#anselm vogelweide x fem!reader

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Vampire!Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x Vampire!afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • ko-fi •

Summary: You and your husband are enjoying entertaining a guest.

A/N: For @oddballwriter and their wonderful thoughts about Trine but vampires, you're so correct. (I'm sure this fic is 10000% only going to interest me, but there we go.)

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Warnings: Anselm and reader are married, Blue not realising he's in a relationship with vampires, blow jobs, hand jobs, biting, blood drinking, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2132

Blue opens his eyes groggily, his head throbbing. 

He groans and rolls over in bed, away from the early afternoon sunshine that’s cutting into his eyes. It stings. Burns almost. 

He must have a hangover. That was it. That must be it. 

Blue sits up slowly, pulling off the golden silk sheets that have become wrapped around his body while he slept. 

There’s a pitch of water and an ornate glass on the bedside table. But suddenly his mouth is so dry that even the thought of bothering to pour the water into a glass irritates him. He takes hold of the jug and downs it in three long glugs. 

He dresses quickly, but stands up too fast and has to lay down again for a few minutes until the wave of dizziness passes. 

When he looks at himself in the surprisingly small mirror on the vanity he looks pale, drawn, with dark circles under his eyes. He tuts, rubbing his hand over his skin and the stubble on his jaw. Really, he should bathe and shave. Maybe after breakfast. 

Before Blue heads downstairs he adjusts his shirt, it’s loose, billowy and starch white with a low deep collar. You and Anselm always seemed to lay out a similar style for him. 

He doesn’t run into anyone on the way, which he has grown used to. It’s like the mansion comes alive at night, especially with all the parties and soirees you and Anselm throw, your staff are practically on a permanent night shift. 

He walks softly into the smaller, more private dining room, about to go further on into the kitchen. He was hungry and not above making his own food, when your hand on his shoulder startles him. 

He jumps, whipping around. 

“I’m so sorry,” You smile kindly, “I didn’t mean to surprise you.” You stroke his cheek, the rapid thump of his heart echoing in your hand. 

“It’s… it’s alright.” He smiles back. Blue was sure there were secret passages in the house, the way you and Anselm always seemed to just appear. Silent and poised. 

You look perfect, growing and radiant and Blue shifts his shoulders a little self consciously, here you were looking like an angel and while he felt like he needed a week in bed. Maybe he was coming down with something. 

“What’s wrong?” You frown a little, your head cocked to the side as if you could read his distress. 

He shakes his head, “Nothing, just hungry.” 

You nod, though you don’t believe him, and guide him to the table. Blue watches you as you move, almost hypnotised by the feel of your hand on his arm, how you seem to glide across the floor. 

You baby him a little as you sit him down and push in his chair while you kiss the top of his head. But he adores it. 

“I’ll speak to the kitchen.” You smile and stroke his jaw, dragging your nails over his stubble. “Is there anything you’re hungry for?” 

“I can make it myself, I don’t want to be a bothe-”

You hush him quickly, bending down and pressing a kiss to his lips. Blue groans softly and tries to follow you when you pull back. Lightly, you tap his nose with your forefinger and he beams at you.

“Is there anything you want to eat?” You repeat, a little firmer this time, but still teasingly kind. 

He bites his lip for a second, “I know it’s early… but…” He relaxes a little when you nod reassuringly. “That port you have, I don’t know why, it’s so nice… maybe a small glass?” 

You grin, “Of course” and kiss his cheek before you leave. 

You move so quickly, seemingly there one second and at the door the next. Blue shakes his head, he really must be tired. 

“And how did my love sleep?” Anselm’s voice makes him jump again, jolting like he’d been hit by an electric current. “I’m sorry, my love.” He smiles, his eyes sparkling. He leans down and kisses Blue on the temple and cheek before he sits next to him. 

“I swear you do that on purpose.” Blue pouts a little and Anselm grins wickedly. It was always the game: a little bratty, bordering on rudeness for Anselm, while he was a good, sweet boy for you. Most of the time. 

“What, my sweet?” 

“Both of you…” Blue huffs, putting it on a little. “Sneak up on me.” Anselm laughs loudly and the sound warms Blue’s heart. “Maybe we do, my love, maybe we like to see your body jump and heart race?” 

Blue hides his smile, “Horrible, both of you.” 

“Now, now,” Anselm leans closer, pressing his mouth up against Blue’s ear. “I don’t think you want to go around throwing that kind of accusation, do you?” 

Blue shivers, his eyes closing ever so slightly as he leans nearer. 

“Or, I’ll show you, my pet. Just how horrible I can be.” He darts out his tongue and lightly licks over the shell of Blue’s ear. 

He lets out the smallest whine, a truly pathetic sound that makes Anselm’s mouth water. 

Anselm takes hold of his jaw and sucks his earlobe into his mouth, biting lightly. 

As you walk back into the room, you’re greeted with a lovely sight. Blue on his knees on the floor between Anselm’s spread legs. His mouth is full, a light gagging echoing off the walls as Anselm guides him by the hand on the back of Blue’s neck, making him take his thick cock deeper and deeper. 

You smile when your husband catches your eye and beams at you. He holds out his hand as you come closer, taking hold of your own and kissing your knuckles softly. 

“Here I was, going to the kitchen to request Blue’s breakfast,” You tease softly, “And you’re already feeding him.” 

Blue whines softly, looking up at you with glassy eyes. 

Anselm tuts, “None of that now,” and pushes him back down, making him swallow more and more of his length until the tip hits the back of his throat. 

Blue gags a little, his hands squeezing Anselm’s still clothed thighs. 

“Breathe through your nose,” Anselm says softly and bucks lightly, pushing past Blue’s resistance to fuck his throat. “I know what you can handle, pet.” 

You sit down next to Anselm, “Don’t push him too hard.” 

He smiles, “And why not?” 

“He hasn’t eaten yet.” You give your husband a playful tap on the shoulder, “He isn’t used to our level of exertion.” 

“Yet.” Anselm’s grin widens, his canines sharp and slightly elongated. 

You scowl him softly, “Getting too excited,” You mutter in his ear. “He needs to eat first.” 

“Hmm,” Anselm runs his left hand up your arm and to your cheek as he turns his head to kiss you gently, while he pushes Blue harshly further down. “You are correct, my love. He hasn’t acclimatised to our rhythm yet.” 

Blue whines desperately, tears in the corners of his eyes as he swallows and gags. His cock twitches, quickly hardening. Both of you speaking to each other like he wasn’t there always did that to him. 

Anselm pulls Blue back by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. Blue gasps, gulping down air, but gives Anselm a cheeky glare. 

You laugh. 

“And what is that for, my love?” Anselm grins.

“I didn’t tap out.” Blue pouts. 

“Hmm,” Anselm pretends to think. “You’re quite right.” He pushes Blue back down, his free hand around his thick cock so he can quickly force his member past Blue’s lips and down his throat. 

Blue yelps, swallowing and groaning. 

“He makes such sweet sounds,” You sigh. 

“Don’t think I don’t see that look, my love.” Your husband tuts playfully as he strokes your arm. 

“What look?” You smile. 

“You’re the one who said he needs to eat first.” Anselm lets a small moan escape his lips, his eyes rolling back. 

“Maybe I need to eat first?” You tease.

“We, fuck,” Anselm swallows, trying his very best to keep his hips still as he slips deeper. “We took quite a bit last night.” 

“Not that much.” You slip down to the floor, flashing a dangerously charming look at your husband. “Besides,” you stroke Blue’s arms and he whines. The vibrations run along Anselm’s cock and he shivers, his hips bucking. “You’re enjoying him right now, you started without me.” 

“I, ah, I apologise, my love.” He lets his head fall back against the chair as Blue swallows and sucks, bobbing his head deliciously. 

Slowly you trail your hands along Blue’s chest, lightly pinching his chest so that he lets out muffled mewls before you shift down and palm his erection softly. 

Blue gasps, a sharp intake of breath in through his nose before he pushes his back against your chest and sucks harder. 

You quickly dip your hand under his trousers and stroke along his heavy cock, grinning when he thrusts weakly and whines. 

You can practically hear the desperation singing in his blood, the need to please both of you buzzing through his flesh like opium. 

You kiss his neck messily, jerking him quickly as he slurps and swallows. Lightly, you just graze the edge of your sharp teeth along his skin. 

Blue jolts, his eyes rolling back. 

Anselm thrusts up hard into his throat, his gaze fixed on the both of you. “Do it, my love, he needs it.” There’s a harsh desperation to his tone, a rasp as he speaks. And you know he needs it more, needs to watch you like an itch begging to be scratched. 

Blue whines, agreeing.

With little warning you bite down, piercing his skin with your teeth. Blood wells up into your mouth, washing over your tongue with the sweetest taste as the warmth runs down your throat. 

You clutch his chest with one hand while the other is a blur on his cock. Blue practically screams around Anselm’s cock, every muscle tensing at once as he comes, spurting all over your hand and his trousers. He shivers, shakes, swallows, whining desperately as he rocks in your firm hold, pleasure exploding along his spine and making him lightheaded. 

Anselm growls, keeping eye contact with you as you feed. He thrusts rapidly, nearly cutting off Blue’s oxygen before snarls and comes down his throat, his cock so deep that Blue has no choice but to swallow. 

You pull your mouth off him, the wound is shallow, barely a scratch. You lick it, lapping at his skin as he slumps forward ever so slightly, breathing hard. 

Blue’s eyes are glazed as you let him rest back against you, tilting his head onto your shoulder. His heartbeat flutters under your hands as he floats, weightless. 

Anselm tuts playfully, as he tucks himself back into his trousers, but leads down when you gesture and kisses you deeply. 

He darts his tongue out when you break apart, licking a small tail of blood that has run down your jaw from your skin. He groans lightly at the taste and smiles.

You easily move Blue back into his seat while he’s still out of it, blissed out and weak, while Anselm goes and gets a small port glass from the drinks cabinet and fills it with a little of the drink. He cuts his forefinger on his teeth before he swirls his finger into the port, letting some of his blood seep out and mix in. At the same moment, you slice your thumb with one fang and smear your blood over the cut on Blue’s neck, the wound heals instantly as if it was never there to begin with. 

Blue makes a small soft sound, blinking hard and you lick the last of your blood from your skin before you kiss him deeply.

Blue moans, iron on his tongue and not understanding from where. One second he was on his knees coming and the next…

“Did I pass out?” He mumbles as you pull back, his eyes bright and voice soft. 

“You did.” You smile, stroking his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be.” You nuzzle against him and smile. “You’re probably just hungry.” 

“Here,” Anselm passes Blue the glass. 

“Thank you.” He says quietly and drinks it down in one gulp, almost instantly the exhaustion starts to leave his limbs, the room looking brighter. “I’m sorr-”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Anselm smiles and kisses his cheek. “I probably cut off some of your air when I came down your throat.” He teases lightly, his voice thick and Blue shivers, squirming a little. His cock twitches. “Already so needy.” Anselm laughs and you giggle. 

Blue heats up a little, but nods. 

“Maybe after your breakfast.” You say and Anselm nods. 

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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!

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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]

Do Us Both A Favour

Anselm Vogelweide x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 21: Smoking

Summary: Anselm doesn't seem to be as intimidating as others perceive him to be, at least when he's talking to you.

A/N: This is mainly fluff, I'm sorry.

Warnings: smoking, flirting, innuendo, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1248

You were part of a team hired to catalogue a collection of antique books. It wasn’t the first time you’d done this job, but this was definitely the largest and most varied collection you’d seen from a single individual. 

There wasn’t one room where there wasn’t books. Including an interesting set of laminated novels in the bathroom that were presumably to stop the bath water from splashing on the pages.

You were currently working on a bookcase in a secluded room on the third floor, taking quick notes in your notebook that you would transfer onto your computer later. 

The room opening made you jump, despite how gentle it was. 

“Oh, my apologies.” 

You recognised him instantly, despite this being the first time you’d actually seen him in person. The head of your team had warned you about him quite thoroughly - everyone was to be on their best behaviour when Mr Vogelweide was around.

“No, erm, no, please, I’m sorry, this is your house.” You give him a small bashful smile that he grins at, chuckling lightly. 

He shakes his head, taking a few steps inside. His brace squeaks with every step. He’s wearing a sharp dark teal suit that compliments him immensely. “I’ll put this out.” He says kindly, gesturing to the cigar in his left hand. 

“Oh, no, it’s fine, really.” You say without thinking, wanting to be polite. 

He quirks an eyebrow at you as he moves to his desk, “You smoke?”

You shake your head. 

“Well, I really should put it out then. Manners, you see.” He opens a side draw and pulls out an ornate and heavy looking glass ashtray. 

“Unless,” he smiles, “would you like to see a trick?” 

“A trick?” You turn fully.

He nods, “A trick.” There’s a little gleam in his eyes as he takes the cigar, the smoke wafting into the air. He presses the cigar against his lips and then, with a rather dramatic sleight of hand, it disappears. 

He shows you his empty hands, revelling in your surprised look, before he makes it reappear from his left ear. 

“How did you do that?” 

Anselm grins, “an old party trick.” He lightly presses the lit end into the ashtray. “I’m afraid it takes a lot more for me to reveal my secrets than a simple request, even if it is from a very beautiful person such as yourself.” 

You wish your words didn’t fail you, that heat wasn't burning under your skin. From everything you’d been told Mr Vogelweide had seemed like some twisted miser ready to snap and scream at anyone at any given notice. Instead, he seemed painfully charming. 

“My second trick, seems to be robbing you of your words.” He smiles cheekily as you shake your head ever so slightly, trying to break out of that hypnotic spell you had willfully fallen under. 

“I’m sorry, I…”

“You say sorry, far too much, my sweet.” He’d given you a cheeky wink before he collected a ledger from his desk and left the room, bidding you good day. 

.

