to the point of discomfort.

“No, daddy,” you sigh, smiling when Rafa slips an arm around your shoulders to hold you close to his side.

You turn your head and bury your face against Rafa’s side, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and Rafa, and enjoy the gentle rise and fall of your head as Rafa breathes under you. Fred kisses your temple again, nuzzling the damp strands of hair there, before pressing soft teasing kisses down the side of your face. He lingers at the corner of your mouth, his tongue flicking out to probe gently but sighs, stroking your arm, and moves on.

He continues to kiss down your neck, nipping gently behind your ear, and down to your shoulders, his hands caressing your body wherever he can reach. Rafa’s arm tightens around you and out of the corner of your eye you see his other hand coming up to tangle in the soft waves of Fred’s dark hair. You sigh, letting yourself sink deeper into the mattress; into the circle of Rafa’s arms, into the soft, gentle presses of Fred’s lips and tongue and teeth.

“Going to clean up my mess, Fred?” Rafa teases quietly. Fred shuffles even closer to you and you feel his sigh from where his chest is pressed against your side and the sharper nip of his teeth against your bicep before he growls.

“Always, Rafael. I always have to and always will clean up your messes,” he promises.

Rafa laughs and your entire body shakes and jostles with the movement. You smile against his warm skin, relaxed and languid and your mind happily cleared of any thoughts but those of them.

“I can always count on you, guapo,” Rafa responds and Fred harrumphs. He kisses all the way down your arm, briefly sucking on each of your fingers before leaning back up and sucking your nipple into his mouth.

That relaxed state immediately dissipates and your entire body tenses like you’ve been electrocuted. It’s like Fred is pulling every bit of calm back out of your body, but he isn’t leaving the anger and frustration from earlier in the day, instead anticipation, arousal, and the flash and burn of slight overstimulation have space to settle into your brain and the base of your spine.

“Oh, I think she likes that, Fred,” Rafa observes, a smirk obvious in his voice. Fred’s free hand settles on your stomach, keeping you still. You do like this. You like this very much. The soft, wet heat of Fred’s mouth, the determination with which his lips mold around your nipple, the barest hint of teeth against the sensitive pebbled flesh.

The soft, pleased noises he makes when he grinds gently against your leg.

You like all of this and that familiar heaviness settles again deep inside you; radiating from your cunt all the way up to your stomach, spreading out and meeting the little shocks of pleasure dancing down your nerves from the nipple in Fred’s mouth. You take a deep breath, suddenly realizing that you haven’t in what feels like minutes.

“Look at her, clenching her thighs together like she hasn’t already come twice tonight–what a perfect little slut,” Rafa coos, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Does that pretty little cunt feel lonely, princess?” You whimper at him and Fred sucks harder, the little nips he’s dolling out becoming stronger. “Do you want Fred to hurry up and get down there faster?”

You hear the smack that Fred delivers to some part of Rafa’s bare skin and the lawyer’s ridiculous giggling laugh response. But Fred does move on, letting go of your nipple with an obscene pop, leaving it wet and hard and exposed to the cool air of the room. He presses a final kiss to it before continuing his journey down your body, pressing kiss after kiss in a line down your stomach, over your belly button, and finally stopping at your mound.

“Mmm, darling. God, I have been waiting to do this all day.” He kisses you again and you jump, surprised, when he blows gently over your wet cunt. Rafa tightens the arm he has around your shoulder and wraps his other arm around your waist, stopping briefly to affectionately tug on a lock of Fred’s hair.

“Oh you’re so wet…” Fred sighs, blissfully, staring raptly at your cunt. “And Rafael, you left such a mess down here.” He tsks and settles onto his stomach, bringing his hands up and using his thumbs to gently spread you open.

You squirm under his close examination and shut your eyes, a hot feeling of almost embarrassment flooding your body. You pry them open again to look down and see Fred’s green eyes sparkle up at you, mischievous, turned on, and completely delighted at the prospect before him.

“What a task you’ve left me, Rafi,” he says, excited. “How thoughtful.”

And before you can say another word, before any other thoughts are even processed in your brain, Fred leans in and licks a long, wide stripe all the way up your cunt.

Your entire body twitches and fights Rafa’s strong hold when Fred pauses before sucking hard on your clit. You can’t be sure if the moan you hear comes from you or from Fred, you certainly feel noises emanating from between your legs, and Fred dives right in and starts to lick and suck and clean up any evidence that Rafa had been there. Fred eats you out like a starving man, like it’s the only thing he’s had in weeks, and his raw enthusiasm is devastating.

