#anselm vogelweide x you

[angel-of-the-moons]

Carry-Ons

Anselm Vogelweide x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Anselm being a shameless weirdo, sex toys, NSFW stuff, references to sex so not for kiddies!

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A/N: I blame @reallyrallyauthor for this asjlsnodn. I haven't seen the movie yet but from your writings plus the scene comps I've seen I got this stupid ass idea in my head I have to spit out. Feeling a bit under the weather because of a tummy bug but I'm hoping to get over it so we can still make the family trip.

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When his private plane was down due to a recall on vital parts, Anselm was livid. He had planned on treating you to a nice rural trip for the two of you, where no distractions or "business" aims to worry about. Where--he hoped--the two of you would spend almost the whole two weeks fornicating like horny rabbits in springtime.

He was trying to find different methods of travel, even looking at private charters or possibly outright buying a new jet. He had the money to do it, of course.

But Anselm was completely flummoxed when you actually brought up the idea of flying on a public flight. Like a lowly... commoner!

"Oh, come on. It's cheaper, you don't have to do much..." You say, rolling your eyes as you clicked through flights on your laptop. "And it'd save a little bit of money, if you think about it."

Anselm huffed, licking the spoon free of ice cream (perhaps being a bit too messy with it, intentionally) and rolled his eyes right back. "Money is hardly a concern for me, my love."

"C'mon! It could be fun." You try, grinning and batting your eyelashes at him.

He shot you a skeptical look.

Yeah, he wasn't gonna budge on this, was he?

Well, it's a good thing you know how to talk and twist Anselm to bend how you want him. Both figuratively and literally.

You slowly slide your laptop off of your lap and stand from the expensive leather chaise, sauntering over to his desk and perching your ass firmly on the edge, scooting over until your legs bracketed his torso, your feet planted on either side of his hips and pushing into the cushioning.

Almost immediately, a hungry glare overtakes him, his eyes behind his glasses becoming dark and stormy as he quirked a thick brow.

You pull the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit and wipe his messy beard, tutting playfully. "Honestly, Anselm, you eat like a messy toddler, sometimes."

"Oh... I thought you liked it when I ate messy?" He crooned, tilting his head as your fingers brush through his beard. "Especially if how much you writhe and soak my beard with that sweet little cunt of yours is anything to go by..."

You scoff and chuckle, rolling your eyes at him as you flick him in the chest with the handkerchief. "You know what I mean."

"Hmm, yes." He purred, his hands immediately going to your inner thighs, his thumbs teasing the edges of your stockings, hiking your skirt up to playfully pluck at your garter straps.

Anselm's eyes immediately went between your legs, his tongue running along the seam of his lips as he stared at your crotch.

"Ah-ah." You say, fingers gripping his chin to force him to look at you.

"You're no fun, sometimes, darling." Anselm pouts, his brows furrowing. "Such a tease."

"Will you consider booking a flight, then?" You ask once more.

He frowns further. "No."

You pout in return, your fingers snagging the curls of his beard as you consider another approach.

"Well..." You purr, relinquishing your grip on his beard to grip at his messy salt and pepper curls, tugging his head down so you could look down on him further.

His eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens in a low, breathy sound as you continue.

"How about this... When we book the plane, when we get to the cabin..." You tug him up so you can brush the scars over his left ear with your lips, '...you can do whatever you want to me. Or vice versa."

The moan that comes from him is damn near pornographic, and he viciously licks his lips to moisten them.

"Yes. But we only fly first class." He rattles off, his breath hitching.

Got 'im.

You grin mischievously and hum, "Good boy, Anselm." You begin to turn to get off of his large, ornate desk to return to your laptop and book a flight.

His hands seize your thighs again, and he growls up at you.

"Where do you think you're going?" He rasps, his hands yanking your panties down and pushing your skirt up further.

His thumbs part your folds and once more he licks his lips like a hungry dog.

"If I'm to suffer the embarrassment of flying public... I demand some up front compensation."

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Of course Anselm had booked all of the first class seats just so the two of you wouldn't have to sit around other people. It was such an Anselm thing to do.