It was Tuesday when you next saw him, he’d brought you a cup of sweet honey and lemon tea as you were working in the drawing room. Smiling as he placed the tray next to you. 

“For you.” 

“I, oh,” you smile, blinking heavily as your mind catches up with reality. “Thank you. You didn’t need to.” 

“Oh, but I wanted to.” He sat down, taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Thank you,” You repeat, shifting a little from your place on the floor, it was easier to look at the bottom shelf that way. 

“How is the work coming along?” He asks and you were sure he already knew the answer. But he listens intently as you explain passionately about his collection, smiling when you ask him small questions. 

On Wednesday he invites you to have lunch with him. Seemingly delighted when you agree and sat down in the day room with your packed lunch. Commenting that it was heartwarming to see someone you had prepared their own food. And then grinning like a madman when you’d playfully teased him about it. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry that we don’t all have personal chefs, Mr Vogelweide.” 

He snorts, “Anselm, please. You are far too lovely to have my last name in your mouth.” 

You were used to his kind words by now, sure that it was just something he did with everyone. 

You laugh, “And what is that supposed to mean?” 

“Exactly what I said, my dear.” 

“I think your surname is lovely.” You nod playfully to punctuate the sentence, knowing by now that he always reacts positively to sincerity mixed with light teasing. 

“Hmm,” the sound grumbles in his chest. “But you like Anselm, more yes? You agree that it is lovelier?” He inches a little closer as he talks, pulling a face to make you laugh. 

Some of your colleagues began to notice your friendliness, started to ask you to ask Anselm if they needed more information on certain volumes. Their perceptions of him being so intimidating weren’t surprising, but you found it a little odd that you couldn’t convince them otherwise. 

“Would you like a scotch?” Anselm asked.

You pause, halfway through your sandwich and glance at the clock. “It’s 12:35.”

“Oh, vodka then?” 

You scan his face, looking for any sign of insincerity and find none. “Are you teasing me?” 

He smiles, “Terribly, I’m afraid. You were away with the fairies.” He waves his hand.

“I was not.” You swallow, you do not want to admit you had been distracted looking at his face. 

“You most certainly were, what was the last thing I said?” 

“Do I want a scotch?” 

He chuckles, “Before that?” 

The small pause you take is enough for him to beam in triumph. 

“Ah ha, see, my dear?” He wags a finger playfully at you. “Am I boring you so?” 

“No.” You answer a little too quickly. 

“No? Well, I’m not sure if I am so convinced by your protest.”

“Anselm, that’s not fair.” You squirm a little under his gaze.

“What is unfair is you using my first name now of all times.” He leans a little closer, obviously amused. “Tell me, what has you so distracted?” 

“I… nothing.” 

“You’d be a terrible poker player, my dear.” He preens a little. 

“I would not.” 

“Then tell me.” He raises his chin ever so slightly, daring you. 

“I… wasn’t…”

“You… weren’t?” He teases, delighting in your discomfort. “Was it dirty is that why you won’t tell me?” 

Again, you take too long to answer.

“Oh, it was.”

“No, no,” you laugh in spite of yourself, “Stop, it wasn’t.” 

“I’m sure it was, it’s always quiet ones like you that end up into the most depraved things.” 

“I, what, no,” your giggles are becoming harder to control. 

“It takes one to know one, after all.” He lightly takes your hand in his, stroking the back with his thumb. 

“I have no interest in whatever depraved things you are into.” 

He chuckles, “I very much doubt that.” “Do you?” You pull a face and he laughs harder. 

“Yes, especially when you’ve been staring at me like you want to jump my bones for the last fifteen minutes.” 

You freeze, unable to even deny it. 

Anselm grins wickedly, pressing closer and whispering in your ear. “How about I do us both a favour, and instead of waiting around, I jump yours?” 

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The funniest thing about the Trine series is that it’s slightly implied that Blue Jone is always just wearing the little dress robe and little to nothing else. Because I can just see one of the housekeepers coming up to us or Anselm saying “I get that you find him attractive like that, but can you please tell him to put some fucking pants on?”

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

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Summary: Anselm is told an honest truth.

Warnings: references to sexual activities, swearing, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 700

It was no secret that Mary was Anselm’s favourite employee. She had been working for him for nearly 18 years and was one of the very few people whose opinion he held in high regard no matter the subject. 

So when she approached him in the billard’s room (which had been sans billiards for some years, yet still kept the name), he had been more than happy to drop what he was doing to speak with her. 

“Mr Vogelweide,” she started with an intake of breath.

“Oh, my dear Mary,” He puts his hands on her shoulders,” this simply must be something serious, because not only have you called me by my family name, but that distressed sigh right after,” he smiles and shakes his head. “Are you handing in your notice?” He pauses a little sadly, “Because I wish you no ill will if you are.” “No, Anselm,” Mary stresses his name and puts a hand over his. “This is about Mr Jones.”

Anselm’s expression falls immediately, a stern look clouding over his eyes. “What has he done? Has he been rude to you? I’ll-”

“No, no, no,” She holds her hands up quickly, “Nothing of the sort, he’s been very polite, very much the gentleman with all my staff.” 

Anselm nods, calming a little.

“This issue is more of a… personal nature. You see… some of my staff,” Anselm opens his mouth to interrupt and Mary gives him a look, “No, I will not tell you who, I’m not having you have a tantrum for no reason.” 

He closes his mouth and smiles broadly. 

She nods when she’s satisfied. “Mr Jones does have a… predisposition for a certain type of attire.”

“A certain type of attire?” Anselm grins.

“Or lack thereof,” Mary smiles back, “Just those silk robes I know you and Mrs Vogelweide gift him with.”

“Oh, I shall have to tell my love that she is in your poor graces as well, calling her Mrs Vogelweide.” Anselm puts a hand on his forehead dramatically and Mary tuts. 

“This is a formal conversation, so I am speaking formally, you know as well as I that I prefer her over you.” 

Anselm beams happily and nods. 

“Now, if we side step your silliness. The point of the matter is Mr Jones wearing those robes, that are, to put it politely, extremely short with nothing else underneath.” 

He nods, waiting for her to continue. 

“I know you both find him very attractive-”

“Do you not, Mary?” 

“You are not too old for a time out, Anselm.” 

“That sounds divine, my dear.” 

Mary tuts, scolding him softly. “I need to prep the staff to expect a practically naked man around the estate.” 

Anselm nods. “You want me to get him to cover up?” 

“I want you to let the staff know if he’ll be in a constant state of undress. Remember the phase you went through, oh 15 years ago? The orgeies almost every night and day, such a mess. But, we knew what was planned, and no one minded or cared, because they knew what to expect. And staff that didn’t feel comfortable, well, there weren’t any because why would they work here if they were? But if they had been, they would have been put on other duties.” 

Anselm nods again, “Concent.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Hmm, I do apologise for this foresight.”

“It’s not a problem.” 

“I will make sure the serving staff all get a bonus this month for the trouble.” 

Mary smiles, “That’s very kind of you.” 

“But tell me…” Anselm pauses, “Why didn’t you approach my wife first? I know you wouldn’t have had to deal with my teasing for that conversation.”

“Oh,” she chuckles, “Well, you see I did.”

Anselm quirks his eyebrow in interest.

“She asked me to ask you while she watches from outside the door,” Mary points to the slightly ajar door behind him. “She wanted to see if your answer was to her satisfaction.” 

“And if it isn’t?” 

You let the door open a little dramatically, smiling when your husband turns to look at you. “Punishment, of course, darling.” 

“Oh,” Anselm runs his hand over his beard, his eyes bright. “How delightful.” 

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For Trine, what are Anselm and Reader giving Blue for a holiday present? Also, Blue doesn't talk about his past much; does he seem a little *cough* blue for this time of year? Does he have bad memories, or is he worried about what to gift Reader and Anselm?

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Trine [12]: Nice List

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Warnings: sexy times mentions, Blue feeling a little blue, typos, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 584

Anselm is upstairs wrapping ecstatically. He enjoyed being far too over the top about the matter and wrapping gifts himself for those he cared about deeply, often decorating the presents with things that properly weren’t best suited as gift toppers. But they were fantastic and oh so very Anselm nonetheless. 

It was however best to leave him to his own devices when he was wrapped, even if he wasn’t wrapping things you weren’t allowed to see. He’d had the ‘gift wrapping room’ rearranged long before you’d gotten married so that you could both have space without being able to see what the other was working on.

He’d commissioned a beautiful belt for Blue, the metal clasp engraved with mistletoe after Blue had held a bunch over his dick earlier in the month and asked Anselm for a kiss. 

You head downstairs, walking through the smaller, ‘private’ rooms that you prefer over the grandeur more traditionally mansion-looking cavernous spaces that are many there to entertain guests and intimate associations.  

Blue is staring out of one of the large windows in the living room, his head slightly slumped to the side. The weak, gloomy light catches him at a sweet angle, almost making him look like a statue for a moment. Something a skilled artisan had spent hours pouring over. 

He doesn’t notice you, too twisted up in his own thoughts until you place a hand on his arm. 

“Blue?” 

He blinks and turns, smiling and trying to shift the sombre look on his face. He manages it mostly, but the emotion still pales his eyes. 

“Are you okay?” You stroke his cheek and he nuzzles into your palm, placing his hand over yours and kissing your wrist. 

He nods. 

“It’s a good job you’re pretty.” You wait until he gives you a quizzical look before you continue, “Because you’re a terrible liar.”

He smiles, warmer this time. 

“Your emotions are always written all over your face.” You tap his nose playfully and he leans towards you to rub his forehead against yours, kissing down your cheek to your neck and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Are you worried about what Anselm said earlier?” You say playfully as you hug him back. 

“Hmm?”

“That he’s going to dress up as Krampus and ravage you?” 

Blue snorts, “If I recall correctly, you were also going to dress up as Father Christmas? Complete with the white beard?”

You grin, “We are going to fight over your immortal soul,” you mimic Anselm’s accident teasingly as you repeat his words from earlier and Blue giggles. “So have you been Naughty or Nice this year?” 

“Hmm… A tough choice.” 

“I think no matter what you say Anselm is going to shove something inside you.”

Blue laughs, smiling as you pull back so you can stroke his cheeks. 

“He wanted to make a dildo out of coal, but that is not practical.” You wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Maybe I can sit on your lap?” He presses his face into your touch, “Or lay on it? You can spank me with your belt for being a bad boy.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think. “I don’t know, that sounds like a reward, not punishment.”

He pouts a little, trying to cover up his smile. “And how would you punish me?” 

“Well, I’d leave you alone for one.”

“Nooo,” his grip on you involuntarily tightens. 

“Well,” you lean closer and give him a light kiss. “It’s a good job you’re on the nice list, isn’t it?”

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Trine [8]

Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 12: Formal wear

Summary: You all go to a party.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry).

Warnings: Blue being jealous (again), Anselm teasing, Anselm obviously going to shoot a dude, drinking, my not so great German, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 487

Blue was practically snarling. His face was twisted into a viscous glare as he scowled across the room, amusing Anselm to no end. 

“Your face will get stuck like that, my love, if you keep pulling that expression.” Anselm teases in his ear and offers him a glass of champagne that he had just taken from the waiter’s silver tray. 

Blue huffs, tearing his eyes away from you to take the glass. “Thank you.” He mutters, gulping the liquid down. 

It was irritating as Blue had been looking forward to the party. Heavy emphasis on the had been. Some business associate of Anselm’s. It was a lavish affair at his home, teaming with powerful people and good food. And Blue had intended to make a bit of a nuisance of himself. A fun one. And hopefully to sneak off with you both at some point to fuck in one of the many bedrooms. 

But now. 

Now you were talking with some imbecile in an ill-fitting, drably predictably plain black suit across the room. And you were smiling. Whatever this idiot was saying was amusing to you. 

Blue’s blood boiled and foamed over. 

Anselm puts his hand on Blue’s glass, moving it down slightly so he can’t drink it all in one go. “Pace  yourself, meine Süße, what has gotten into you?” 

“Who’s that man?” Blue gestures with his jaw. The action is causal enough to seem insignificant. But his tone shows anything but. 

Anselm takes a drink from his own glass before his gaze flicks to you. “You mean the man speaking to our wife?” 

“Hmm.” 

“His name is Tobias Drenthal. He has a hobbyist business in whiskey, quite good. His family made their money in cocaine.” Anselm smirks as he watches Blue. “Why do you ask?” 

Blue grumbles. 

“What was that?” Anselm lightly takes Blue’s jaw and tilts his head to the side so he can meet his gaze. “Hmm?”

“I hate him.” Blue repeats.

“Aww, mein kleiner Blau, jealousy is such a good colour on you.” Anselm leans down, still holding his chin, and licks Blue’s cheek before kissing his cheekbone. 

Blue swallows, closing his eyes and leaning into his touch. 

“How about,” Anselm whispers in his ear softly, “we go somewhere quieter… or louder, if you prefer?” He grins wickedly and Blue smiles, warmth spreading through his stomach. 

Blue’s about to reply, when Anselm looks to the side and his expression falls. Blue follows his line of sight. 

Tobias has his hand on your bare upper arm, he’s leaning close. Whispering something into your ear.

You do not look impressed.

Rage hardens Anselm’s expression, burns his eyes sharp. 

“Einen Moment, meine Liebe,” One moment, my love. He gives Blue a quick kiss before he stalks over to you. 

Tobias is smiling slimily, completely unaware of Anselm making his way towards him, his hand reaching inside his suit jacket.

Blue grins and finishes his drink.

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Trine [10]

Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 28: Cock Rings

Summary: Anselm has a new toy for Blue.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry).

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Warnings: threesome, anal sex, cock rings, oral sex (f! receiving), anal cream pie, coming on someone's stomach, cum eating, anal oral sex (m! receiving), butt plugs, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1592

Blue shivers when you kiss his neck, leaning back and pressing closer to your soft touch. He sighs happily, his eyes half closed. 