His tongue is wet and warm and slippery against you, firm as he uses it to flick your clit, and he smiles into your cunt when you twitch in Rafa’s arms every time he does so. He grumbles happily, wrapping both his arms around your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, boxing his head in with your thighs.

He stops when you keen, high and desperate, after he nips your clit and he sighs.

“You aren’t getting tired already, are you darling?” Panting, you look down at him again, and watch as he presses quick kisses to the insides of each of your thighs before grinning at you and diving back in.

“Daddy—oh—!” you cry as Fred suddenly slides two fingers inside of you, curling them and dragging them along your walls while sucking on your clit again. Rafa groans deep in his chest, the vibrations against you adding to Fred’s own noises of pure delight. Combined, they only amplify the building arousal pumping endorphins through your body.

Fred breaks away from you with a loud moan. With his fingers still buried inside of it, he addresses your cunt and explains,

“Well, sweetheart, I wouldn’t be doing a very good job of cleaning you up if I didn’t make sure the inside of you was clean too.”

Rafa snorts and under normal circumstances you also would have something to say about Fred’s sass, but this time all you can do is clench your thighs around his ears and whimper at him while his fingers move steadily inside of you. He pulls them out slowly and you watch, stunned, shocked into breathlessness as he pops them into his mouth and sucks them clean, moaning around the digits before plunging them back in and licking around them.

“Fuck, I–Daddy–” you whine plaintively, twisting your hands in Rafael’s tight grip. You want to sink your fingers into Fred’s soft hair, to scrape across his scalp with your nails in and tear more of those delicious moans from him, but Rafa won’t let you go.

“Is he doing a good job, baby?” Rafa asks softly, and you manage to nod. “Aren’t you lucky that daddy loves cleaning up your messy little cunt so much?”

As if to emphasize Rafa’s point, Fred opens his fingers inside of you, just enough to allow him to push his tongue in between them. Your moan is shameless, loud, and you throw your head back against the pillows, the tendons in your neck straining.

Fred’s warm, velvety tongue practically flutters inside of you and he groans against your cunt, trying to press his face even closer, to sink his tongue even deeper. Your skin doesn’t feel large enough to contain the sheer heat inside of you and you’re only vaguely aware that you’re panting out ‘daddy’ with every breath.

“Oh sweet girl, are you nearly there? Going to give daddy his favorite thing and come on his tongue?” Rafa tightens his hold on you, keeping you still as you begin to squirm when you get close to your third orgasm of the night. That only makes Fred more eager, his fingers and tongue working faster inside you.

The noise that you make when you come is closer to a shriek than a moan, a high, keening sound as all that tension finally snaps and sends warmth flooding through your body. Stars explode behind your closed eyes and when you finally come back to yourself you’re shaking in Rafa’s arms.

Fred shows no signs of slowing down–if anything he’s only spurred on by your orgasm–but it’s starting to become too much. The press of his fingers inside of you is hovering on the border between pleasure and pain and you aren’t sure how much longer you have before the balance tips in the favor of discomfort.

It doesn’t take your lovers long to pick up on the change in your noises and the way you’re moving restlessly between them. Fred lifts his head up, slick shining on the lower half of his face and his pupils blown as he looks at you.

“Too much, sweet girl?” he asks, dipping his head down to kiss your abdomen. “Do you want to stop?” He sounds drunk and you know he could go on for a lot longer simply enjoying the taste and feel of you but you can’t. You’re wrung out and exhausted and all you want to do is fall asleep between them.

“Yes, please,” you manage. “Tired, daddy.” You don’t have the energy left to form a complete sentence. You just want Fred and Rafa to keep taking care of you.

Fred makes a soft hushing noise as he slowly slides his fingers out of you, dropping more gentle kisses along your thighs when you keen softly at the feeling.

“Good girl, you did so well,” Rafa whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as Fred settles himself on the bed beside you.

“You really did. Do you feel better, sweetheart?” Fred asks, almost absently putting his slick fingers into his mouth to lick the taste of you off them. Heaving a sigh, you turn so you can snuggle into Fred’s side and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah. Always take such good care of me,” you answer quietly as Fred wraps his arm around you, holding you against him. You can see how hard he still is, precome smeared on his stomach, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. It makes you feel a little guilty, leaving him wanting when he and Rafael have given you exactly what you need, but you’re pretty sure you’d fall asleep before you could manage to get him off.