You had to deal with him loudly complaining of the pitiful lounge you were able to wait in, swatting him on the leg when he would get rude with a random person.

However, watching him deal with a woman who was harassing the staff of the airport over a simple problem with a simple fix was funny. The woman was clearly intoxicated while he began to lay into her.

"Honestly, my dear. Could you make it any more plain that your parents are brother and sister?" He'd said, his tone neutral, the drawl of his native tongue heavy with each word uttered, much to the woman's shock (and the staff's amusement).

"You are obviously wading in the shallow end of your gene pool, judging by how misplaced your teeth seem to be. Your brain must not be developed properly either because you cannot grasp the simple solution to your problem." He clicked his tongue and you had to hide your mouth behind your hand to cover up the laugh that was trying to bubble free as the woman tried to flounder.

Anselm didn't let up.

"Did your mother-aunt drink whilst pregnant with you? Surely you're suffering from fetal alcohol syndrome, or some kind of mental deficiency in a similar regard. Even your excuse for an "accent" makes you sound inbred and ignorant. You--"

The inebriated woman immediately began to bawl as she fled for the bathroom, her heavy mascara running down her face as Anselm slapped a wad of bills into the hand of the poor young worker, shoo'ing them off.

"Split it amongst yourselves. Honestly, I would have shot the bitch and called it a day." He dismissed, walking with you to the bag checking area, his leg brace squeaking almost as loud as you began to cackle.

"I only punish the staff that deserve it, my love." Anselm said, kissing your cheek. "That woman was a filthy creature who needed to be told such things. Honestly, that poor child looked ready to crumble from that woman's verbal abuse."

You grin at him, your matching suitcases wheeling behind you as you pulled them. It was only fair after basically bullying Anselm into booking a public flight.

Honestly now it was more an experiment to see how he would act--to "loosen the leash" a bit on him, you might say--in a "low-budget" public setting such as this. You didn't regret it one bit.

You let the security crew help you hoist your suitcases up and slide them across the metal table, Anselm looking frankly bored already at the tedium. Checking his oxygen tank was rather simple--even if you had suspicions that it didn't contain "oxygen" at all--and it passed through quickly without much examination.

The x-ray beeps softly as the first suitcase is scanned--and the guards frown with concern as they pull it out to check it.

"People are like that everywhere if you're unlucky." You say as the second guard unzips the first suitcase. "Hopefully we won't have any more--"

Your voice goes silent as the top to the suitcase flops open, and placed nice and neat atop the folded laundry...

...was a rather large, ornate, custom dildo and a cushioned leather harness.

The guard slowly creeps his wide eyes up to you as his coworker turns to cough, his face reddening as he tried to hold in his laughter.

"Uh, ma'am--" The one holding the case stuttered.

"That's not my suitcase." You say.

You and the two guards stare at each other, blinking owlishly until all three of you slowly turn to look at Anselm, who was leaning on his cane, a bored but also slightly amused smirk on his face as he watched the debacle.

"...What?" He asked innocently, quirking an eyebrow at the lot of you. "I kept my luggage within acceptable weight limits."

"Uh... I don't... Uh, I'm not sure--" The guard turned to look at his coworker for help, his eyes wide and pleading for help, his cheeks flushed with color.

"I-Is there a protocol for... for--"

"Gah, will I not be able to bring it?" Anselm frowns deeply, an irritated tone slipping into his voice. "I had it custom made, you know. I'd hoped we could make use of it."

He clicked his tongue and shrugged boredly, "Either on the plane or at our destination, I don't care which..."

You pinch the bridge of your nose and curse, trying not to smile and laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Of course the shithead would pull a stunt like this.

The guards looked like a strange cocktail of amused, confused, worried, and aghast at the thoughts running through their heads.

"Uh... I don't... I don't think you can bring that on the flight. For... for security.... reasons..." The younger guard stammered out, awkwardly adjusting his collar with his finger.

Anselm sighs and rolls his eyes, waving his hand. "Fine, fine, you can keep it. I suppose I'll have to check what kind of stores I can order from while we're at our destination."