Then he yelps as Anselm flicks the cock ring around his length. 

Blue scowls and Anselm chuckles at him. 

“What was that for?” 

“That,” Anselm moves closer, taking Blue’s jaw in his hand, “was completely for my amusement.” He kisses Blue wantonly, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue until he is a panting mess, gasping for air. 

“How does it feel?” You whisper in Blue’s ear, stroking one hand down his chest and hip, skirting around the curls between his legs. 

Blue nods.

“Not too tight?” 

He shakes his head. “Feels comfortable… a little odd.” 

You smile and kiss his temple and Blue preens. 

It’s a triple cock ring in stainless steel that Anselm, of course, had custom made for Blue. A ring rests around each of his balls as well as at the base of his heavy cock. 

“Come on now, my loves,” Anselm gives you both a cheeky grin, “enough hugging and kissing and let’s get to business.” 

Blue pouts a little and you purposefully hold him a little tighter and litter his forehead and the side of his face with kisses.

“When have you ever said that’s too many kisses?” You tease.

“When I could be getting fucked.” Anselm purrs, stroking your cheek and kissing you softly. 

You smile, slipping out from behind Blue and giving his ass a little pinch when he grumbles. 

You go and sit down on the bed, pillows propped up on the headboard so you can sit comfortably. “Do I get a bit of a show?” You grin. 

Anselm chuckles, “Oh, I hope so.” He gets on all fours on the mattress, facing you. He leans down a little and kisses your ankle, nipping lightly at your skin. 

You tut with good humour and lightly push his face away with your other foot. 

Blue bites his bottom lip a little nervously as he glances between you both. A little knot of anxiety low in his stomach. 

Anselm grabs both of your ankles and sinks his teeth into your calf, grinning when you yelp and giggle, and delighting further when you plunge your hand into his hair. 

You glance up at Bue and give him a warm smile. ‘It’s okay.’ You mouth softly at him and he nods. 

Blue moves onto the bed behind Anselm and lightly grabs his hips. Anselm stills, pressing his beard to your leg as he lets Blue take his time. 

Slowly, Blue runs his hands along Anselm’s ass and the back of his thighs, seeming to commit everything to memory before he lightly pulls the buttplug out of Anselm completely. 

He groans into your leg, eyes rolling back as the thick toy pops out of him. “Sehr gut, meine Süße.” Very good, my sweet. 

Blue shivers at the praise, his cock throbbing. But his hands shake ever so slightly as he pours lube over himself and then adds a liberal amount to Anselm’s already well lubricated hole. 

Anselm arches his back slightly, making the action easier and moaning headly as the cool substance runs along his skin. The top of his cock brushes against the cotton of the bedsheets, smearing precum and making him shiver. 

“Come on now, my love, I want to feel you inside.” He groans, his fingers holding onto your legs while you pull at his hair lightly. 

“Don’t be a brat.” You tease softly, “let him take his time.” 

Anselm pouts playfully at you. “I’ll remember that, my love.” He says darkly. 

“I hope you do.” You give him a cheeky smile. 

Blue notches himself at Anselm’s entrance, swallowing as he starts to ease inside. 

Anselm groans, throwing his head back, “that’s it, meine süße, that’s it, I can take you.” 

Blue whimpers, shivering as he sinks deeper. Anselm’s muscles squeeze around him, drag him deeper and he gasps. A wave of lightheadedness washes over him at the warmth. 

“Oh,” he lets out the tiniest sound and you smile. 

He presses closer, thrusting in the last few inches and grunts as he leans forward, practically laying over Anselm’s back as he breathes and gathers himself. 

Anselm moans delightedly, “Ah, wonderful, wonderful, I can feel you in the most perfect spot.” It’s Anselm who starts to rock back and forth, encouraging Blue to move.

Blue bites his lip, sitting back up on his knees and holding onto Anselm’s hips as he bucks and grinds, letting the older man completely control the pace as he clings on for dear life. 

“Blue,” you say softly and his attention snaps to you immediately. “You okay?”

He nods rapidly, “Feels really good,” he whines, his expression tense as he tries to master the sensations running through his limbs. 

“You like being inside our husband?” You tease and he whimpers. 

“Yes, I do mommy, I do.” He bites his lip again hard, gasping as his skin heats up and burns. 

Anselm rocks back forcefully against him, groaning and muttering praises. 

You grab Anselm’s hair a little tighter, forcing him to bend his neck back, “Ah, my love,” he groans and grins. 

“Stop moving.” You lean down and kiss his nose. Anselm smiles happily and does what you ask straight away without question. He stills his hips, only wriggling ever so slightly and enjoying the sensation of Blue filling him completely. 

“Come here and keep your lower half still.” As you settle back down you gently coax him down with you, pressing his head between your legs. 

He groans, his hands grabbing and squeezing your thighs as he drives in and swirls his tongue around your clit. 

You breathe in deeply, your muscles clenching as he laps and sucks. You swallow, letting him hook your right leg over his shoulder and press your heel into his upper back, so that he is now truly, face down ass up. 

You look back to Blue, “Now, sweet thing,” you smile at him, trying to keep your focus and not fall under Anselm’s spell immediately. “I want you to fuck him however you want, understand?” 

Blue nods a little uncertainly. 

“He’ll love it.” 

Blue smiles back softly and takes an experimentally slow thrust, pulling out and back in and revelling in the wet sound of the lube as his cock is practically sucked inside. 

Anselm moans between your legs as he laps at your pussy, his fingers digging into your skin. 

Blue gasps, shivers as he picks up his pace. He moves, placing one foot flat while kneeling with the other leg so he can put more power into his thrusts. Anselm’s walls clench around him, squeezing rhythmically. 

“Fuck.” Blue bites his lip, bucking harshly. He can’t stop his body from moving even if he tried, his muscles switching to overdrive to chase the pleasure completely. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from you both, how Anselm’s fingers spread out on your skin, how you arch and writhe under his mouth. 

Anselm groans, the sound low and deep as Blue pounds into him, his heavy cock hitting perfectly against his sweet spot and making him light headed. The friction is delicious, deep and heady as he stretches him wide, bullying further and further inside. 

“I’m, I’m,” Blue sobs, he shouldn’t be so close already, surely the ring should be helping him to hold back a fraction? But the sensations are burning and twisting so tight in his belly, pulling so hard on his bones. His balls try to draw up but the ring stops them, heightening the sensation.

Your eyes meet his as you keep Anselm’s mouth flush against you so he can’t get too bossy. “You can come Blue,” you whine, your blood singing with the promise of bliss. “Come whenever you want.” 

He cries out, tears in the corners of his eyes as he comes hard and deep, spurting into Anselm and filling him up rapidly. The cock ring draws out the pleasure, makes it last and last and last as he falls forward, gasping for air. 

You coo softly, muttering praises as Blue whimpers and pulls out slowly, his cum leaking out of Anselm’s entrance. 

Quickly, he ducks forward, licking up the older man’s balls and lapping at his hole as he reaches around and pumps Anselm’s heavy cock in time with the laps of his tongue. 

Anselm’s back bows, he practically growls as he feels Blue’s warm and eager tongue. 

“Ah, that’s it Blue,” you whine, your breathing catching as Anselm presses two fingers inside you as he sucks on your clit. “Make him come.” 

Anselm curls his fingers, rubbing perfectly at your walls as he swirls his tongue, purses his lips and you cry out, your fingers scraping along his scalp. 

Pleasure rushes over your nerves and whites out your vision, leaving you dreamy and weightless and Anselm works you through it. 

Blue groans excitedly, wriggling as your sighs hit his ears. 

Anselm moans as your cum hits his tongue, lapping greedily before he sits up quickly. Blue moves back, surprised, but Anselm wraps his hand around Blue’s jerking himself quickly and then gasping as he comes all over your stomach in hot, thick ropes. 

He sighs happily as he shakes, coming down from his high and softly takes hold of the back of Blue’s neck. “Time for clean up, my love.” 

He doesn’t even need to guide Blue to your skin, he practically jumps on you in excitement, his tongue lapping up Anselm’s spend. 

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Sun's Out, Guns Out

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Summary: Anselm's purposefully got the wrong idea.

A/N: I simply must give a massive shout out to @reallyrallyauthor and their stunning Anselm fics which haunt me every day and night. They have rewired my brain.

Warnings: Anselm being a little shit, fluff, so many pet names oh my god, swearing, reader is wearing a swimsuit, kisses, typos, my terrible German, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 771

“Anselm,” His name comes out a little exasperatedly, which isn’t your intention. “This…” You gesture to him, “This is not what I meant.” 

He quirks his eyebrow up at you, “How so meine Süße?” My sweet.

You give him a look and he smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

You cross your arms, shifting your weight to your left leg. “You can’t wear this on the beach.”

He looks down at himself for a moment, as if he is seeing his body for the first time before he meets your eyes. Not that you can tell through his dark circle sunglasses. 

“I’m afraid you’re misinformed, meine Hase, weil ich das trage.” My bunny, because I am wearing this.

“Anselm.” You say, unimpressed and his grin widens- the living personification of the Cheshire cat. 

“My love, I don’t see the problem.” He says lightly, practically turning the words into poetry with the rhythm of his voice. 

“Sun’s out, guns out. Means your arms, and,” you raise your hand at the eager look in his eyes, cutting him short, “Arms, as in these,” you poke his biceps, “not weapons arms, not guns.”

“But my dear,” he takes hold of your hand, peppering kisses to your knuckles, “My arms are out.” 

You glare. “You’re a little shit, you know that?” 

“And you love me for it.” He gives you that soft expression that makes you weak at the knees. 

“I don’t think I do.”

“You wound me, my dove.” He kisses your wrist, keeping his eyes trained on yours. 

You shake your head, trying to keep a stern look on your face. “You can’t wear those guns to the beach.” 

The guns in question where in elabourate hosters across his chest and shoulders that you were sure where originally a harness of some sort. The weapons themselves were ornate, practically antiques, and looked like some sort of flintlock pistols. The whole outfit, a pair of black speedos that were a fraction too tight and a pair of khaki green wellington boots (he did not want to get sand on his feet or in his shoes) combined with the guns was… interesting.

He grins, licking his bottom lip. “Yes, I can.” 

“It’s a beach-”

“A private one, we’re the only ones here.” 

You pull an unimpressed face and gesture a little more dramatically than you need to at his bodyguards. 

He places another kiss to your wrist, “They count as ‘the only ones’...” The guards make an obvious effort to not look anywhere near either of you, part of you feels sorry for them, in their three piece suits and cuff links in the heat, their smart dress shoes sinking into the sand.

 “Besides,” he pulls you gently, urging you closer to him. “They’re not loaded.”

“Then what are they for?” You say exasperatedly.

“Decoration, my love.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. “You’re going to go swimming with-”

He shakes his head, “I’m not going to go swimming, I am going to sit under the large umbrella Sebastian will put up and relax.” 

“Anselm.”

“My leg, my beloved,” he gives you the puppy dog eyes, rubbing his brace. 

You tut, “The salt water will do you good.”

“The metal will rust.” He pouts.

“You didn’t have to wear the metal one, and besides, I asked Angelo to bring your cane.” 

He opens his mouth to speak.

“Not that one.”

Anselm smiles and closes his mouth dramatically, but you don’t miss the little glare he gives Angelo.

“Hey, none of that. I asked Angelo and he just did as I requested.” 

“Hmm,” he steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist, “I do love when you get all bossy Bӓrchen.” He nuzzles into your neck, pressing light kisses to your pulse point. “Makes me want to take you right here.”

“You’ll definitely get sand in places you don’t want.” 

“Oh, I just don’t want sand in my shoes, I am quite happy to feel it in more intimate places.” He nips lightly at your skin and you shiver. 

“You’re coming in the water with me.” You press, but your voice isn’t very demanding. 

“Of course, my love.” He kisses lower, trailing his lips to your collarbone. 

“And you’re taking the guns off.” 

“Of course, my love.” He kisses the top of your chest, trailing his tongue along the edge of your swimsuit. “But you’re going to be talking this off too.” He lightly dips his fingers under the material at your hip, snapping back against your skin with a smile.  

“Of course,” you say, saccharinely sweet, “my love.” 

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Trine [6]

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

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Summary: Blue gets punished.

A/N: I'm always like 'look at the warnings' but please look at the warnings. A huge, crazy thank you to @lonelyisamyw-0love for again proof reading and saving me from my own anguish. <3

Warnings: oh boy. sounding, overstimulation, dildos, pegging, oral (m! receiving), bondage, dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, butt stuff (m! receiving), reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, Blue being such a sub, begging, teasing, edging, dacryphilia - a bit, there's the smallest bit of terrible german in here, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 3017

Anselm had come back in a foul mood. 

You could tell by the way he kept his hands at his side, balled up tight. 

You had thought it best to save telling him about Blue’s previous behaviour, to wait a little until he was feeling a little more forgiving. 

But it seemed like Blue didn’t get the memo. He had blurted out what had happened to Anselm the second he saw him and didn’t stop even when Anselm’s brow had furrowed.  The poor thing hadn’t realised what he was in for. 

Blue sobbed from the overstimulation. He’d come twice already, unable to stop himself no matter how hard he tried. He’d begged for a reprieve. But Anselm had just tutted and ignored him once he had checked that Blue didn’t want to use his safe word. 

He was sitting up, his arms tied to the headboard, his legs spread wide. Anselm had chained Blue’s ankles in place, securing the ends to the metal bed frame. 

Blue had tried to be good, to behave and not squirm, as Anselm positioned him. It had become a lot more difficult when Anselm had wrapped his lips around his cock and pressed two lubed fingers inside. He’d teased him for a few minutes until he’d sat back to admire the state Blue was already in. 