Rafa’s warm body presses close against your back, spooning you as he leans over your head to kiss Fred. It’s a slow, lazy thing and you want to watch even as your eyelids feel increasingly heavy.

“Do you want me to take care of that?” Rafa asks eventually, resting his hand on Fred’s abdomen an inch or two away from his hard cock.

“Mmm, yes,” Fred hums, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of your head. “You mind, sweet girl? Don’t want to keep you from sleeping.” The consideration makes your heart ache, and you shake your head against Fred’s shoulder.

It’s all the permission Rafa needs to wrap his hand around Fred’s cock, smearing the drops of precome beaded at the tip across the head with his thumb.

“Fuck, Fred. You always look so gorgeous between her legs. Making those noises and rutting against the mattress,” Rafa praises, quickly finding a fast rhythm. Fred’s arm tightens around you and, as much as you want to watch, the day catches up with you. Your blinks get longer and eventually you close your eyes, just listening to the soft noises that Fred is making as Rafa jerks him off.

You’re half-asleep when Fred finally groans, his body twitching under you as he comes. You open your eyes blearily, looking at the come spattered across Rafa’s hand and Fred’s stomach as Rafa works Fred through his orgasm.

The three of you lie there, tired, satiated, and quiet for a few minutes. Your eyes are getting heavier and the furnace-like warmth thrown out by the both of them is not helping you stay awake. You could sleep just like this for the rest of the night. It’s only when Rafa moves to grab a corner of the sheet that Fred finally moves, abruptly sitting up and dislodging you.

“Sorry, sweet girl,” he apologizes quickly before turning to glare ferociously at Rafa. “Rafael! You can’t wipe come off on the sheets! God, you’re such a savage–” Fred huffs, reaching over to the bedside table and the box of tissues he keeps there.

He throws them at Rafa’s chest, smirking triumphantly when the corner catches him in the nipple and Rafa swears loudly.

“Ow! Jesus, Fred, come on!”

“Serves you right. God, I can’t believe you sometimes.” Fred rolls his eyes as Rafa petulantly mutters under his breath, wiping his hand off and throwing the dirty tissues and the box over you and back at Fred.

“You know what else might make her feel better?” Rafa asks, a familiar tone in his voice. Fred looks at him, suspicious, and raises an eyebrow. “Dinner. Food possesses great healing qualities you know.” Fred snorts.

“Somehow I get the feeling that that request is not purely motivated by selflessness, Rafael Barba.” He sighs, shaking his head, unable to stop the fond smile that begins to spread over his face.

“I’ll go finish dinner,” Fred starts, wiping his chest off and looking at the wad of tissues in his lap with distaste. “Rafa, if you want to finish cleaning up here…?” You watch, drowsy, as he stands, holding the dirty tissues away from him. Rafa jostles you as he shrugs and nods.

“Want papi to stay with you? Cuddle a bit before dinner?” he asks, leaning down to kiss you and brush his nose along yours. You nod, unable to keep your eyes open any longer. You listen to the two of them bicker good naturedly as Fred dresses and Rafa gets up and moves into the bathroom, satisfied that whatever needs doing they’ll probably take care of properly.

“Thanks, Rafi,” you mutter, pushing your face further into a pillow that smells like Fred’s laundry detergent and his cologne. You feel two kisses to the side of your head.

“It’s not like we didn’t get anything out of this either, honey,” Fred jokes, running his fingers through your hair. “I can wake you up when dinner’s ready?” You nod slowly and pat at the air behind you, catching one of them in the thigh.

“Sounds good,” you mumble. “Love you.”

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it’s me, writing my twice yearly burst of inspiration

“There was damage to his temporal and frontal lobe. Given the trajectory of the bullet, that’s to be expected.”

“Doctor, Frederick is here as well. You’re telling us both.” She was still holding Frederick’s hand tightly. In the days since he’d woken, they’d quickly come to realize some things weren’t right, but that was to be expected. The damage to his brain was concentrated on his temporal, but Broca’s area was on the left side and had taken damage. From all of it, the most glaring issue was aphasia. Damage to Broca’s area meant Broca’s aphasia. Between their options, she was glad it was Broca’s because he could express something. Wernicke’s aphasia was more likely to make Frederick say sentences with perfect cadence, and he’d be certain they came out correctly. What they would hear would be nonsensical. Frederick could speak, but there were no complete sentences. Only words strung together that Beatrice was grateful made sense.