"Anselm!" You hiss, a grin on your face despite your mortification as the poor guard--in view of cameras and other people no less!--hoists the hefty glass dildo out of the suitcase and sets it in a separate container off to the side, coughing nervously as he checks the rest of your things.

As you boarded the flight, your suitcases being loaded and your carry-on bag thoroughly inspected--you elbowed Anselm.

"What the hell was that?!" You whisper-shout.

Anselm grinned at you, much like a hungry shark.

"Why my dear... If I must suffer the embarrassment of flying public... you deserve a little embarrassment yourself."

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Trine

Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Trine Masterlist • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Blue needs to make a deal with Anselm, Anselm has other things on his mind.

Part 2/Series Masterlist

A/N: I'm sorry.

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (m receiving), hand job, Blue kinda going into sub space, I have not proof read this (I’m so sorry I just can’t look at it anymore), please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 3793

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Blue shifts a little nervously in his chair. He wasn’t used to this, being the one that wasn’t in control, wasn’t holding all the cards.

He didn’t like it.

But there wasn’t any way around it. 

Anselm owned the police, owned the government, and if Blue wanted to expand the club and make certain annoyances go away, then he had to get into bed with Anselm. Figuratively, of course. 

Blue hadn’t expected to actually meet with the man in person, surely he was far too busy for that. And while Blue didn’t doubt the personal sway he had in his own fair sized pond, he was aware enough to know Anselm was a big fish in a very big ocean. 

Which was why this meeting, and the suddenness of it, had caught him off guard a little.

“And obviously, that percent of the cut would be very highly in your favour.” Blue stumbled a little over his words, his normal silver tongue rusted over. 

Anselm sat on the opposite side of the desk, his fingers elegantly placed over his chin as he listened. He was, irritatingly, unreadable. Though the smallest smile did pull at the corner of his lips. 

Blue hoped that was a good sign. 

The other thing, person, that was throwing him off his game was you.

When he’d been shown into the impressively large office, more space in this one room than most people had in their whole homes, he had noticed you instantly. Reclining on the red chaise lounge to his left. 

You had given him a small smile and that had been enough to make his throat bob and blood quickly rush downwards. He had shaken his head and tried to ignore you, sneaking small sideways glances every so often. 

Anselm hadn’t introduced you, but he looked at you every now and then. Only moving his eyes in a silent question to which you either nodded or shook your head. 

It was unnerving to say the least. 

Your eyes stayed fixed on Blue, admiring him as if he was a sculpture in a gallery or some sumptuous banquet, not a businessman trying to make a deal.  

Anselm had been staring at him for a good fifty seconds now without speaking, without replying. 

Blue swallowed and risked another small glance at you. 

“And what makes you think that percentage is of interest to me, Mr Jones?” 

Anselm’s voice, low and velvet smooth, cutting through the air like a dagger. 

“I, ah, it’s very generous for you, and,” Blue tried to make sure to choose his words carefully. “And, of course you would be able to have full use of my club and it’s services at any time-”

Anselm chuckled, not unkindly, and leaned back in his seat. “What makes you think I have need of your club's services?” 

“Well,” suddenly his tie felt a little too tight, “there are many things my club has to offer, alcohol, gambling, my girls-”

“Are you implying,” he moved his hand from his face to rest against the desk, “that my wife,” he glances at you, “doesn’t satisfy me?”

You chuckle. 

Blood visibly drains from Blue’s face. “No, I, that’s not,” oh shit, oh fuck, ohshitshitshitshitshit, “I obviously didn’t mean any offense, I,” his wife, his wife, you’re his fucking wife, he’d been sneaking looks at one of the most powerful and dangerous men in the world’s wife. “Of course, meant that you might be needing, wanting to entertain business associates and-”

“Stop teasing him.” You say to Anselm, a wide grin on your face. “Can’t you see the poor thing’s going to pass out from fright?” 

While normally Blue would take a little more than umbrage at being called a ‘poor thing’, in this instance he was very thankful for it. 

Anselm visibly relaxed, holding his hand ups. “I have to apologise for my tendency to wind others up.” 