That was when he’d slowly worked the prostate massager into Blue’s eager hole. Anselm hadn’t turned it on at first, had practically ignored Blue as he tried to writhe and moan. The toy wasn’t particularly big, but was larger than anything he had had inside him before. 

If that wasn’t sweet torture enough Anselm had then taken out an expensive looking black bag, the kind of thing that Blue imagined an artist would use to carry brushes. Instead, he took out a hollow, metal sounding rod, lubed it well and carefully inserted it into Blue’s cock. 

He’d whined and moaned and begged, keeping as still as possible. Craving even just a look from Anselm, but he paid practically no attention to Blue other than to complete the task at hand. 

The sensation was strange, different. Full and stretched in the most unusual way, but it felt good, extensive, like the deepest part of him was being stroked from two directions. 

“It’s hollow,” Anselm had said, seemingly disinterested as he flicked the end of the sound lightly, making Blue gasp. “It won’t matter if you come.” 

He’d then turned on the vibrator buried inside Blue’s ass and left the room. He’d sobbed, wriggled, and tried to fight off the waves of pleasure that just kept cresting. When he’d first come all over himself, spurting over his stomach and thighs and shaking from the intensity he had thought that would be it. The end of it. But still Anselm didn’t return, and those vibrations just kept coming. 

He didn’t realise that Anselm had set up what was basically a baby monitor in the room, just so he could keep an ear on things and make sure he could come to Blue’s assistant if he used his safe word. 

“You’re so mean to him.” You tease, your hands on your hips as you walk into Anselm’s study. 

Your husband grins at you, looking up from his book as the sounds of Blue’s cries and moans echo around you. 

“I have no idea what you mean, my love.” He says innocently, “Besides, you’re the one that let him get away with that despicable behaviour.” 

“I did not.” You say firmly, your voice just on the edge of being annoyed. 

“You corrected him, I know. But still not fast enough. You should have squashed that brattiness the second it raised its head, you indulge him too much.” He teases, there is a flash of his canines as he smiles, knowing perfectly well what he’s doing. 

You step forward, running your hand through his hair softly before grabbing a handful and yanking his head back. 

He groans as you do so, his grin widening. “Ah, viel besser, my love.” 

“I let you get away with bratty behaviour all the time.” You say softly. 

“You do.” 

“I indulge you every day.”

“That’s true.” He beams at you, his neck taut as you pull slightly harder. 

You trace your other hand down his cheek, his chest, pinching lightly at his nipple. 

He moans, eyes glazed and bites his bottom lip. “Bitte.”

“Please what?” 

“Punish me.” 

“Would it really be punishment if you crave it so?” You lean a little closer, twist his hair a little tighter. “Maybe I should just ignore you.” 

He frowns in distress almost immediately, “You wouldn’t be so cruel, my love.” 

“You like it when I’m cruel.” 

“Not that cruel,” he shifts a little in his chair, inching closer to you. “You wouldn’t deprive me of your sweet touch.” He nuzzles into your arm, purposefully pulling on your hold on his hair so that the sugary sting of it spreads across his scalp. 

You pull tighter on his hair, making him moan and his cock twitch as you yank his head up and kiss him roughly. 

.

Blue jumps a little, hiccuping as the bedroom door opens. He squirms as much as he’s able to as Anselm walks in completely naked. 

His erection stands tall and proud, the ruddy head bumping lightly against his stomach as he moves. The sight nearly makes Blue come on the spot.

Anselm ignores him, his head down as he sits at the end of the bed. 

You follow, fully dressed and smile when you lock eyes with Blue. “Hello, sweet thing. “You stroke his sweaty hair lightly and give him a quick kiss. 

It’s only now that he sees the bottle of lube in your hand and the strap-on you’re wearing. It’s thick and girthy and utterly intimidating.

He groans, whimpering and breathing rapidly. 

“You okay?” 

He nods. 

“You need to use your safe word?” 

He shakes his head. 

You smile again, and place another kiss on his forehead. “Good boy.”

Blue squirms at the pet name, his thighs shaking as he moans loudly and comes so hard it leaves him lightheaded. The pleasure is ripped from his bones, leaving him weak and limp for a moment. The smallest drizzle of cum leaks out of his swollen cock. 

You pat his head once before you move around to Anselm and curl your fingers under his chin. 

He sighs contentedly, lifting his head up and opening his mouth eagerly when you kiss him roughly. It’s messy and dominating as you lightly bite his bottom lip and slip your tongue past his lips when he shudders.

You slide your hand up to his throat, squeezing lightly before you press him back onto the mattress. He goes easily, arching his back slightly to please you as he bends to your will. 

You spare a glance at Blue, he’s panting, glancing between you both eagerly. The rapid rise and fall of his chest reminds you of the flutter of hummingbird wings.        

With a smile you turn back to your husband, climbing onto the bed and caging him in for a second. You kiss his cheek, his lips, sinking your tongue into his mouth until he whines underneath you. It’s messy and decadent, both of you putting on a bit of a show for Blue. 

Anselm sucks on your tongue, trying to urge you deeper, to take more control with every movement.

When you break away from Anselm he groans, his eyelids heavy as he gazes up at you, his lips slightly swollen. 

You kiss down his jaw, his neck, placing tiny kitten licks on his nipples that makes him gasp and squirm and buck. 

His cock rubs against you for a second and he sighs, delighting in the way his weeping head drags across your clothing. He wraps his right arm around your shoulders and leans his head back as he moans, looking Blue directly in the eyes. 

Blue bites his lip desperately and Anselm grins wickedly. 

You kiss further down your husband's chest, nipping lightly at his hips and belly before you lick a thick strip along his weeping cock. 

He takes a staggered breath through his nose, his eyes closing for a second as you swirl your tongue around his head, sucking his tip into your mouth. You bob up and down shallowly, just long enough for him to groan and grow accustomed to the pleasure before you pull away again, leaving his skin shiny with saliva. 

He pouts at you, purposefully battering his eyelashes before you sink back down and leave sloppy kisses along his length down to his balls. You scrape your teeth along his skin, smiling as he jumps and shivers under your actions. 

His breathing catches; a low moan overshading Blue’s whines and pants for a moment. 

Blue wriggles, gasping as he pulls against his restraints in a desperate attempt to get closer, to touch you both. His fingers twitch, his mouth dry as pleasure builds up to a boil underneath his skin again. 

You drag your lips back up to the very tip of Anselm’s throbbing dick and suck eagerly when you reach the tip until he swears under his breath. 

“Bitte, my love, please, oh yes!” He bucks shallowly as you point your tongue and flick against his slit.  

Blue whines, his own hips moving in a mirror of Anselm. 

With a click, you open the bottle of lube and liberally coat your fore and middle fingers before you press them against Anselm’s entrance. 

He groans, pressing his clenched fist to his forehead in a desperate attempt to keep his self-control. 

You circle gently, lightly pushing the sensitive flesh. 

Pleasure erupts along every nerve as you push inside, gliding in slowly and just teasing the edge of his prostate. He bucks, gasping for air and grabbing the edge of the mattress above his head for stability. His cock bobs under the movement, smearing precome and your saliva over his stomach. 

You ease out languidly before pushing back in, deeper this time to fully stroke the nerve in a way you know will have him drooling in minutes.

“My love, my love, mein Gott-'' He bucks instinctively, his cock searching for a friction that isn’t there, as he cants his hips up so that he can grind back down onto your fingers as you stroke and circle. The pattern so well ingrained that it is practically muscle memory as you bring him closer to madness. 

You watch his face as his muscles tense, how he writhes and wriggles as you slip deeper and stretch him wider. 

“There, there, there,” he mutters with every breath, the sweet sound escaping his lips like a mantra. 

Blue whines, biting his bottom lip harshlyg, roaning when you look up at him. He takes in a deep lungful of air, his skin sweaty and sticky with his previous releases. 

“You like watching Blue?” You ask sweetly, injecting a fake innocence into your voice that has Blue’s eyes rolling back in his head. 

He groans and nods rapidly. 

“You like seeing my husband all stretched out?” 

He nods again, so fiercely he nearly slams the back of his head against the headboard. 

Anselm moans, rocking against you as he chases his pleasure. 

“Are you wishing it was your cock splitting him open?” You smile at Blue as you speak, “Or do you wish it was me buried in you?” 

Colour flushes over Blue’s skin, he whines, his large eyes shining as he rocks against the vibrator inside. “Both.” He groans. 

Your grin widens. “Maybe next time then.” 

The sound that leaves Blue is almost inhuman. He doesn’t recognise his own voice anymore. The piteous whines and pitch he has dissolved into, broken down to his lowest essence. 

You pull your fingers out of Anselm harshly, enough to make his eyes snap open and a disappointed groan leaves his lips. You kiss the air at him as he looks up at you. 

“Behave,” you warn, “or you’ll get nothing.” 

He swallows and nods slowly. 

You stand as you pour more lube onto your strap, stroking the dildo and twisting your wrist as you reach the tip. 

Anselm watches you, his eyes dark and hypnotised by the motion of your hand. 

“Get on all fours.” You say quietly. Even though your voice is low there is no room for him to disobey. 

He nods eagerly, climbing onto all fours. There’s a grace to his movements, a precision that is only amplified by the measured way he has to move his scarred leg. 

He leans over Blue, resting his hands on either side of his hips so that they are face to face, their noses nearly touching. 

Blue whimpers, darting his tongue out to lick his own lips. 

“Having fun?” Anselm whispers to Blue, too quiet for you to hear. His cock throbs as Blue whines. 

He’s about to say something else, to taunt him more when you kneel on the bed behind him and press the tip of the strap against his entrance. 

His mouth opens in a gasp, forming a perfect o as you angle your hips and carefully push inside. 

Anselm’s body is used to the strap, accustomed to the stretch and size. But despite how you worked him open the thickness still steals his breath. That’s exactly how he likes it though. Pleasure so close to the edge of pain. 

His back bows as he throws his head back, practically presenting his neck to Blue as you ease in further. 

He expects you to take it a little slow, give him those long languid thrusts that make his cock weep. But instead, you slam your hips the last few inches, bottoming out fully and then pulling back lightning fast before thrusting into him again. Forcing him to succumb and take and take and take.

He whines, his voice suddenly very close in pitch to Blue’s as he digs his fingers into the bedding, unable to do much more than just hold on for the ride as you set a brutal pace. 

He swears, moans and pleas falling out of his mouth in a mess as you move your right leg, placing your foot flat on the mattress so that you can fuck into him faster. 

Blue gasps, his own thighs shaking as he watches. His own personal porno playing out right before his eyes. He can’t help himself, he just can’t resist the urge as he leans forward as far as he can and latches onto Anselm’s neck. He sucks at the taut muscle, laps at the salt on his skin. 

Anselm groans, his cock throbbing painfully as Blue’s lips tease and your hips keep hitting that sweet spot inside. 

He gasps, pleasure bubbling and building in his veins.

“You’re such a brat Anselm,” you growl, leaning over his back to hiss in his ear. The sound of your voice goes straight to his cock. “Always demanding your own way,” you thrust harder, digging your fingers into his hips until he yells. “Always behaving so badly and expecting to get away with it.” 

He mewls, tears mingling with the sweat in the corners of his eyes. 

Blue groans and bites at Anselm’s lip, whines at Anselm’s replying moan and how hot his tongue feels in his mouth. 

The force of your thrusts rock through them both, push Blue back and forth against the vibrator inside until it reaches an all new even deeper angle that has him sobbing. 

“Mommy, Daddy, please,” he burst out, his voice wrecked and broken and so, so desperate. 

Anselm whines, so close to falling over the edge.

“You heard him,” you pinch the back of Anselm’s neck, holding him by the scruff. “He needs you. Take that sound out and get your mouth on him.” 

You still your hips and Anselm swallows down a pained cry as he throbs and clenches around your strap. 

He nods and quickly but carefully takes hold of the sound, slowly easing it out of Blue with a pop. He gasped, the sensation liquifying and tightening the ball of pleasure in his core like nothing he had ever experienced before. 

Anselm puts it to the side and leans down, softly lapping at Blue’s poor swollen tip before he swallows around him. 

“That’s better.” You mutter and start up again. Once more giving Anselm no time to adjust as you slam into him. He forgets how to breath as you fuck him in earnest, angling each thrust to hit perfectly inside. 

His dick twitches again, throbbing and crying out for attention as his balls draw up. A massive wave of pleasure building and building, so close it’s almost overbearing. 

Blue cries out, the vibrations inside creating as Anselm slurps and takes him deep. He shudders as he comes once more, the sensation like liquid fire along his limbs. 

One more sharp thrust into Anselm is all it takes for him to follow, his whines muffled by Blue’s cock as he comes hard, spurting all over the bedding, splashes hitting Blue’s thighs and balls. 

For a second Anselm’s floating, weightless and safe as your hands take hold of him, moving him flat onto his back as he breathes hard. 

Blue whines, a pathetic soft sound as you turn off the vibrator and ease it out of him carefully. His hole gapes at the loss, stretched wide. 

You kiss his cheeks carefully and then untie his wrist and ankles, massaging his hands before you manoeuvre him onto the bed too, laying him down so that he can rest and snuggle into Anselm’s chest. (All while avoiding the soaking wet patches both of them have left.) 

You kiss both of them sweetly, enjoying how Blue nuzzles into Anselm’s neck and how Anselm wraps his arms around him, before you go to get them ice water. 

“My love,” Anselm's hand on your arm stops you. 

“Hmmm?” 

“You haven't come.” 

Blue makes a weak accompanying sound of agreement. 

You chuckle softly and kiss both of their foreheads, “later.”

“Promise?” Anselm sighs.

“I promise.” 