Frederick squeezed her hand gently, and she brushed her thumb over the back of his hand. He was still just as intelligent as before, and he felt paralyzed without the ability to communicate as he always had. He’d written Beatrice a letter the second day, but it was a jumbled mess he’d come to learn. His sentences were rarely complete, his handwriting shaky, and his grammar non-existent. He was lucky, however, he could still form words, no matter how simple his phrases. Reading was difficult, and he knew the doctor was focusing on Beatrice’s understanding because he missed things on occasion—or maybe he simply didn’t comprehend. As a man who relied on words to feel superior and that superiority to give him worth, Frederick Chilton felt small and afraid since waking, and Beatrice had not expected the result to be him clinging to her more fiercely.

“Of course, yes,” the doctor nodded. “We’ll be monitoring for temporal lobe seizures. You’ve had at least two, as we’ve told Miss Viotto. An aura precedes them, in your case both times it was unprovoked fear, something difficult to differentiate from the understandable fear that is a part of your experience. In each seizure, symptoms lasted thirty to sixty seconds, and Dr. Chilton lost awareness of his surroundings and stared into the distance. Swallowing and chewing are common movements. After, you won’t recall what’s happened. You may be confused, unaware, and exhausted.”

“So that’s what happened the first day?”

“Tell didn’t.” His words were still malformed by his missing palate, but Beatrice simply smoothed a hand over his hair gently.

“I didn’t know it was of note, Frederick.”

“Doctor tell.” The pauses between statements were longer, but she was just pleased there was something.

“He asked!”

“Rude.”

Beatrice was just glad to see him roll his eye and look at her with such annoyance. It was such a Frederick look coupled with a huff, and she’d been so afraid he’d never be annoyed with her again.

“There’s also emotional behavior. Between the temporal damage and processing issues, there may be anger or aggression.” A pointed look to the sulking Frederick as though this were an explanation. Beatrice was unable to stifle a soft laugh, and Frederick softened when her hand found his.

“He’s always like this.”

“Well, soon enough they’ll come to be sure removing the gauze and bandages today is possible. If so, Miss Viotto has convinced us to let you go home with the promise of daily visits from a home health aide to ensure your wounds heal well enough to begin using the prosthetic soon.

“Home,” he said, looking at her with wide eyes. She knew he’d feel far less overwhelmed in her loft, a familiar place. One that wouldn’t be buzzing with people. His selective attention and hearing had both taken hits, but he refused to mention either. It was difficult for him to focus on just conversation with the ever present din of the hospital. It made him frustrated every time he missed what Beatrice or a nurse or a doctor was saying because things had gotten loud.

When a nurse came in to remove the gauze, he realized he’d yet to see his face. He was afraid to, in part because Beatrice hadn’t looked at him any differently. The removal hurt more today because he’d chosen to lower his dose of pain killers. His little sister was addicted, and it was something he feared more than the pain of gauze pulling healing flesh. Beatrice, ever patient, smoothed a hand over his forearm, and soon enough a doctor was peering into the hollowness of the left side of his palate. When he was declared healed enough to go home, he could have cried. Beatrice had taken care to find speech language pathologists who would come to the loft. She’d also ensured an outfit was ready for him in the hospital room’s closet from the first day.

He saw his face unbandaged for the first time, and Beatrice was careful to perch on the side of the bed, not telling him anything. She knew well enough he needed to process, and he simply placed the mirror down. The familiar panic that has struck him from time to time welled in his chest. There was no denying something was wrong; the swelling was still present, but it had gone down enough the weight of his cheek sank. Without bone to support it, it pulled at his lower lid, and he suspected the effect would be worse when the swelling ceased. He looked to Beatrice, and the way she looked at him almost made him angry. Why was she pretending nothing had happened? He could try to argue, but the words wouldn’t come and it would tumble out short and disoriented.

“Hideous.” A finger pointing at his own visage. Gentle fury simmered beneath the words, as though she should’ve prepared him.

“No, not at all.”