“It’s no problem,” Blue swallows. “Nothing to apologise for.” 

Anselm smiles. “So, you want my help so that your business can expand, yes?”

Blue nods. 

“What I want to know is, what will you offer me in exchange?” 

Blue pauses, the question throws him for a loop, he’d just spent the better part of the last forty minutes explaining all the things he was offering Anselm. Every single thing that he could possibly think of to make the deal and sweeten it too. 

He gripped his hands together, interlocking his fingers and squeezing to stop the slight shake that threatened to breakthrough. 

“Like I said,” Blue pulls his best customer service smile onto his face, “there are many things this deal has to offer that would benefit you, the cut of profits alone-”

“I’m not interested in money, Blue.” 

Blue frowns, a look of confusion crossing his face. A deep sense of dread begins to build in his stomach, why did Anselm even want this meeting in the first place? Surely he knew what was on the table, he wasn’t an idiot, he-

You place your hands on Blue’s shoulders and he visibly jumps, having not realised or heard you get up and walk behind him. The action brings a smile to your face. 

You lean down ever so slightly, brushing your chest against the back of his neck. “Anselm’s interested in you.”

Blue freezes, his brain going over your words and checking for errors, making sure he really did hear what he thought he had. 

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” You ask, leaning close and whispering against his ear. “My husband being interested in you?” 

Blue shivers as your proximity, the smell of your perfume intoxicating. “I… um, well, I mean…” He swallows, surely you mean as a business partner, yes, of course, that was it. “I’m faltered, I try to run my club to the best of my-”

“No, no, no,” you whisper, biting back a smile and lightly tracing your hands over his shoulders. “Interested in you.”

“Oh…” Blue paused, the smallest flush dusting his cheeks. “I… I imagine it’s not a big deal,  I don’t think, I mean, well, I’ve never…”

“You’ve never… what, Blue?” You whisper, your voice even softer than before as you slowly kiss his neck, just under his ear. 

Blue swallows again, the audible gulp echoing in the silence, his breathing hard. 

You skim your hands along his chest and start to loosen his tie as Anselm watches with interest. 

Blue blinks heavily. “I… what, what are you doing?” He makes no move to halt your actions, if anything he leans slightly into it. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You mutter against his skin, in between kisses.

His dick twitches, growing harder with every brush of your lips. 

His heartbeat echoes in his temples and shakes his head. “No, don’t stop.” His voice sounds wrecked already, weak and wanting. The anxious energy from the meeting, the adrenaline, quickly mixed with arousal. 

“Good.” 

You glance up at your husband, he smiles watching you both with rapt attention, amused at how quickly Blue seems to be falling apart.  

He shifts in his seat, moving back towards you and your mouth and breathing heavily. 

You suck lightly on his pulse point and he lets out a soft moan. He doesn’t notice you continuing to undo his shirt buttons as you scrap your teeth over his skin. 

“Don’t any of your girls take care of you?” Anselm asks, amusement clear in his voice. 

It takes Blue a good few seconds longer than it should for him to register that he’s being spoken to, and then a few more seconds after than to formulate a response. 

“They… ah, they do, they,” he swallows and gasps as you drag your teeth over his skin. “Not like this… never have any of the girls… been like this.” 

There was something about it, something heady and thrilling that made him almost lightheaded. That he wasn’t taking, he was being taken. 

Anselm chuckles softly. 

Blue lets his eyes fall closed as he leans his head back, giving you more access. It was like he could melt away, just let everything go and just be. “It’s…” He swallows again, struggling to even formulate the words in his mind to begin with. “It’s… different.” 

You sink your teeth into his neck, hard enough to bruise, and then suck a love bite against his jugular. 

Blue moans loudly, wantonly and instinctively reaches back with his hand to grab at you, any part of you. He squeezes your leg, a whispered, “please,” falling out of his lips without him even realising. 

“She’s very good with her mouth… and her hands.” Anselm growls, his eyes dark and blown wide with lust. 

You smile against Blue’s skin, biting him harder, the action just on the border of being too much and somehow not enough. 

