#the two after them are normal rumple and mungo

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[impeccablebackside]

what do you personally think are the (sexually speaking) favorite things the queens have about their toms?

Thanks for the ask anon. Some appreciation always goes a long way between two people, so it is a good question. I am going to try to limit them to biggest faves, but no guarantees on that.

For Vic, she loves how unwaveringly devoted her mans is to her beyond anything. I honestly do not know how to put it into words in a way that would properly qualify it. I so much want to know what that is like anon. To belong to someone and have every moment together give me happiness. To look at someone and know they are the light of my life. It is true love and dedication in a way that completely transcends everything. The passion and love they both share elevates anything sexual way beyond simple pleasure. Intimacy stemming from that basis is absolutely life affirming.

To actually answer your question in a more objective sense, Vic does love how big her man is, and that is in more than one way. He is more than strong enough to lift her up and treat her any way or to anything he wants, but the gentleness in his touches betrays how rough he could be. His size make her feel protected and loved. Otherwise, his size also electrifies her in a way nothing else can sexually. Plato has a long dick, and is very modest about it. Larger in length or at the further end of average, but with a normal girth. When flaccid, it honestly is still something to behold. He is a shower more than grower, and when erect it easily rivals any other tom in the junkyard.

He is smart enough that he knows how to use it, but is so gentle and caring for his partners Vic when fucking her that he never abuses it. He has restraint to only give as much as she can handle, especially when they start, easing into her and getting her comfortable (and wet) before diving deeper or increasing his pace. He does lose a bit of focus on being gentle from time to time, and loses himself in her pussy, sometimes fucking her with everything he has to give to try to make her feel like she is the most important queen around. Nothing feels as good to either of them as one another locked in like that, and Vic has never found an orgasm that hits harder than getting railed by her mans.

With Rumple, she is always happy to see just how excited Mungo is to be with her. He is literally at the call and command of whatever she would ask of him, and it is reasonably at no question. If she wants it from him, all she has to do is ask, and he will trip over himself to give it to her. That profound eagerness to please her is wrapped in both of their kinks / preferences to priase or worship someone and have that reciprocated. The need is certainly stronger for the tom, and he gives whatever energy and attention he can to ensure his little love feels it.

Mungo puts a bit more urgency (sometimes, he is hedonistic too and will get lost in slowly fucking her pussy because of how good it feels) with his efforts, especially when he is eating her out. Knowing that he is making her feel so good and further emboldened by the sounds she makes, it makes him even more enthusiastic. His mouth is not for all talk either, and skill with his adept tongue is probably Rumple’s fave thing from him. The tom knows what he is doing.

Tanto does not have a tom, but she quite enjoys when she is given praise and attention by any of her partners. Them realizing her beauty and then explicitly telling her about it makes her feel so good. After a point, the attention and praise gets her horny, and she surprisingly makes the first move.

Cass likes Alonzo's more overt dominant bravado coupled with his hidden (to the rest of the junkyard) submissive side. He is a switch, so she gets the best of both worlds from her strong tom. Not differing much herself in a way, she likes that he can match her energies when the time is appropriate. Though, her submissive side is not actually submissive so much as it is passive to someone taking more control.

When he wants, Alonzo will flex his muscles and show her a good time. Specifically, he is not afraid to degrade the brown queen when fucking her. It is fully from a position where he remarks how a figurative goddess gets to be sullied by a mere street cat. She is into it. On the flip side of that, she loves for him to bow before her in reverence, kneeling at the feet of a queen that is more royal diety than cat. Tying in to the switch preference for both of them, he can either sub for her in that situation and let her direct everything or he can essentially worship her body and do all the work while she lays back. The power balance between them is something that is fluid, but Cass always has the upper paw.

Deme simply loves her man deeply to begin with, and the love and care he reciprocates literally gives her a reason to live some days. Even during sex, his care for her and importance he places on ensuring she is comfortable with everything makes her feel very special. Not only that, it also lets her open up and be more receptive to the love, lust, and pleasure that she gets from Munk. Being taken care of fulfills her in a way that nothing else can, and when she feels that love during sex, it amplifies the enjoyment. It certainly helps that her man knows what he is doing, and when he gets a bit carried away with his lust, the stimulation she get from his fucking is almost unlike any feeling she has felt before. Munk made her squirt for the first time, and that deserves a round of applause.