“Stupid.” The same finger jabbed towards her. She rolled her eyes at him, not daring to speak. He would, she rather hoped, find a way to cope with this, and she was fairly certain all the reassurances she offered would lose their effect as time wore on. Instead, she saved them.

His head fell back to the pillow, and he didn’t look to Beatrice or the nurse. They hadn’t let him hold the mirror or he’d break it. It was going to only be insult to injury when it was time to dress. Though he’d regain it upon physical and occupational therapy, his hands couldn’t quite fumble with buttons. His grip on pens was loose. He tried not to seem as annoyed as he was when she brought his clothes to him once he’d been cleared to come home. It was more vulnerable to be naked in front of her when he felt so isolated even with her there. She saved him the indignity of dressing him entirely herself. It took some effort to keep the button down in his hands, but he got it on, and his annoyance changed to gratitude as her hands gently buttoned his shirt. There was no rush or annoyance in her movements. Just patience and affection. He got his sweater on, and she helped him right his jeans and belt.

“See? You’re mostly fine. I can help with the fine motor stuff,” she smiled up at him when he was standing again. It was his face, so she knew he’d consider it a heinous maiming, the worst change that could happen. Beatrice just saw it as a change. He was still handsome, even if it had taken a few changing of bandages for her to stop noticing the way his cheek sank. Now she was used to it, and she thought that now, especially with Frederick dressed, only the eye patch, sagging of his cheek, and bullet hole were different. He was still Frederick and she still thought him handsome, and no matter what had happened, she was just grateful he was there. No matter the damage, she could look at him and know he was alive and breathing and here. Soon enough he’d have a prosthetic and she thought that would make him feel more himself.

“Home go.” Words never came in the right order, but this time his tone was gentle instead of embarrassed.

“We’ll go home,” she smiled, and his hand came to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch, and Frederick filed away how perfectly content she looked for when his insecurities inevitably overwhelmed him. She was happy to have him come to her loft, and she was certainly not repulsed. He only hoped he could remember that when his heart beat faster and fear became all he could process. It was a daily occurrence now, and he wasn’t sure if it was a result of the bullet or the trauma of having been gutted and shot.

As they left the hospital, Frederick became overwhelmed by the sounds. He could hear car after car on the freeway. He could hear every conversation. He could hear that somewhere in all of it, Beatrice was speaking to him, but his mind couldn’t grab onto that thread. Instead, it seemed to choose the horns of cars on the nearby freeway. He tried to focus on her mouth, focus on anything to bring her voice to the forefront. She seemed to be waiting for an answer, and he was acutely aware he should’ve heard something. It was the feeling of being a child who hadn’t done the reading, too desperate to drown out his parents bickering, and was called on in class. It was when he was offered meal after meal he couldn’t consume after Gideon had dissected him. It was the helpless panic as he held a gun in Will Graham’s home.

“Wait,” he snapped, hands splayed at his waist and pressing down for emphasis. “Talk home.”

“Sweetheart, I’m just asking if you—”

“Wait, home.” His voice was terse, and his cheeks burned red. She stood to his left, so between his diminished hearing and lack of selective attention, he was at a loss. He fumbled to duck into the car, and Beatrice knew better than to try and help. Soon enough he was huffing as he sat, and she wanted to reach over for his hand, but the way his eyes darted around the car and his breathing never fully calmed was all too familiar. His hands gripped the armrests, knuckles turning white. She simply drove to her loft, parking carefully and taking the small bag of things he’d accumulated from the trunk. His vintage car sat parked in the spot beside hers, and she’d already managed to consolidate both of their wardrobes into the closets. Sleep had evaded her as she waited each night to be able to return to the hospital. She was just grateful the museum had let her work remotely, trading meetings with paperwork with whoever she could and doing the rest over video whenever possible.

He was fussing with his sweater as she unlocked the door, not quite able to look at her. The cars roared past; people chatted as they walked; a phone rang; music played. He couldn’t focus on anything, hearing it all at once. Beatrice was being patient with him, and he wanted to be angry with her for it. Frederick wanted her to snap back. If she did, he’d have a reason to run and find a new house, one where he’d be left entirely alone. But instead, he could see the things he wanted from his house had been moved in and settled. The blinds were down, and he felt significantly less overwhelmed away from the street. As he made his way to the couch, he could hear nothing but the echo of his cane. They were high enough and far enough from the main road the cars barely registered as a hum now they were indoors. Suddenly, he realized she was looking at him again. Her hands were on her hips as she waited for a response, but again, she’d been to his left.