“Oh, oh god…” Blue mutters, keening into your touch as you slide your hands under his now completely open shirt and across his chest. 

You lightly pinch his right nipple, scratching over it with the tip of your nail and Blue gaps, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation. 

You repeat the action and his hips buck upwards automatically, another soft moan escaping his lips. 

There’s no way he could possibly hide his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers, begging to be let free. 

“You like my wife’s hands and mouth then?” Anselm asks matter of factly, his voice low and rich. 

Blue manages to open his eyes, to focus on something other than you for more than a second, “yes,” he whispers at the exact moment you bite down on his skin again. “Oh god, that, please,” his eyes close, scrunching up tightly as his stomach muscles twitch under your hands. 

He shouldn’t be letting you do this, letting you touch him and tease him and completely wreck him. He’d blush at the thought of someone doing this to him in private, let alone in front of an audience. But all he wants to do, all he can bring himself to do is just lean back into your touches and caresses and let the pleasure grow warm in his belly. 

You sink your left hand lower and lower, grazing along his chest and stomach until the tips of your fingers skim the edge of his trousers. Your touch light and teasing. 

“I, oh please,” he swallows, his throat bobbing under your tongue, “yes, please,” he squeezes your leg, needing something solid to ground himself. “I-”

“That mouth of yours is so pretty.” You mutter into Blue’s ear, your voice soft and sweet. “Why don’t we put it to better use?” 

Blue’s lost for a moment, still mesmerised by your lips on his skin. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, trying to give you better access. 

It’s only when your lips still, your right hand sliding up to his jaw to hold him in place, that slowly your words start to trickle into his brain. 

“I…” He bites his lip, a small frown of confusion blossoming across his face. 

“Come on,” you slowly coax him out of the chair and to his knees as Anselm stands gracefully and walks around his desk to stop directly in front of Blue. 

Blue follows your directions, distracted by the little kisses you plant over his cheek and temple. 

It’s the click of Anselm’s shoes that bring him back to his surroundings. He glances up, catching the other man’s eyes and swallows nervously. His pulse thunders under your hands and lips. 

Anselm looks down at Blue and smiles, admiring how ruined he already looks, his skin flushed, hair unkept and his neck littered with bruises that your lips and teeth left. 

Heat rises to Blue’s face, he’s captivated by Anselm’s gaze, hot and needy, like liquid gold burning into him. It’s almost enough to distract from the sizable and obvious bulge in the older man’s trousers, that is now at perfect eye level with Blue.

A strange mix of panic and anticipation twists in his chest and Blue looks down. Surely, if-

“”Uh, uh, uh,” you tut and tilt Blue’s face back up to Anselm, keeping a firm hold of his jaw while your other hand teases along his trouser’s fly. 

He looks up at Anselm, forced to once again make eye contact. Shame boils along his veins, humiliation at being here, in this position like some common whore and not even trying to fight it. 

The urge to just give in, to revel in it is so strong. He wants to- No, he’s doing this for his club, his staff, his girls, his customers, if this is what it takes to expand then so be it. He’d get into bed with Anselm, literally. 

You press your chest into Blue’s back, forcing him forward ever so slightly as you reach up and leisurely unzip Anselm’s trousers. 

He watches you and Blue, his head tilted to the side as if he was reading some amusing anecdote in the morning paper. 

Painstakingly slowly, you unbuckle his belt and take out his cock. Anselm sighs as your warm hand touches him and finally frees him from the confines of his trousers. 

You run your hand over his length a few times, pumping him up and down and rubbing your thumb over the head in a way you know he likes. 

Blue watches, hypnotised, his dick twitches and aches with every touch he sees you make. He’d never been this close to another man’s… He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He shouldn’t be getting off to this.

You kiss Blue’s neck again, soft and teasing, amused at how enraptured he is with the sight before him. 

A small moan escapes Blue’s lips, it’s quiet, but undeniable. His eyes go wide instantly, and he stiffens as embarrassment overtakes him. 

“Good boy,” you whisper against his ear. “You like it don’t you?” 