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I am fucking WEAK for the Anselem-Reader-Blue throuple, I’ve never even seen either movies (just clips) but I am so obsessed that they’re just addicted to each other and Blue is the subbiest sub to ever sub and they’re not letting him out of their sight ugh I want him to just abandon it all and stay in their mansion as their free use little baby boy

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Anselm Volgelweide x F!Reader x Blue Jones • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? | requestinfo • ko-fi •

Warnings: Blue being a little shit, mentions of bjs, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 524

Blue spends more and more (and more) time with Anselm and you, literally he’s practically moved it. (And put his stuff everywhere.) 

He is terrible with boundaries, something’s in the house? Oh, that’s his. Food in the fridge? Must be his too. Clothing in the wardrobe, not in his size, with a post stick note on it that says ‘This is not Blue’s’? That must be a typo, because he’s taking it to the tailor. And it’s his now as well. 

You resort to a water spray bottle, and spray him whenever he’s getting too excitable with all the new things he’s ‘found’. 

He’s a cat in human form. 

Takes to wearing a silk robe that is a fraction too short for most polite company (good thing you and Anselm are nowhere near polite) and flouncing around the mansion being a nuisance to your staff and begging for (demanding) attention from both you and Anselm every chance he gets.

Wakes up one morning and realises he hasn’t been to the club in over two weeks. Panics. And then calms down when you play with his hair while Anselm deep throats him, and tell him that you’d sent a stand in manager to keep an eye on things for him ages ago. 

Blue never worries about the club again. 

You take him on holiday with you both and he acts like a spoilt brat the whole time, making an absolute fuss of everything when he’s with Anselm - so Anselm will punish him. And being the sweetest little angel for you - so you’ll call him a good boy and let him sit on your lap during dinner. 

Always ends up sleeping between you both, even if you all fall asleep with someone else in the middle. It’s not an intentional thing, and none of you are quite sure how it happens like clockwork and without waking anyone up. Anselm calls it one of Blue’s many party tricks.

Blue gets very self conscious and moody when someone else makes the assumption that he is either Anselm’s or your piece on the side. “Not both?” The outrage is so strong.

He has a reputation for being even more dangerous now that he has the Vogelweide backing, and because Anselm hired a guard for Blue whose only job is to shoot people Blue tells him to shoot. (He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty.) 

When Anselm is in his office taking meetings and you’re hanging out on the chaise lounge to the side Blue likes to sit on the floor next to you. 

Both you and Anselm have tried to convince him to let you get either a bigger chaise lounge or any other seat for him, but he refuses. Preferring to recline, rather dramatically, on the floor with his head tilted back and resting against the chaise lounge seat cushions so you can play with his hair and stroke his face.

Quite often hugs your leg and kisses your knees if they are within reach. 

Has sucked off Anselm under his desk while he’s in the middle of a meeting more than once - and isn’t subtle about it. 

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Trine [7]

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

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Summary: Anselm and you have meetings all day, and Blue isn't amused.

A/N: This hasn't been proofread, I don't know what I'm doing or what happened this just sort of appeared in my brain.

Warnings: crying, Blue being a bit bratty and then emotional and needy, Blue having emotions?? Whaaat?, oral (m! receiving), reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2813

Blue glares daggers (and bullets and some kind of illegal toxin that makes its victim's skin fall off) at the man sitting opposite you. He couldn’t be bothered to learn his name, refused to, he was fed up of all of the useless and boring people that had been demanding your time today.

His expression quickly changed when you noticed him standing in your office doorway, he smiled sweetly at you, batting his eyes and walking over when you grinned. 

“Hello, sweet thing.” You say softly, moving a little and pushing your chair out from your desk a fraction. 

Blue leans down, pressing a kiss to your cheek then nuzzling into your neck and breathing deeply.

“You okay?” You whisper. 

“Hmm, I miss you.” He mutters, putting on the sweetest voice you have ever heard while sneaking a vicious scowl at the gentleman you were having a meeting with. Practically snarling. 

You knew exactly what Blue was doing. 

But you liked to indulge him. 

“Aww,” you say, lightly stroking his hair. He presses himself closer to your hand, like a pampered housecat. “I won’t be much longer, I promise.” 

He pouts lightly, a hint of a smile on his lips. 

“Come sit with me while I finish this meeting?” 

He grins wickedly the second you finish speaking and climbs eagerly into your lap when you tap your thighs. Warmth rolls off his body as he settles, kissing your neck lightly and wrapping his arms around you before he looks back across your desk. 

He maintains eye contact with your meeting as he puts his heels up on the edge of your polished wooden desk, something he has asked your permission about before. He wiggles his house slippers, trying to be as much of an annoyance to the man as possible. 

To his credit, the man glances quickly back to you, and stays quiet. 

You tut lightly and with humour, gently tapping Blue’s shin. “Behave.” 

Blue chuckles. “I’m sorry.” He whispers in your ear, very unapologetically with unbridled glee in his voice. 

You nod, “Continue Theo.”

Blue rolls his eyes, ugh, as the man across starts to talk. Some nonsense about profits and manufacturing and blah, blah, blah. 

You answer every now and then, occasionally questioning and nodding. Blue likes it when you talk, the way your voice rumbles through your chest into his skin. The sounds of your sweet and silky voice forming the syllables. 

You don’t get up when Theo finishes and thanks you for your time, due to Blue, but you do shake his hand. 

Blue nearly throws a punch when Theo has the gall to ghost his lips over your knuckles. The only thing that stops him is your hand on his waist. 

You wait until he’s left and your office door is closed before you regard Blue with a smirk. 

He grabs your hand hastily, and licks over the spot Theo’s lips touched before he sucks on your skin.

You chuckle at his little display, at the frown that has formed on his forehead. “Did Anselm kick you out of his office?” 

Blue pouts, and eventually pulls his mouth back far enough to answer you. “No.” 

“No?” 

“He was being dull.”

You laugh. “Dull?” You tease.

“He said I was a distraction. And he was ignoring me.” 

“Aw, poor baby.” 

Blue nods, squirming a little in your lap. “I am.”

You stroke his hair with your free hand. 

“He wouldn’t even let me sit near him.” He sulks, “I had to sit on a regular chair with the other people. Like I was just some business associate.” He grumbles, his frown growing. 

You bite your lips together to stop your smile, you’d never seen Blue in quite such a bad mood. 

The agreement had been that Anselm would keep Blue with him while you attended to your meetings today. 

Blue keeps your hand close, squeezing it rhythmically. You don’t think he consciously realises what he’s doing.

“He’s really upset you, hasn’t he?” You ask softly and Blue nods. 

“Yes.” His voice is grumpy and rough, a toddler throwing a tantrum. 

“I’ll make sure he makes it up to you later, hmm?” You stroke your fingers down to his chin, taking hold of it and lightly turning him to fully face you. 

He shrugs, the pout still on his lips. 

Oh, Anselm had really upset him. 

“What did he do?” 

Blue’s eyes flick to you before looking back at your hand. “Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Hmm.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You tease, trying to lighten his mood. But he just sighs and just snuggles closer to you, curling up and pressing his head into your chest. 

“Hey,” you say gently, wrapping your arms around him and kissing the top of his head. “You’re ours, you know that right? We love you very much.” 

“You love me.” He grumbles, and you laugh.

“We love you.”

“Hmm.” 

You squeeze him tighter, just holding him for a moment while he relaxes into your embrace. 

“I could get him in here right now,” you say, “make him get on his knees and stuff his mouth with you until you forgive him?” 

Blue snorts but shakes his head. 

Oh, now that’s really, really worrying you. You pause, thinking. “We could go home? I could put you in that chair I’ve told you about, the one dildo and fleshlight?” 

He squirms a little at that, his breathing hitching ever so slightly as he buries his face further into your neck. But it’s still not the reaction you’d come to expect from him.

A little smile spreads across your face, “I have another meeting.” You say softly, and you feel the scowl on his face. “Come on, sit up.” 

He groans a little, but does as you ask, expecting to have to get off and leave. Instead you guide him into sitting with his feet flat on the floor and his back against your chest. 

“Keep your hands on the armrests, understand?” 

He swallows and nods, curiosity mixing with arousal as you unzip his trousers. He’s unsurprisingly hard.

Blue whines the second your fingers touch his length, pressing back closer to you and moaning lightly. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop, yes?” 

He nods, swallowing. “Yes.” 

“Good.” You kiss his temple and then lean to the side and hit the intercom to your receptionist with your free hand. “Send them in.” 

Blue squirms, his breathing catching in his throat as he fights to keep his hips still. 

“You like being on show for me?” You whisper in his ear, kissing just below. 

He nods, pressing his back as close as he can to your chest. Something settles uncomfortably in his chest, normally this would be driving him crazy. He’d want an audience, demand one. But now…

“Wait…” He grabs your free hand, suddenly unsettled. “I don’t want…” 

“Blue?” 

“Yellow.” He repeats and you stop instantly, quickly hitting the intercom, “Cancel that, I’m not ready for the next meeting.” 

Your receptionist's voice replies with a quick confirmation. 

“Blue,” you kiss his cheek while you rub his arm, “my sweet.”

He nuzzles into you, letting out a little heartbreaking sigh. 

“I need you to speak with me. Is that alright?”

He nods, fiddling with your fingers. You know it’s difficult for him, communicating. There are walls inside him where most only have open fields. 

“What did Anselm do?” You ask gently. 

“Nothing.” 

You let it rest for a moment. 

“It’s me,” Blue says shyly, his voice almost timid. “He didn’t do anything.”

“What happened?” You kiss his temple and he lets out a little soft whimper. 

“I was being…”

“Dramatic?” You tease playfully. 

“Difficult.” He rephrases, but there’s humour in his voice. “As normal.” He threads his fingers with yours and holds his hand close to his chest. 

“Anselm likes it when you’re difficult.” 

“I know. And he was only doing what we normally do, I’m… bratty. And he ignores me and then pretends to get annoyed and then…”

“He punishes you.” 

He squirms a little, his skin flushing with heat as he nods. “Yeah…”

“And you like that normally.” He nods.

“What was different this time?” 

“I… I don’t know.” He swallows, his voice thick. “It felt… I didn’t like him ignoring me.” He presses his face to your chest. “I didn’t like it… it felt… upsetting.” 

You listen, giving him room to speak. 

“And then…” He swallows again, “I didn’t tell him I didn’t like it, I know I should have… but I didn’t want to, in front of the other people.” 

You nod. “I understand.” You soothe. “You know if you had he would have doted on you? Either fucked you in front of them or sent them all out to do it in private.” 

Blue nods against you. “I know, I know he would. Part of me… the…” he taps his head, “knows he would have. But,” he presses both hands, and yours in the process, to his chest. “Here was…” His voice breaks a little.

“It’s alright,” you kiss his head again, squeezing him into a hug. 

“I should have told him.” 

“Sometimes it’s difficult to do things, I understand.” 

He nods, swallowing and blinking hard. 

“It’s good you came to me though. Better to come to one of us or both rather than just be alone.”

“Hmm,” he lets go of your hand to rub at his eyes. 

You let him for a moment and then tilt his head up. There’s wetness on his cheeks. 

You kiss his nose, his forehead and cheeks until he’s smiling. 

“I’m going to get our husband,” you kiss his temple. 

Blue gives you a dopey love sick smile at your turn of phrase, “You don’t have to, I don’t want to bother either of you-”

You shake your head, kissing his nose again. “You are never a bother.” You smile. “Unless it’s in a fun, oh no, you’re so naughty way.” 

He smiles, pressing closer to your neck as you. 

You call Anselm, who answers immediately, and speak quickly in rapid fire German to explain the situation. Blue tries to listen and pick out words as best he can, but the conversation is lost on him. 

When you put your phone down you gently urge Blue to get up and fully redress himself before guiding him out of your office and further down the corridor. 

You take him to a side room, using your thumbprint to unlock the door and lead him inside. 

It’s fair size, decorated in lots of dark wood and wine red. It reminds Blue a little of a fancy presidential suite, but with more touches that are tailored to your and Anselm’s tastes.

“I didn’t know you had somewhere like this here,” he says quietly, touching the bookshelf.

“It hasn’t been used in a while, there was a time when business was a little more unstable.”

His eyebrows pinch together and there’s a rawness in his gaze. He nods, looking a little frail and lost. 

“Here,” you take his hand and sit him down on the large plush sofa, wrapping your right hand over his shoulders as you rest next to him. 

He presses closer instantly, snuggling into your embrace. He breathes deeply, his lips against your neck, the action quickly becoming light kisses to your skin. 

“Blue,” you say softly, trying to deny the heat that pools in your stomach. “You don’t have to.” 

He whines gently for you, the sound almost purring. “Need you, always need you.” He mutters, littering your jaw with kisses until his lips find yours. 

His mouth is hot and needy, desperate as he strokes your tongue with his own. His hands pull at your hips, urging you closer. 

He breaks the kiss for a moment to undo and pull off his shirt, leaving it uncharacteristically in a hasty mess on the floor. 

You run your hands through his hair when he kisses you again, dragging your nails across his scalp and grinning when he shivers and sighs. 

Blue doesn’t hear when the door opens, too lost in the feel of you, but you do. You open your eyes as Anselm walks in quickly. There’s a pained expression on his face. 

You kiss Blue’s cheek, moving back and holding his jaw softly but firmly when he tries to follow you. 

“My kleine blau,” Anselm’s voice rumbles as he reaches the sofa and sits down behind him. 

Blue turns, looking down and hesitant. Embarrassed, you realise. 

“I didn’t mean to get you out of your meeting-” Blue begins, but is cut off by Anselm’s hand on his cheek, pulling him closer, and his tongue down his throat. 

Blue whines softly into the embrace, reaching back and tangling his fingers in Anselm’s wild hair. 

You lean up and run your tongue along his collarbone, sucking at his pulse point. Blue’s muffled cry raises in pitch as he grabs hold of your shoulders, pulling you closer. 