“What?” He set his mouth in his firmest stare, hoping annoyance came across rather than his growing annoyance at his ability to hear or speak.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re good. Do you need anything.”

“Fine.”

“I’m just making sure.” She’d been so patient, but he’d been just tense enough she seemed hurt. Still, she pressed a kiss to his temple before going to her art room. It’s what she always did when she wasn’t sure how to process things. She knew what could happen, but she’d been a child when her parents came home. Her mother dealt with physical trauma, but her father had also had a traumatic brain injury. She was used to what the results were, but Beatrice still wanted to cry. She wanted to cry because he was unhappy. She wanted to cry because she couldn’t fix it. She wanted to cry because she wanted to be able to wallow without making it seem anything had truly happened to her. It scared her not to be able to know what he was thinking, and then she felt guilty because she was aware Frederick was terrified and frustrated.

Finally, she did cry for a little while, sitting on a stool in front of the easel. Then she gave up on painting and curled up on the couch, letting herself stay teary. Before the injury, she knew well enough that if he was being grumpy he needed to be left alone until he was ready. Then they could talk. He was still who he was before, so she guessed the time would be good. After taking a nap, she woke to a sinking on the loveseat as unsteady hands lifted her legs and placed them in his lap. She opened her eyes, smiling softly to see him there.

“Sorry.” His voice was gentle as his hand came to rest on her side.

“It’s okay.”

“Not.”

“I knew you just needed space. You’re not the first person with a traumatic brain injury I’ve known.”

“Parent?”

“Yeah. Dad. They beat him really badly. Motor skills mostly. And he’d get overwhelmed by sounds.”

“Better?” He wanted to hear he could heal, wanted to know that was why she had such persistent faith in him. Otherwise, he could feel his stomach churn at the idea that what he thought he said and what came out never matched. The idea of spending forever overwhelmed by sound scared him. But now, in the quiet with Beatrice on his right side, he could hear her and understand her.

“Physically, yes. He’d been depressed before. He made it ten years. Then he decided to go.”

He didn’t try to say anything when he processed what she’d said. Instead he pulled her against him like she did after nightmares. His hand came to rest on the back of her head, and he let his chin rest in her hair. If there was one thing he could say he’d learned from her, it was how to comfort someone. She leaned against him, and the way her fingers curled into the sides of his shirt let him know she was afraid too, something he hated to find soothing. She wasn’t as thoroughly nonplussed as she wanted him to think. They were both stubborn and afraid.

“Frederick, promise if you ever feel it would be better to…go…you’ll tell me.”

Before, Frederick had been in those darkest depths, and he was still surprised he had made it. He supposed that was because last time he was able to write and work and do all the things he now couldn’t. What was different was that Beatrice was there now. Already, he felt more certain, more grounded, and more able to disguise whatever effects there may be. His speech was the only thing that couldn’t be covered. But he’d now watched her care for him in such little ways that he was starting to believe she truly loved him, not what he was. If she’d known the scrawny, anxious kid he was in college, she may have even liked him then. He was overcome at how purely accepted he’d been by her for so long, and before he could stop them, tears fell.

“Not go.” His voice was thick with emotion, and he let himself bury his nose into her hair, savoring the feel of her close, the delicate floral shampoo.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

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sugar-sweets-fanfic · 8 days

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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.

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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."

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The Best Revenge | Frederick Chilton x Female Reader

Reblogging this one more time before I go back to my regularly scheduled shit.

Content: ~81k, 18+ MDNI, trauma and nightmares, smut and romance, arrogance and insecurity, classical music and cats, employer/employee relationship, saving Chilton from himself

#self reblog #fanfic #dr. frederick chilton #frederick chilton x reader #hannibal fanfiction #nbc hannibal

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the-avengers-ate-my-tongue · 1 year

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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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First Kiss (Pt. 2) - Hannibal Preference (NBC's Hannibal)

Title: First Kiss

Characters: Alana Bloom, Margot Verger, Frederick Chilton, Beverly Katz, Abigail Hobbs, Bedelia Du Maurier

Word Count: 1,894 words

Warning(s): (Alana's) very subtle hint to sex, mentions of attack (and Hannibal), (Margot's) mentions of Mason Verger, (Abigail's) mentions of bad parenting, (Frederick's) none, (Beverly's) none, (Bedelia's) none

Author's Note: Here's a Hannibal preference for more than just the murder husbands. If there's a character that I missed that you want me to write about, then let me know and I'll see if there's enough to make a third part (I kinda just put my favorites here).