Blue stays quiet. 

“Hmmm?” You pinch his chin lightly with your free hand.

And slowly Blue nods.

Anselm gets out a shaky sigh and you grin.

“We’ll make you feel so good, I promise.” You whisper again, though Blue isn’t completely sure who you're talking to. 

You place another kiss against Blue’s neck and slide your hand on his chin down to grip his jaw with just enough pressure to border on painful. 

“Just enjoy it.” You mutter into Blue’s ear and guide him towards Anselm’s weeping cock. 

He lets you move him, your chest still flush against his back, using your weight as an extra guiding movement. 

Blue pauses, faltering for a second as he gets close, nearly able to touch Anselm if he stuck out his tongue. 

It’s obviously what you want him to do, what you both want him to do, but panic still flares in his mind, he’s never, not with a guy. And it’s so big, there no way he’d be able to fit it all in his mouth and-

“Shh, it’s okay,” you soothe as Blue lets out a little nervous whimper. You tap against his lips with your forefinger, pushing down gently so that he slowly parts them. “There we go.” 

Blue breathes out shakily as you press him closer, guiding him forward. How did his girls even do this? Blue tries to recall past memories, maybe if he'd paid closer attention and not been so caught up in the pleasure of their mouths he’d have a little more to fall back on now. Not that he ever realised that he’d need to rely on that information. 

Heat rises to his cheeks as he pauses, letting his mind overfill with racing thoughts. But it doesn’t last long. 

Anselm takes hold of the back of his head as you guide Blue, pulling at his chin as he takes Anselm’s cock into his mouth. 

“Good boy.” You whisper. 

Anselm lets out a sigh as he swallows around him and Blue tries to force his full length into his mouth. He coughs, chokes and splutters and even though Anselm groans he pushes Blue back slightly. 

Blue looks up at him, tears in the corner of his eyes from coughing. There’s a panic there, a fear of being disappointing. He opens his mouth to apologise but Anselm speaks first. 

“Don’t want you to suffocate on it.” The older man teases.

You chuckle. “Good enthusiasm.”

Blue bites his lip and swallows, your praise goes straight to his dick. 

“Let’s try slower, hmm? Don’t take as much. Why don’t you lick it all over?” You run your finger over your husband’s cock, from the base to the tip, showing Blue where to put his tongue. 

He nods, the movement small and almost shy. 

You guide him back to Anselm, pressing lightly on the back of his neck and whispering praises as he darts out his tongue. 

“There you go,” you breathe as Blue licks him slowly, broad flat strokes that run up the length of his cock. 

He flicks his tongue over the head, remembering a blow job he’d received on the couch in his own office and Anselm groans low in his chest. 

The precome is salty, but pleasant and he realises, surprisingly, that he sort of likes it.

“You’re doing so good Blue.” You kiss below his ear, your own voice needy as heat builds between your legs. 

Blue lets out a soft moan at the praise and sucks the tip into his mouth. He slowly bobs his head up and down, eyes closed, trying to get a little deeper, take a little more, each time. 

Anselm’s hand goes back to Blue’s head, pulling lightly at his hair as he guides him. 

“So good Blue, keeping going, that’s it.” You slide your own hands down to Blue’s waist and unbuckle his trousers. 

Blue’s breathing hitches, he almost stops his movements but Anselm gently presses him back down, slowly guiding his cock in and out of his eager mouth. 

You trail the edge of your nails down Blue’s dick teasingly and he twitches against your touch, hard and hot, as he moans around Anselm’s length. 

“You’re doing so good,” you whisper as you take Blue’s cock in your hand and start to pump him in time with the bob’s of his head. “I know he’s big, you’re doing so well.” 

Blue moans again, a strange lightness builds in his chest with every positive word. His jaw aches, salvia is running down his chin and every now and then he takes Anselm just a little too deeply and has to pull back and try again. But it feels so good, so right, to have you both there, touching him and using him, and- oh!

He moans deeply, bucking his hips into your hands as you twist your wrist and start to move faster, changing your teasing strokes into full blown movements. 