“I did not realise you were distressed, my love,” Anselm mutters between kisses, his voice low with lust but also pinched with worry. “You are more important than any meeting.” He doesn’t give Blue a chance to answer, swallowing his words every time he tries. “Ever. The most important.” 

Anselm moves, lightly touching the back of your neck and pressing warm kisses to your lips. “Thank you for telling me.” 

You smile and stroke your husband's cheek. He rests against your palm instantly, taking a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry for-” Blue tries to start again.

“Nothing. You are sorry for nothing.” Anselm growls while you kiss Blue to silence him. 

“Our Blue,” you mutter into his mouth. 

“Our Blue.” Anselm echos as he kisses down Blue’s chest. 

Blue moans, squirming ever so slightly as Anselm undoes his belt and slides his trousers from his hips. 

“You don’t have to…” He groans loudly as you suck a love bite into the spot just below his ear. 

“We want to,” you whisper as Anselm removes his boxers and flicks his tongue against Blue’s tip. 

He gasps, muscles twitching as he bucks up. 

“Poor thing,” Anselm hums, “being so needy for so long.” 

Blue bites his lip and nods, his eyes rolling back as Anselm sucks the head of his cock into his warm mouth. He lets out a string of whimpers and expletives, mumbled pleads as he gasps for air. 

He presses his head back against the sofa, sinking into the sensations and grabs for both you and Anselm, taking your hand in his left and Anselm’s in his right. 

Anselm sinks lower, taking him further into the tight heat of his mouth.

“Please, please, please,” he whines, not really knowing what he’s saying fully. He squeezes both of your hands desperately, needing you both so badly that it’s painful. 

He hiccups, gasps, “I…” but doesn’t know what he wants to ask for. 

“Here.” Anselm pulls away and presses at the back of Blue’s thighs, practically bending him in half on himself. He licks up the length of him before moving down and lapping at his balls. 

Blue cries out, shivering and shaking in both of your arms. 

Anselm licks lower, “my love?” He nods to you and you know what he plans instantly. 

You move down and flick your tongue over Blue’s slit as your husband dips his head and spreads Blue wider. 

Blue mewls, practically sobbing as you sink deeper, swallowing around his cock as Anselm licks his hole at the same instant. 

“Oh,” he bites his lip, his hips bucking and stomach clenching as you bob your head and Anselm laps. “Oh, god.”

He’s going to faint, he’s going to pass out from the feeling. Both of your mouths so hot and wet and perfect, focused completely on him while he writhes at your mercy. 

The tight ball of pleasure twists and tightens desperately in his stomach, tingles along his veins. His emotions twirl, combine and threaten to pull him under so suddenly. 

The head of his cock bumps against the back of your throat as you swallow, just as Anselm presses the tip of his tongue inside. 

“I’m, I’m,” Blue bites his lip, trying to stop himself but finding himself wanting. “I’m gonna cum.”

Both of you moan as he speaks, the hum vibrating so desirously along his nerves, making him delirious from pleasure. 

He cries out, his back arching as he comes. 

You swallow eagerly as he spurts down your throat, coming and coming so hard that his voice breaks from his scream. 

It’s only when his muscles finally relax that you both break your mouths away from him, kissing up his stomach and nuzzle against his skin, wrapping your arms around Blue and hugging him tightly. 

He breathes deeply, sweat cooling on his flushed skin, as he clings onto you both, needing the safety of your embrace. 

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

thinking about AnselemxReaderxBlue where the reader wakes up to Anselem spooning baby Blue n playing with him while they wait for her to wake 👀 I can’t decide if she’d love watching them rock into each other or punish them for getting started without her

I am so sorry this took so long and also I got a bit carried away...

Trine [4]

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

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Warnings: errrrrrrr, reader is married to Anselm, Anselm refers to reader as ‘my love’, Blue being such a sub, begging, teasing, edging, dacryphilia - a bit, p in v sex, hand jobs, spanking, anal fingering, cream pies, oral (f receiving), there's the smallest bit of german in here, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2490

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Blue whimpers weakly, pressing his face into the pillow to try to quieten the moans that catch in his throat. 

Anselm growls softly behind him, his chest pressed against his back and nipping lightly at his earlobe before sucking hard at his neck. Blue sobs, his spine bowing as Anselm’s hand keeps fisting his cock, speeding up and then slowing down the second Blue tries to chase his high. 

“Aww, my kleine blau,” Anselm whispers, chuckling in his ear and Blue whines desperately. “So loud. Do you want to wake my wife, hmm? Think she’ll take pity on you do you?” He presses his free hand against Blue’s forehead and pulls him back, exposing his neck even more. “She won’t.” He hisses and bites again at his ear. 

Blue squirms, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “Please, Anselm, please.” 

“Aww, you beg so prettily, my love.” Anselm’s hand rapidly increases for a moment before he slows painfully. “Why would I ever want to give you what you want when you sound and look so sweet like this?” 

A sob of frustration leaves Blue’s lips, forgetting momentarily that you are sleeping next to him. You stir a little at the sound, still feeling the warm pull of slumber and ache in your muscles from the previous evening's activities. 

Anselm stoves two fingers into Blue’s mouth and rapidly increases the movement of his wrist, purposefully making the slap, slap, slap of skin echo louder around the room and Blue’s choked whines more pitiful. 

He bites down hard on Blue’s neck, intentionally pulling a sharp muffled sob from his throat. 

Anselm’s eyes, dark and predatory, are glued to yours as you wake fully and take in the scene before you. 

Blue gazes imploringly, reaching his hands out for you needily. But Anselm quickly removes his fingers from his mouth and pins Blue’s arms to his chest. 

“Naughty, naughty,” he hisses just before he licks a hot stripe up Blue’s neck.  He looks back to you and smiles sweetly, “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” 

Blue cries out desperately. 

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I did. Did you sleep at all, or have you been torturing Blue the whole night?” 

Anselm grins wickedly. “Only for the last, oh… thirty minutes or so.” 

Blue sobs, arching his back and trying to buck his hips to meet Anselm’s hand. “Please,” he looks to you with tears in his eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth. And you can’t help but smile. 

You shift a little towards him and lean forward just enough to lightly brush your lips against his. 

Blue lets out another sweet whimper. His lips are hot and wet from where he keeps biting them. He darts his tongue out, briefly licking into your mouth as he opens his, retreating back and urging you to follow. 

You growl, grabbing hold of his cheeks and stroking his skin as you slip your tongue past his lips and kiss him deeply. He tries to push himself against you, straining against Anselm’s tight hold while his hips still buck desperately to reach his high. 

He wants to sink into the sensations, melt between the both of you and become liquid in your hands. 

Anselm stops his movements altogether, squeezing the base of Blue’s cock firmly. He can’t take it anymore and sobs loudly, tears in the corners of his eyes and slipping out from the constant edging. He breaks the kiss with you pitifully, biting his lip and shuddering. 

“You’re being mean,” you say playfully, swatting Anselm’s arm lightly while you stroke Blue’s cheeks. Acting as if his tears didn’t send heat racing downwards. 

“Am I, my love?” He grins wickedly despite the faux innocence in his voice. 

“Very.” You smile back. 

“You’d spoil him if he was all yours, you know?” He chuckles, enjoying how Blue squirms in his arms when he’s being ignored like this, how his breathing increases. 

“Oh, would I?” You lean forward and kiss Anselm lightly, barely a touch of your lips. 

He groans and grabs hold of the back of your neck, keeping you in place so that he can lick into your mouth as he pleases. His grip is firm, warm and sure as he steals the breath from your lungs. 

Blue places a light kiss to your neck, nuzzling into your skin for a moment before whining loudly as Anselm squeezes his cock firmly once more. He breaks the kiss but keeps his hand on the back of your neck as he tuts at Blue. 

“Naughty naughty, trying to get on her good side.” He kisses you again, swiping his tongue over yours. “My love, he deserves to be punished.” 

You chuckle and Blue pouts and whines. “Anselm,” but you barely get the word out before he kisses you deeply. 

“I should tie him to the bed and fuck you on top of him until he’s sorry.” 

Blue squirms, shaking his head rapidly and practically sobbing. Panic gripping his chest at the idea he’s upset Anselm that much. 

You stroke his cheeks, seeing the distress on his face. You kiss his forehead. “It’s just play.” Anselm quickly nuzzles Blue’s neck, sucking a love bite onto his pulse point. “My sweet little thing,” he hushes in Blue’s ear. “So good for me, for us.” He places another quick kiss to his cheek before moving back and leaning over so he can rummage in his bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube. 

Blue nestles into you, kissing along your jaw, one hand on your hip while the other squeezes your breast.

“Please,” he mutters against your skin, so desperate and horny he can’t even think straight. “Please, can I?” He slides his hand under your soft thigh and hitches your leg over his, nudging the thick head of his weeping cock at your entrance. 

He hisses, his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels how wet you are. How his tip glides through your stick folds. “You like this?” He mutters desperately, “like seeing me so desperate?” He bites his lip, trying to stop the shallow thrusts of his hips, trying not to sink inside your tight, wet heat. 

“I do.” You whisper, running your nails along his scalp and he shudders, gasping. 

“Please,” he groans, his eyelids fluttering in an effort to keep them open. “Please, need you both to use me. Need to come with you both.” 

"So, eager to please mein Süßer.” Anselm kneels over you both, pushing lightly between Blue’s shoulder blades so he turns, pushing you onto your back and him on top of you. 

Anselm smacks his ass once and Blue yelps in surprise more than pain, pouting. 

You can’t suppress your giggle. 

“You can’t help yourself,” Anselm tuts, “I move away for eine Minute and you’re already begging to get balls deep in my wife.” 

Blue squirms. “I-”

Anselm cuts him off with two sharp slaps to each ass cheek that has Blue wailing and biting his lip. The pain spreads deliciously up his spine, settling in the base of his cock. The weight of it is almost too much to bear. 

Anselm nods his head to you, and you smile. “Legs up, my love.” He asks softly, and you do as he requests, wrapping your legs around Blue and crossing your ankles over the small of his back. 

Anselm is the one that grabs Blue’s leaking cock and lines him up with your aching pussy. He pushes on Blue’s ass to guide him inside, holding his hip to stop him from thrusting in too quickly. 

Blue whines as he follows Anselm’s directions perfectly, gazing down at you with lust drunk eyes. “Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you,” falls out of his mouth with every sweet inch that plunges deeper, squeezing him so tight and making him lightheaded. “You feel so good, I’m-” His breath hitches, “I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry, I’m-”

Anselm smacks his ass hard again, his skin reddening quickly. The jolt forces him in the last few centimetres, presses him flush against you and he groans loudly. 

The stretch has you tensing, arching up towards him as he presses deliriously deep, rubbing perfectly against the source of your ache. 

“You’re not going to cum just yet,” Anselm pats the handprint he’s left on Blue’s skin, and Blue nods rapidly, eyes screwed tight as he tries to get a hold of himself. 

Anselm gazes down at you, leaning forward for a second to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “You okay, my love?” 

You nod and swallow, hardly able to form words with the onslaught of sensation. The tip of Blue’s cock is nudging at your sweet spot, practically vibrating with how he’s shaking. 

“We didn’t play with you beforehand,” he says sweetly in your ear, half in genuine concern, the other just an excuse to rile you up even more. 

“It’s good.” You breathe. “He’s…” you gasp as Blue wriggles ever so slightly. 

“He’s in exactly the right position,” Anselm nods as he speaks and sits up. “Good. Hear that Blue?” He smacks his ass one more time. The force sends a jolt through his limbs and both you and Blue moan headily at how you move together. 

Anselm smiles, “So, you heard her Blue.” 

He nods rapidly. 

“Perfect spot. So no moving.” He pushes Blue’s ass firmly down. “Not even a centimetre out, understand?” 

Blue nods again. 

Anselm flicks open the bottle of lube and coats his middle and forefinger liberally. “I’m going to move you.” 

Blue frowns for a moment in confusion, about to ask what he means. But his words are cut off by a gasp as Anselm presses his fingers against Blue’s entrance. He shivers, whines in surprise and for a second you worry. Your walls involuntarily clenching down on him. 

“Wait-” You start.

“Plleeaaasssee,” Blue begs, tears running down his cheeks. “Oh fuck, please, just, just get up there, get inside, get-” he moans so loudly it’s almost a scream as Anselm presses in deep, pushing past his tight ring of muscle and strokes deep. 

Blue shakes, trembling with sensation as Anselm’s fingers press and your cunt squeezes. Pleasure explodes behind his eyes, runs along his limbs as Anselm pushes, rocks him against you as if he were a puppet completely under Anselm’s control. 

You gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders as he moves, rocking his hips against you at a mind-numbing pace that has you seeing stars. 

Blue shrieks as Anselm finds his prostate, his orgasm exploding along every nerve and tensing his muscles. He sobs as he comes, his hips moving of their own accord as he floats above his body in bliss. He pumps load after load of hot, thick cum into you, his body running on autopilot as he collapses on top of you. 

Anselm slowly removes his fingers and kisses his shoulders as you kiss his temple. You both hug him for a moment, whispering soothing words as he stays boneless before you both help him up and onto his back on the pillows. 

Anselm licks up the mess on his cock  before he takes hold of your hips and presses you back against the mattress. 

“Such a lovely mess.” He mutters, fisting his own cock for a second before he sinks into you and groans. “Ah, has made you so,” he growls, snapping his hips hard and fast, “needy,” you whine underneath him as he sits up, changing the angle so he can fuck into you rapidly. “So wet, and warm,” he snarls, sweat beading on his temples. 

He places his hand on your chest, between your breasts and keeps you pinned flat to the bed. 

You whine against him, your body hurtling you towards your orgasm as he takes and takes and takes. The way his hips move, the deep, precise thrusts he has memorised, ingrained into his very fibre of being to make you see stars. 