If you wanna read the part involving the murder husbands, click here!

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Alana Bloom:

It was the first time I had seen Alana since her run-in with Hannibal.

The hospital had been hesitant about letting in visitors, so when she called me to join her for drinks, I was ecstatic.

She had a cane now but there was something else that seemed different. There was a clear shift in her behavior.

She leaned on her cane with a drink in her free hand. I leaned against the wall, almost studying her.

"You're looking at me like I'm a wounded animal," she pointed out.

"I'm sorry," I said immediately, looking down at my drink.

"It's okay," she replied. "I just want you to see that I'm okay."

"I see that," I promised. "It's just... I'm just worried, Alana. It's my nature."

She nodded, "The worst part of all this is the wasted time."

"Alana, you didn't-"

"I should've left Hannibal's house with you that night," she cut me off. "Would've saved me from that relationship, the fight, the physical therapy I had to go through."

I had offered her a ride home from Hannibal's dinner party. She must've seen that as her turning point.

"I could've been happy," she added. "With you."

I took a deep breath at the thought, "We... We still could... be happy together, I mean."

"After everything that's happened?"

"As long as I'm with you, I don't really care," I shrugged.

I walked over to her slowly. I leaned in and kissed her slowly. My free hand cupped the side of her face as she kissed me back.

Standing there, kissing her in her living room, was the time I felt most alive.

I let out a breathless chuckle when we finally pulled away, "Wanna make up for that lost time?"

"I can think of nothing better," she replied as she placed the glass on the counter and leaned in to kiss me again.

Margot Verger:

I had been hired to work on the Verger estate years ago. I was mostly confined to the stables. Feeding, cleaning, helping Margot. It wasn't a terrible job on its own. Mason just made everything miserable.

I basically had to turn a blind eye to everything he did. I had no idea what the consequences would be if I didn't. I just knew that I hadn't seen the last person who confronted Mason about his behavior.

The longer I was there, the more I saw, the more it broke my heart.

I had been putting Margot's horse away when she walked in to meet me. I tried not to stare, but I can see the expression on her face as she tried to hide any of the pain.

"He shouldn't treat you like that," I said softly. She looked at me. "You two are siblings. He just... it's disgusting how he treats you."

She softly grinned, "Thank you."

I nodded and went back to my work.

"You always have been very kind to me," she added.

"I'm pretty sure it's part of my job," I replied.

"But it's so much more than that," she continued. "I've seen you almost every day for about a year. Maybe more. You've become... a comfort to me."

When I looked back at her, she was standing directly in front of me. I immediately felt nervous. She took another step forward, mere inches between our bodies.

"Seeing you every day has been very nice."

"I feel the same, Margot," I felt my face heating up.

She hesitantly took another step forward before leaning in slowly. She pressed her lips against mine briefly. I tried to kiss her back, but she pulled away before I could.

"I'll come back tonight," she muttered. "Meet me here?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I promise. I'll be here."

She grinned before stepping back and going to leave. I let out a breath once I knew that I was on my own.

Holy shit.

Abigail Hobbs:

Abigail and I had become friends when she entered the Port Haven psychiatric facility. I had been the only person who didn't turn a cold shoulder to her. Because I didn't think she deserved it.

We spent most of our time together. The only exceptions were during group therapy, at night, or when one of us had visitors.

There was one time when I violated those exceptions.

My mother had come to visit. It didn't help me much. I was left in this messy headspace that I couldn't get out of. My mother was the reason I ended up here and all she did was remind me of all the ways I was messed up. How unfair it was that I ended up this way because it looked bad on her parenting.

My brain was fixed on seeing Abigail. I found my way to her room that night. She looked up from her book when the door opened.

"What are you doing," she asked as I carefully shut the door. She looked worried when she saw my face. "Oh my god."

"My- My mom showed up," I muttered, wiping my tears. "And I just... I couldn't..."

She waved me over. I went and sat next to her in the bed. She let me rest my head on her shoulder.

"I don't know why they let her in," I mumbled. "You would think seeing how much harm it's doing would make them stop her."

"I'm so sorry," she grabbed my hand.