He swallows around Anselm, his muffled cries of pleasure vibrating around his dick deliciously.

Anselm groans, thrusting a little harder into Blue’s mouth and growling. 

“Oh, he’s gonna come all down your pretty throat. You gonna be good and swallow all of it aren’t you?” 

Blue lets out a muffled cry, yes, yes he wants that, wants this so badly. 

You stroke him harder, pressing your chest flush against his back and feeling how his thighs shake, his muscles twitch under every movement. 

Pleasure drowns him, overwhelms the pain in his jaw, the ache in his knees. All he can feel is Anselm hot in his mouth and your hand on his dick, pulling him closer and closer and-

Anselm moans loudly, throating his head back, one hand gripping the desk behind him as he thrusts deep. He holds Blue tightly against him as he cums down his throat. 

Blue moans, trying his best to swallow and not choke. It’s easier said than done and some of Anselm’s cum slips past his lips and trails down his chin. 

You take hold of Blue’s neck, pulling him back as Anselm lets go and leans back against his desk, breathing hard. 

“Well done, you did such a good job.” You bite his neck, sucking hard as you hold him against you and pick up your pace. 

Blue cries out, moaning beautifully, as you stroke him faster and faster, his hips shaking, every muscle in his body tense.

“Oh god,” it’s too much, everything’s too much, he’s going to burst and fall apart at the seams and- he sobs as he cums, thrusting up into your hand and spilling himself all over the polished wooden floor. 

It seems to go on and on, the pleasure flaying his every nerve, as he cums harder than he ever has in his whole life. 

He falls back against your chest, boneless, and would have surely ended up in a heap on the floor if you hadn’t been supporting him. He breathes hard, skin flushed and sweaty.

You lightly kiss his temple. 

Blue’s mind is blissfully quiet, so caught up in the afterglow it was impossible to even think. 

Anselm smiles down at him as he tucks himself back into his trousers. He side steps the cum on the floor and leans down, licking his own spend from Blue’s chin before kissing his lips. 

Blue lets out a contented sigh as Anselm’s beard tickles his chin. 

“Such a good boy,” Anselm mutters, his low voice rumbling through Blue. 

“He is, isn’t he?” You smile. 

Both you and Anselm hold Blue for a few minutes, kissing and caressingly gently, whispering soft praises as you massaged his skin. 

You then both helped him to stand and dress as Blue wobbled a little like a baby deer taking his first steps. 

Blue watched you both, a little stunned and still blissed out as you straightened his tie. 

You kiss his left cheek, while Anselm kisses his right. 

“Well, Mr Jones, I’d say that was a very productive meeting. You’ll have my full support.” Anselm smiles and shakes his hand, his tone calm and professional, as if they had just both played a round of golf and not done… that. 

Blue nods, his mind still not caught up with him. 

“My assistant outside will show you out and we’ll be intouch.” Anselm walks Blue to the door, opening it for him and seeing him out. 

Everything still seems a little hazy, dreamlike almost. Blue turns to say something, even though he’s not sure what it is. 

Through the closing gap in the door he sees Anselm kiss you deeply and lead you back to the chaise lounge, pushing you down and hooking your legs over his hips while you hold him tightly. 

For a moment he catches your eyes and you smile, biting your lip. And then the door shuts and you both are gone. 

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[the-witheredroses]

Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Thanks for reading!

Lmk if you want me to add more of his characters or do a different set of characters (like Genshin men for ex.)

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◆Blue Jones Masterlist

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🔪🌙Jake Lockley Masterlist

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🌌Poe Dameron Masterlist

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[midgardian-witch]

Everytime I read the part where reader chastises Anselm for making a mess I have to smile. It's so sweet in a morbid way. It's subtle how eager Anselm is to make his birdie happy and yet doesn't necessarily change his ways at all. He softens a bit at the edges but he doesn't like reform himself and does a 180. Because he doesn't have to for him and birdie to fit and I think that's beautiful 💙

I had to msg you about this because… it is so exactly what is happening. I don’t even have words to describe how floored I am and how accurate you are about this whole thing. It is so important to me that these people not have to change to be together (they just make each other weirder) and thank you so much for seeing that!!!