The slap, slap, slap of his thick cock against you, the way he pulls out almost completely before slamming back in breaks Blue from his daze. His cock twitches despite his mind-shattering orgasm a moment before. 

He groans watching, shuffles forward and kisses you sweetly, the action so soft and sweet it almost breaks you in two. 

“Here,” Anselm groans, strain in his voice well covered by his affection for you both. He gently but firmly guides Blue’s head away from you and presses him towards your centre. “Put your mouth to better use.” 

Your cry is sharp, almost alien to your own ears as Blue’s tongue darts out and flicks against your clit as Anselm thrusts against your g spot repeatedly. 

You squirm under both of them, both trying to get closer but also shy away from the pleasure. 

Blue latches onto your clit, moaning as he sucks, his eyes rolling back into his head. Anselm groans as you pulse around him, he keeps a steady hand on the back of Blue’s head and grabs your tight, hiking it high on his hip. Your breathing hitches and he knows you’re close. 

“Take me so well, my love,” he groans, bowing forward ever so slightly as you squeeze around him, your body sucking him deep and fighting to keep him inside. “Made for me, made for us.” 

Blue moans in agreement, looking at you with large, heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Cum on my cock, want to feel you come apart and scream.” 

You whine, so close you can taste it. 

“Want you to-” Anselm groans suddenly as Blue snakes his hand up his thigh, squeezes his ass before dipping lower and cupping his balls. He massages them in the warmth of his palm and Anselm’s vision goes white. 

You gasp as Blue mewls against you, lapping at your clit and gazing up at you, knowing exactly what he's doing. 

Anselm thrusts deeply, the knot in his stomach clenching, his balls tightening and you throw your head back as you come. Your orgasm robbing you of your strength. 

Anselm comes a second later, groaning as your walls squeeze and pulsate and pull him down with you. He bucks shallowly as he fills you to the brim and mixes with the mess Blue made. 

Blue keeps sucking your clit until you stop shaking and your muscles relax. He slowly removes his mouth from you, his hand from Anselm and moves to sit up. 

But you wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down neck to you kissing his cheeks and nose and lips until he’s giggling and snuggling into your side.

You use your other arm to pull Anselm down on top of you, kiss his temple, his scars, nuzzle into his beard and nip at his bottom lip. 

He sighs into your embrace, presses his face into your neck and breathes deeply while he hugs both of you tightly. 

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Anselm Vogelweide x Blue Jones x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 24: Edging

Summary: Anselm and Blue have a bath.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry).

Warnings: edging, handjobs, crying, anal fingering, my not so great German, reader and Anselm are trying to teach Blue German, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 937

Blue tries his best not to wriggle in Anselm’s hold, which he doesn’t do a very good job of. 

The water splashes along and up the sides of the large bath, some hitting the tiled floor below.

“Please,” Blue gasps, hanging onto the porcelain sides. His back is pressed flush against Anselm’s chest, Anselm’s legs on the outside of his own. 

You giggle lightly at Blue’s squirming, just dipping your fingers into the warm water and occasionally skimming across Blue’s thigh. Quite happy to watch from your position outside of the bath. 

Anselm’s hand is a blur on Blue's poor leaking cock. The tip is a deep ruddy purple, practically painful in how close he is to coming. But Anselm just won’t let him. 

Blue bucks, gasping and Anselm slows his hand to a stop, lightly squeezing the base. 

“No,” Blue sobs, the sound anguished. He slumps forward, breathing hard and Anselm lets him, chuckling softly. 

“How many times has that nearly been now?” He purrs, stroking Blue’s back softly. 

“Six.” You answer and Blue whines, his lips practically kissing the water. 

“Aw,” you lean up, stretching out over the edge of the bath to kiss him on the head and grinning. “Poor puppy.” 

He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, looking up slightly so he can press a kiss to your lips. His skin is wet and hot, and his tongue is insistent as he licks into your mouth, groaning quietly. 

You stroke his cheek, indulging him and smiling as you hear Anselm move in the water. 

He takes hold of Blue again firmly, one hand squeezing his balls and the other pumping him quickly. 

“Oh!” Blue sobs, his breathing stuttering as his eyes screw up. His body bucks, his hips moving maddeningly as he gasps, trying to reach his end. 

The water sloshes against the sides and you slip back, shuffling over to Anselm and kissing his bare upper arms. His muscles flex hypnotically as he works Blue over. 

“Come and join us in the water, my love.” He tilts his head to the side as he looks at you, smiling happily. 

Blue whines in the background, his skin burning knowing that you’re both ignoring him. He hates it and wants it so badly. Needs your attention more than breathing, but gets light headed when he knows he’s being ignored on purpose. 

You stroke your husband’s beard and he leans into your hand. He’d dunked his head under the water earlier, just enough for his hair to get wet, but not his beard. His usually wild curls weighted down and slicked back with water. 

“Why?” You tease and love it when Anselm sighs dramatically. 

“Want to feel your skin against ours.” 

Blue shudders, practically vibrating, he’s so close he can taste it, feel it with the tip of his fingers. 

Anselm stops pumping and squeezes the base of his cock. 

“Fuuuccck,” the whine is long and high, heartbreaking in it’s desperation. Blue sobs, tears mixing with the bathwater. “Pleaaaaase?”

“Aww, is our little Hündchen,” puppy, “becoming verzweifelt?” Desperate? Anselm chuckles.

Blue groans, pouting ever so slightly. He was trying his best to learn German, he really was. He just kept getting distracted by you and Anselm whenever you both tried to teach him. 

“I think he is.” You smile.

“Please,” he sniffs, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Please, I’m going to die.” 

“That is a little dramatic, my love.” Anselm says at the exact moment you say, “Such theatrics.” 

Your husband glances at you and you giggle. “You are the dramatic one,” you tug lightly at his beard, just enough to get a soft growl out of him.

“I beg to differ.” 

You just can’t stop yourself. “Then beg.”

Anselm’s eyes darken, he leans towards you, placing his arms on the side. “My love, I think-”

Blue pouts, slapping his hands in the water and splashing at Anselm. “No.” He pouts petulantly. “Enough thinking,” he breathes hard, trying to not let the flood of emotions overwhelm him. “I need…” Fresh tears build in the corners of his eyes.

“Well, this isn’t being very well behaved.” Anselm tuts. 

And Blue sobs dramatically. He doesn’t mean to put on such a show, he just can’t help it. 

“Aww,” you move closer to him, reaching over the side of the bath to stroke his shoulders and then embrace him as he falls into your arms and hugs you tight. “Poor baby.”

Blue nods rapidly, sniffling and burrowing into your neck. 

Anselm tuts again, trying to hide his grin and smack Blue’s ass in the water. 

Blue yelps, nearly jumping out of the bath in the process. 

“Aww, what is that mean Mr Vogelweide doing to you?” You soothe and kiss his nose. 

Blue looks up at you with large doe eyes, protruding his lip ever so slightly.

“Do not fall for his charms, my love.” Anselm mutters, as he moves behind Blue, resting his hands on his hips.

“Too late.” You grin. 

Anselm playfully rolls his eyes at you as he kneels, one hand on Blue’s hip and pressing a finger against his entrance. 

Blue’s spine stiffens instantly, his eyes rolling back even though Anselm hasn’t even touched him yet. 

You hold him close, grinning at your husband as Blue moans softly in your hold. 

“Now, I told you Blue, I’m not going to let you come with my hand on your cock.” 

Blue whines. 

“But, that doesn’t mean I won’t let you come with my fingers inside.” Anselm lightly presses with his forefinger and Blue wriggles, pushing back eagerly. 

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Anselm Vogelweide X Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist • ao3 • want to be tagged? • Status: Ongoing (whenever the brain makes me write another chapter - there's not really a "story" here. It's just smut.) • ko-fi •

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

Part Two: Blue is invited to a dinner party at Anselm's mansion.

Part Three: Blue wakes up after the events of Anselm's dinner party.

Part Four: A lazy morning.

Part Five: When Anselm has to go to a meeting Blue gets bratty.

Part Six: Blue gets punished.

Trine Seven: Anselm and you have meetings all day, and Blue isn't amused.

Trine Eight: You all go to a party.

Trine Nine: Anselm and Blue have a bath.

Trine Ten: Anselm has a new toy for Blue.

Trine Eleven: Anselm is told an honest truth.

Trine Twelve (Good List): Blue gets a little blue around this time of year.

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Commiserating

Anselm Vogelweide x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Visiting his usual healthcare facility for some check-ups, Anselm meets a poor unfortunate soul in need of comfort; and strangely enough, the eccentric man is more than willing to oblige.

TW/CW: Allusions to some sexy times, health issues, financial strain, cancer, child wellness, mentions of bullying, fluff

A/N: Different POV than usual. I don't know why, I should be in bed. This idea came to me because i feel like Anselm probably loves kids despite being the homicidal eccentric business man that he is. And granted this isn't focused on the reader, but I just had to spit this out also this is sort of personal venting because i hate our healthcare system and predatory doctors and insurance companies

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Honestly, if this were any other healthcare facility, he would not even dare come to the "cafeteria" as many in America would put it.

It was a café, and it was probably the best high-end eatery in any facility in this ass-backwards country he'd partake in. The food was less likely to have plastic and unhealthy things in it. Expensive, surely, but money was never a problem with him.

That, and he adored their pastries. He had a rather large sweet tooth.

He had just finished his exams and was awaiting the results. His beautiful love was handling some business calls on her end, walking around the balcony outside the floor-length windows.

She was the embodiment of a mountain goddess--her hair so soft in the light morning mist, the background of the mountains and the sleepy town in the valley below.

The sun was not hanging in the sky, today; but she was walking on the balcony of this place, lighting up his eyes behind his yellowed lenses.

His eyes trailed up and down her form, imagining the things he would do to her as thanks for "picking up the slack" as she'd told him. Her business outfit was sleek, custom-tailored to hold her form. She looked like a force of nature itself when she was serious about "helping" him with his ventures.

However, a cloud came and darkened his sun's glow, as a frown creased her brow. He knew she could not see him admiring her through the tinted windows, but felt he was watching as she gave her reflection a reassuring smile before returning to speaking, her jaw tensed as she began to pace once more.

The café was silent, save for the sounds of the occasional customer coming in to order, and the clatter of a busy kitchen.

Well... and the soft sniffles echoing off the ornate stone and marble walls. Honestly, the interior decorator knew what they were doing. The marble was carved in mind-numbingly intricate designs in some panels, a small waterfall near the back wall with a wishing fountain.

And, standing in front of the wishing fountain...

Was a tiny body, standing over it. The child wore a dress that went down to the ankles, fuzzy (and rather unsightly) boots went up to the calves. A soft, plush jacket was worn over it all, and to top it off, a beanie in the matching color with a brightly colored poof on top.

He tilted his head, leaning forward in his seat.

He could see movement from behind, and heard the tell-tale "plunk!" of a coin being dropped into the water, interrupting the repetitive sounds of daily life.

When the child's sniffles erupted into bubbling sobs, Anselm felt his heart twinge in his chest. While yes, he would not hesitate to shoot a man he disliked, he disliked seeing upset children even more.

Granted, some of the children were spoiled and annoying brats, but he hated it with every fibre of his being when a child was genuinely upset. And this child most definitely was.

And they were currently alone in the café, with him.

He hoisted himself to his feet, leaning on his cane as he took hobbling steps, his brace squeaking with effort as he made his way over.

And oh, when he saw the poor girl's face, his heart dropped.

Sunken eyes, pallid and sickly skin greeted him, along with eyes that were puffy and red and sorely lacking in sleep.

She must be a patient, here.

She looked up at him, her hairless brows quirking up in uneasiness at the strange man who approached.

He gestured to the large flat edges of the fountain, "May I?"

The little girl nodded, sniffling again and wiping her nose on her sleeve.

"Thank you." Anselm smiled, his beard quirking up as he sat down,, a short huff coming from him as he readjusted his leg. He noticed her eyes drag up the brace, before darting away again.

"May I ask your name, Kleine?" He mused softly.

"Bethany." She peeped, her little voice cracked and shaky. Her tiny, skeletal hands wrung at her sleeves.

"Well Bethany, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He nodded politely, "My name is Anselm. Can I ask what has you so... ah, what is it? Down in the dumps?"

Her little lip wobbled, her fingers reaching up to tug nervously at the collar of her jacket, revealing the plastic bracelet identifying her as a patient--as well as the bandaged IV sites in the back of one of her palms.

He could see hot tears filling her eyes, threatening to spill over the dams of her lashless eyes and down her cheeks.

"I'm sick..." She whimpered.

Anselm nodded slowly, and held his hands out to her, "Let me help you up. Sometimes it helps to cheer one up to discuss these things, hm?"

Bethany relented, turning herself and letting Anselm hoist her up on the fountain next to him with a soft grunt of effort.

Her little feet didn't even touch the floor, the poor thing. So tiny and obviously fighting a battle that many adults would struggle.

Anselm rubbed gently on her back, letting her work through her little spasming hiccups and little coughs; he handed her his handkerchief to wipe her face instead of using her sleeve, again.

He was patient, letting her collect herself so she could continue speaking:

"And--and... the other--other kids in school are m-mean to m-me..." She sniffed.

His brow knitted tightly, his teeth grinding softly. "Mean?" He asked, "How so?"

"They.... know I'm sick..." Bethany mumbled in reply, her eyes looking at the floor in despair.

"But they still mean to me. My d-doctor, he said I was better enough to go b-back to school... I missed school. I miss my teacher. She's nice to me, she gives me extra snacks..."

"Ah, always good to work on a full stomach rather than empty," Anselm said, trying to inject a bit of levity to the topic. "I myself get rather snackish while working. My darling tends to remind me I forget to eat..."

"Really?"