"You're the best thing around me," I continued. "Doctors just tell me all my symptoms and throw diagnoses at me. My mom seems to hate me. You... You actually listen."

"You do the same for me," she said.

I moved my head so I could look at her. She grinned at me. I softly grinned back before leaning over and pecking her lips.

It was maybe a second before I leaned back to look at her again.

"Was that okay?"

She nodded, "Yeah... yeah, it was fine."

I grinned before leaning my head on her shoulder again. I was okay with everything around her as long it was her.

She made whatever could happen worth it.

Frederick Chilton:

I was working as a nurse in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane.

I had fully intended for it to be a temporary job. Just a job to take the time until I could move properly. Once moving past how the patients would yell things at you, it wasn't the worst job ever.

Maybe the biggest annoyance came in the form of Dr. Frederick Chilton. He wasn't absolutely awful. He was just cocky. And the moment he had a second alone with me, he made enough flirtatious remarks to fill multiple pages of a notebook.

I didn't mind that much. It was just more irritating than anything.

"Dr. Chilton," I knocked as I leaned into his office.

"(Y/n)," he greeted before leaning against the front of his desk. "Come on in. What can I help you with?"

"I just wanted to talk about something," I said quietly. He nodded. "Do you flirt with all of the nurses or is it just me?"

He scoffed, "Very blunt today, aren't we?"

"I have to be when it's becoming an obstacle during my work," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And if I told you that I didn't?"

"I wouldn't worry as much about you just being an H.R. nightmare."

He chuckled and shook his head before looking at me, "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Would there be a few problems with a nurse going on a date with an administrator?"

"Gotta make H.R.'s life a nightmare somehow," Chilton shrugged.

I walked over slowly.

He stood up a little taller as I got closer. I leaned in a kissed him gently, cupping the side of his face. He tried to follow me as I leaned back. I bit back a chuckle.

"I'll see you after my shift," I said before walking away.

"Yeah... see you..."

Beverly Katz:

Asking Beverly out on a date was one of the most awkward moments of my life. But after she said yes, it felt like a weight rolled off my shoulders.

I thought I'd never have to deal with that pressure again.

And then the end of the date rolled around.

I had been fine during the date. I had followed the conversation pretty well; I hadn't embarrassed myself. It had all gone very well.

But when I dropped Beverly off at home, I felt all of those nerves coming back. I walked her to her door and said goodnight. I was about to walk away when she stopped me.

"(Y/n)," she called as I was walking away.

I stopped to turn to her.

"Come back here and kiss me," she chuckled.

"What," I asked in shock. She smirked at me. "Oh, okay."

I jogged back over to her and pressed my lips to hers. She let out a laugh against my lips as she cupped the sides of my face. My hands touched her sides as I smiled against her lips.

When she pulled away, we both just stood there for a second, smiling at each other.

"I-I'll see you tomorrow," I said after a moment before pecking her lips again. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

I offered one more awkward wave before leaving for the night.

Bedelia Du Maurier:

Bedelia and I were working together on a paper I was hoping to publish. She only saw one patient now, but she had years of experience that helped me gather previous research and make sense of the results I got.

It was all coming together. She had just been doing a final proofread before we started the next big step in the paper.

I walked into her house anxiously, "Bedelia?"

"In here," she replied.

Her office was simple. The two chairs in the middle of the room were truly the center of attention.

She was standing over by the window, flipping through pages. My paper.

"Hi," I said as I walked over. I stood across from her on the other side of the window. "How does it look?"

"I think it looks good," she nodded. "We're getting to the final changes, which is very good. We got here much quicker than I thought we would."

I grinned.

"I've made some notes on this copy, so I'd advise you take this back with you and look them over."

I took the pages from her hand, "I truly can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me."

"It's been my pleasure," she replied. "Your research has been very interesting."

I looked down at the paper, ignoring how nervous she made me.

"If everything goes well, this work will help you get a lot of respect. I'm happy to be-"

I quickly leaned up and pressed my lips to hers. I leaned back quickly. I didn't have to answer any questions later because there was a knock at the door.

"I'll let you know when I get a chance to go over the notes you left," I muttered before quickly walking out.

I brushed by whoever was on the other side of the door.

As I sat in my car, trying to calm my breathing, I facepalmed.

I don't know which made me feel more stupid, kissing her so awkwardly or that I ran away so fast.

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