I wish I could hug you, seriously because you summed up these ridiculous-in-love-people so succinctly! Thank you a million, billion, gazillion times.

Hope you're having a great day!!! And you made my day so much better!!!!

I'm so glad I could make your day better! 💙

To me this is all very clear in your writing and I love reading about how you make Anselm and Birdie grow together as a couple. As I said neither of them changes a lot for the other. It's small compromises and a bit of filing off the edges; Anselm becoming a bit softer, Birdie getting used to the violence.

And as you said: they make eachother weirder! Because while at first glance Anselm seems to be the only weirdo in the relationship that is not true. I don't remember which part it was in but at one point Anselm told Birdie smth along the lines of "You were never normal, you just cosplayed normal to get by. You are a little weirdo just like me!" and while that does sound like smth a villain would say (which also kinda fits tbh) it also shows us - as the reader - not just that Anselm knows how to read Birdie but also that, well, 'birds of a feather stick together' (pun intended). They are so similar in ways that aren't obvious at first glance and I love how you explore that.

To make things short: I enjoy your Anselm/Birdie series immensely and you're doing an amazing job at showing how they work together as a couple while making it both hot and very entertaining but also very thoughtful.

[campingwiththecharmings]

*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in October, but that’s when I read them 😊

🔥 - explicit/mature content

Star Wars

Sunk (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @reallyrallyauthor

🔥An Unorthodox Method (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok

🔥Kinktober Day 1 (Love Bites) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 4 (Sex Pollen) (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Soft and Slow) (Cal Kestis x Reader) - @flightlessangelwings

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (Stripping) (Stripper!Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @youvebeenlivingfictional

I just called to say I love you (Poe Dameron x Reader) - @nowritingonthewall

Adore you (Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 25 (Breeding) (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) (Part of the Gardens of Babylon Universe) - @spacecowboyhotch

Moon Knight

🔥Over the Counter (DBF!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

Vivid (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Shades of the Moon (Virgin!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Boundless (Witch Hunter!Marc x Witch!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Price You Gotta Pay (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥The Sweetest Sound (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥The Sweetest Taste (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Kinktober Day 10 (formal wear) (Steven Grant x Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 6 (Phone Sex) (Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Kinktober Day 12 (Formal Wear) (Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥What a Show (Mafia!Jake Lockley x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥La Petite Mort (Ghost!Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Pumpkin Porno (OnlyFans!Steven Grant) - @ominoose

In the morning light (Marc Spector x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Nature Boy (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Sleeping Dogs (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥What A Wicked Thing To Do (Werewolf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) (Part of the Dancing with Wolves Series) - @hon3yboy

🔥Kinktober Day 23 (Begging) (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

🔥Couch Sex with Miguel (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming) (College!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥soft s3x and grey sweats (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @wyvernest

Ex Machina

🔥Peak-A-Boo (Ghostface!Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

🔥Perfect Little Fuck Toy (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

Sucker Punch

🔥Product Demonstration (Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor

🔥Monster Mash (Rockstar!Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @hon3yboy

Triple Frontier

Under cotton and calicoes (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

Make this feel like home (Santiago Garcia x Reader) - @dailyreverie

🔥Kinktober Day 30 (Cunnilingus) (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

🔥Just A Little Push (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme

Scenes From a Marriage

🔥Kinktober Day 2 (bath/shower) (Jonathan Levy x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥Kinktober Day 15 (Against a Wall & Voice Kink) (Jonathan Levy x Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch

The Two Faces of January

🔥Kinktober Day 7 (Slow and Soft) (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces

🔥body talk (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) (part of the Oxford Comma series) - @whatthefishh

Misc.

🔥Just A Scratch (Jack Mohave x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Take Care (Anselm Vogelweide x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥Service Fee (Llewyn Davis x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🔥If You Wanna Be Wild (Javier Peña x Latina!sex worker!informant!Reader x Santiago Garcia) - @romanarose and @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction (i already recced this but there's more so 🙃)

Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️

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Ouran High School Host Club

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