"Yes," Anselm grins down at her, his hand still providing the soothing caress to her fragile form. "And complains my snacks aren't always good for me..."

"Like.... candy?" Bethany peeped.

"Yes! Yes, candy, other sweets..." He chuckled. "But, enough about me... Continue. Please."

"My teacher's name is--is Miss Henley. She's got funny hair, and likes to do puppet shows for storytime...."

Anselm listened to her ramble about her teacher, the subject calming her from the tears and depression from moments ago, before she returned to the other children.

"The other kids know I'm sick..." She repeated, "Sometimes they... my medicine made all my hair fall out. I wear my hats because I get cold, and... they..."

Anselm pulled out his backup handkerchief from the inside breast pocket of his coat, and dabbed a tear that dared try to fall from her eye, his touch gentle.

"...sometimes they take em and throw em over the fence during playground time... sometimes they take em and put em in the trash, or--or fill em with nasty stuff, or put them in the toilet and... make me put them back on..."

Anselm felt a stab of white-hot rage in his gut; his head rocking back.

What horrible little cretins! Bullying an obviously very ill, struggling child who is just trying to make it through school like her peers? Who just wants to play, as all children do? What kind of shit parents raised such little twats?

His jaw set tight, Anselm frowned, "They bully you? Does your teacher not do anything?"

"Miss Henley does... it's why they don't do it 'round her no more." Bethany replied, a heavy sigh coming from her tiny body. "They do it during other stuff... PE, or--or music class..."

"Despicable." Anselm scowled, "What happens when they get in trouble?"

"They get sent home for a couple a' days... the principal makes em write me stuff and say sorry. But they just do it again... and when they come back to school sometimes they get meaner."

"I see... Schools here will preach about fighting back against such atrocities but will not lift a finger to protect you." He muttered angrily, earning a confused look from Bethany.

He waved his hand, forcing his posture to relax a bit. But it was short-lived.

"They also say it's my fault my daddy left... that he... he didn't want a nasty stick for a kid no more..."

The words "nasty" and "stick" being used to describe this sweet, suffering child--even by other children--almost set Anselm's blood to boil.

He had half a mind to track down the parents of those children and force them to take "lessons" in properly raising their children...

"Now listen to me," Anselm said, taking a deep breath through his nose, "I do not know your family situation, but your father not being in your life anymore is not. Your. Fault. You are a child, he is an adult who is obviously more a coward than that. A boy, no man."

Bethany kicked her feet as he spoke, sniffing again as she stared up at him with her big green eyes.

"Those children are likely targeting you because they see you as weak. But you aren't." He poked her gently in the chest, "Because you are strong. You are likely fighting a battle none of those little brats who torment you will ever have to face. You are fighting a battle some adults struggle with; and you are still going to school with it. So you, Bethany, are a fighter. Not a "nasty stick"."

Her little smile made his heart flutter slightly, knowing he was likely one of the few to offer such words of comfort in this dark time for her. And so, he decided to cheer her up further.

"Come, come, Kleine." Anselm adds, awkwardly shuffling to his feet, taking her hand and helping her down. He leads her to a small chair and table set, watching as one of the servers walks up to them, "Can I get you anything?"

"Is there anything you cannot have?" Anselm asked her, raising his eyebrows. "Any diet?"

"No...?" Bethany struggled.

"I will take... two slices of strawberry shortcake with extra whipped cream and strawberries; and some hot chocolate." He said politely to him.

"Cake?!" Bethany gasped, her eyes getting big as she bounced in her seat.

"It'll be right out." He grins at Bethany's excitement.

"Wunderbar." Anselm grinned back.

"Wonder... what?" Bethany asked, bouncing more in her seat in anticipation for her sweets.

"Ahh... It is German, my dear. It's another language." He explains with a chuckle.

"Oh... can you speak Spamich?" She asked.

Anselm laughed a bit louder, "Spanish. Yes! A little, though I often speak in my mother tongue more often than anything else, even English, at times."

"Your mommy's tongue?" She squinted, her bouncing halting in the light of her confusion.

"It means the language I was born speaking, first, Kleine." He clarifies, "Like how you speak English first and foremost."

"Ohhh..."

They had more small talk, things like her pet budgie named Chunky, who can whistle "Walking on Sunshine" and the theme from "The Addams Family". She mentioned she liked the Addams family because of how pale she became, she looked like the daughter, Wednesday Addams. She even dressed as her for Halloween while she was in the hospital!

When the cake and drinks came out, Anselm felt almost giddy. Bethany quickly uttered a million happy "thank you's" before digging in alongside Anselm, washing each hefty bite down with a sip of hot chocolate.

Their eating skills were on par with one another, both of them winding up with whipped cream and strawberry toppings on her chins and cheeks. He was being intentionally messier than usual to give her a bit of comfort; so that she didn't feel messy. She was a little girl in pain; she deserved to be messy with some cake.

Once she finished it, she sighed happily, leaning back in her seat with a grin that made her cute little dimples even more obvious; a smile Anselm felt was infectious and her dimples endearing.

"Thank you..." Bethany replied shyly.

"Nein," Anselm says, shaking his head. "Thank you for the lovely company. You are a very--"

"Bethany!" A woman exclaimed, rushing up to the table. Her clothes were a little disheveled, her eyes haunted and exhausted as she pulled Bethany from her seat and tucked her behind her body.

"Ah, you are her mother?" Anselm said, her reaction completely understandable. He stood up and extended his hand, "Little Bethany was in quite a state of distress, so I thought a little bit of conversation and some sweets would lighten her mood. And it would seem I was correct."

He smiled, holding a napkin out to Bethany so she could wipe at her face, and he did the same. Her mother relaxed, and licked her lips anxiously, "I... I can p-pay for the cake, you--"

He shook his head, "It was my gift to her. Do not worry."

"But..."

Anselm held his hand up, "No. Your daughter deserves something sweet for her troubles. A child deserves a little cake now and then, no?"

Her body sagged, looking from her daughter to Anselm a few times. It was obvious this was the happiest she'd seen her daughter in some time, so despite seeing her daughter sitting and dining with a strange man; it seemed she was content with the outcome.

And that she clearly wasn't used to the prodigality of strangers.

"Thank you..." She said, rubbing the corners of her eyes tiredly. "I was... I was trying to talk to the doctor, and..."

Her voice broke a little, making Bethany hug her leg to try and comfort her mother, "I'm trying to get approved for a loan to pay for her next treatment."

"A loan?" His ears perked up, blinking.

"I, her... her dad..." She looked at Bethany and pointed to a booth by the window, deciding the subject was too heavy to discuss with her daughter present.

Bethany hesitantly relented, but happily skipped along when Anselm passed her the last few strawberries on a plate as an offering to convince her.

"Her dad left." She said softly.

"Yes, she mentioned the children at school say cruel things about it." Anselm said, wrinkling his nose.

"How can they be so cruel?" Her mother choked, covering her mouth as she watched Bethany blissfully eat her treat. "How can anybody look at her and think it's--it's okay to do that?"

She took a moment to compose herself, accepting the napkin Anselm offered to dab her tears.

"Her dad left. When she got sick it--it put a massive strain on our marriage and he just... he couldn't take it. I wasn't on the papers for the house so he kicked us out. The divorce is still ongoing and--and it's just... it's so expensive. He already has another woman living with him and she hates Bethany..."

Anselm frowned deeper at listening; the more he heard about Bethany's "father" the more he was tempted to find his address and visit him himself. Letting some harlot come between you and your sickly child? He was worse than scum. He was the bacteria he washed from his hands after making a business deal.

"I had to sell my car and move into an apartment to make ends meet, I can't move out of state until the divorce is finalized so we can't go to my parents." She said, a short sob coming from her. She clapped her hand over her lips to keep it down so her daughter didn't hear.

"I took out a loan, but the money's gone. Mike emptied our joint accounts and his lawyer is trying to "prove" the money wasn't ours; but his. Beth's treatments are just--even with insurance, they're so... they're so expensive. I've been trying to get in contact with Saint Jude's or--or somebody..." She choked up again, and Anselm extended his scarred hand to pat her shoulder.

"But I can't. There's no more money. My parents wanted to put their house up as collateral, or outright sell it, but... if they did that, we wouldn't have anywhere to go once the divorce is done..." She ran a hand through her hair, snagging the messy strands.

This woman was on the brink, the weight of the world on her shoulders and her heart on her sleeve as she struggled to pay for her daughter's medical bills. She suffered sleepless nights, extra shifts, transit fees to her doctors....

"What, may I ask," Anselm says gently, gesturing to the server for more hot chocolate as he guides her to sit. Their eyes drawn to Bethany as she watches birds perch and dance on the balcony outside, "...is Bethany ill with?"

"...it's some sort of cancer, I... I don't know the specifics but it's hard to fight, and they all said she'd get the best care here, but..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing quietly, "I just don't know what to do. I can't lose her. I lost my sister two years ago in an accident. I can't lose my baby, too."

Anselm's jaw hardened, almost to the point he could feel the joints threatening to dislocate; his teeth cracking.

Yes, he killed people. But the sheer predatory nature of the "healthcare" in America was despicable. A child was dying, and all they could see was dollar signs on her premature death certificate.

It made bile roil in his belly, claw and fight against the cake he had so happily eaten with that darling girl. That sweet, bright little girl who was suffering so greatly due to something completely outside of her control.

He stamped his cane on the floor a few times to calm himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

A doctor walked up to them; and initially he had thought perhaps it was one of his with his test results, but it wasn't. It was a pediatric oncologist. A man with too much plastic surgery done to maintain his youth, his skin stretched taut to conceal evidence of aging, his hair dyed badly and his teeth obviously implanted.

"Mrs Williams?" He asked.

"Yes?" She asked, he voice trembling as she stood.

"I'm sorry, but..." He said, injecting false sympathy into his tone. It made Anselm want to have someone shoot him. It made Anselm want Anselm to shoot him.

"The last payments didn't go through. Unless you pay, we can't treat her here anymore. There are financing options--"

"No! No, the--the money is there, I promise--" She pleaded, "Just--give me a few more days, and I can... Please. I promise I'll pay! Beth needs these treatments!",

"I--"

Anselm grunted, moving to his feet and glaring at the plastic-looking man with contempt, "No."

"What?" The doctor asked.

"I said--no." He growled, getting in his face.

"Any fees required for the treatment and care for that child can and will be billed to me," Anselm said, "And you will wipe that disgusting smile from those ugly straight teeth before I knock them down your throat."

The doctor reeled back in shock, and Bethany's mother stared in awe and confusion.

"Y-you're not exactly family..." The doctor tried. "The insurance company--"

"I will pay for the best plan, then. Whatever you idiot Americans--" He turned to her mother for a moment to utter, "--no offense to you, ma'am--"

And turned back to the doctor. "Whatever you idiots consider healthcare in this country, I will pay. The both of them. That young girl will get the best and most considerate treatments you people can conjure up. Provided it is safe for her, I will even pay for experimental treatments."

"B-but.... You can't..." Bethany's mother said, crying softly in awe.

"I can. And I shall," Anselm smiled as his sun, his love, walked up. Sensing the negative energy, she eyed the doctor with distaste.

"Is something wrong, Anselm?"

"No, nothing is wrong, my darling sun." Anselm said far too cheerily, kissing her on the lips for a moment, "But I will ask that you guide me through this dreadful insurance system you Americans use. I want that young girl," He nodded towards Bethany, who was now watching with a worried look on her face. "And her poor mother here, to have the best plans our money can buy. You'll help me, won't you my darling?"

"Of course." She replied without hesitation, pulling out her own handkerchief to wipe away the drying sticky mess from the cake, picking small crumbs from his beard.

"Now then, doctor..." Anselm's voice dropped with ire, "Any financial concerns can be brought up to me. If it comes to it, I can even have specialists flown into the country myself if you are too inept at treating that child."

Every word Anselm spat at the man beat him back like a physical blow until he was leaving with his tail tucked between his legs, telling them to stay so they can sort out the paperwork.

Anselm comforted Bethany's mother as she collapsed in her chair into relieved, shaking sobs. Bethany rushed over to climb in her lap and hug her mother. It didn't take his lover long to realise what was going on, and her heart broke for their situation.

After a lengthy conversation and many signed papers later... Anselm exchanged contact information with Mrs Williams and little Bethany, even promising to make it to her big school play to watch her play a pixie in some fairytale. (And of course he asked his beloved sun to teach him how to properly use this "face-time" that Mrs Williams mentioned.)

"My love, I'd also like to have someone ruin her disgusting pig of an ex-husband's life," Anselm sighed, waving the two off as they got into their cab he'd called for them.

"Oh? You don't want to kill him?" She teased with a giggle.

"No, that would be a kindness. I want him to suffer." He replied calmly, as if he were discussing the morning paper. "I want him to realize that Bethany and that woman were the best he was ever going to have. I want their divorce finalized as quickly as possible, I want his house. I want to give it to them instead. He will suffer, knowing he was a pig who abandoned his family when they needed him. I want him financially and reputationally ruined. I want him to have to sleep in the gutter like the diseased rat that he is."

He turned to her, and gave her a rather dreamy look, his eyes twinkling, "Oh, and I wanted to discuss the possibility of us having children in the near future."

He slowly grinned, his expression morphing mischievously, "Sweet little Bethany gave me a sort of hankering for a little girl of our own."

[angel-of-the-moons]

Anselm Vogelweide Masterlist

Miscellaneous Characters Masterlist

❤️‍🔥 -- Means NSFW

🍰 -- Means Fluff

💘 -- Means eventual NSFW

🥀 -- Means Angst

❤️‍🔥 Carry-Ons (Anselm x Fem!Reader)

❤️‍🔥 Vampire!Anselm Blurb (Anselm x Reader)

🍰🥀 Commiserating (Anselm x Fem!Reader)