Bomba likes a mix of Tugger's prowess in general, and his showy self turns her on to some extent. He is skilled and open about his sexual side, and she appreciates that in several ways. Bomba loves his mane, and gripping it during sex when she needs to anchor herself to something. Otherwise, his attitude and behavior is much of her favourite things about him. When he gets feral and is a bit more aggressive with his moves, she loses it. Him having his way with her goes a long way, and it always gets her going. When he fully commits to it, fucking her hard and good before burying himself into her pussy and filling her up with his cum. She loves that shit.

Jenny likes some of that good good unmistakably round, remarkably fat, impeccable backside that Busto is. She has eyes for his body, and she cannot help but thirst over his dignified character and the proud way her carries himself as well. His celebrity-like status in her eyes turns her on quite a bit. He has fine taste as well, and has equal eyes for her gumbie shape. Plus, when they fuck, she does love him giving her some good ass slaps with his paws and ass-whooping spoon.

Jelly likes that AGus matches her wavelength with her kinks. They both can dabble pretty freely in whatever they want, and there is never resistance between them. If Jelly wants something, she can get it and vice versa. Her enjoyment of nippleplay, degradation, fisiting, and anal fingering are all well received by both parties. Plus, she knows that if her partner wants something, he is not timid to ask.

[sailorstrawbebby]

Ok I’m fresh off of a session of my tabletop group where I decided to make my character as inspired by (human!) Rumpleteazer as possible and see if anyone notices so for anyone who’s curious about how that’s going for me:

As a recap, her name is Jolene “Jo” Varley and last session I did decide to give her a twin brother (Andy) who’s left the circus she works at prior to the game’s starting point (I’ve always been more drawn to the headcanon of sibling Mungo & Rumple than a couple just because personally I think chaotic crime siblings is SO fun and has so much potential so I let that bleed into this because I think it’ll add more depth to her character and give me more to work with and I prefer it to playing romance). She’s a tightrope walker/trapeze artist (so was her brother, before he left) and also a cat burglar (again, Andy too). She’ll steal especially from rude or shitty guests to the circus.

So, last session we didn’t get to do much in the way of plot (it was the first session, GM’s internet went out towards the end) so we more or less just established where everybody was at the top and sort of did character introductions. This session, one of our party members couldn’t make it, so the rest of us decided to have a bit of a prequel adventure sort of on the fly. A couple people had to leave early for various reasons so by the end it was just me, my roommate (playing the circus’s costumer), and our GM.

Basically, four years prior to the events starting in our main plot (2015, Jo’s 17 here) our traveling circus finds itself in New Orleans. Jo steals beignets rather than wait in line (I’ve been there, I’ve seen the line in the morning. She would not wait), our party attends a ghost tour that’s maybe more ghostly than it’s supposed to be, Jo tries to hide it but she IS scared, our costumer heads off to an anime con & loses in the cosplay competition to a seven year old with a store bought Sailor Moon. Jo and Andy find themselves stopped by a street magician.

Absolute MAD props to my buddy our GM because all I said to him about her family was “she has a brother who used to be part of her act in this circus but who has recently left and she doesn’t talk about it” and he peered into my soul and understood what I wanted. So the short version is, this magician asks Jo to pick a card, write her name on it, and burn it. She does (with a fake name, obviously), he produces two wrong cards before making the CORRECT card complete with her signature appear in his wallet. She screams and bats the wallet out of his hand. Tries to run away with it. Andy stops her. I go, “c’mon, man, be cool,” and our amazing GM has Andy tell Jo “you don’t run away with their wallet. You slip money out and hand it back.” Absolutely without me telling him I wanted a brother who’s in on the grift he gave me a (himbo) brother who’s in on the grift. 

Magician turns out to be a creep. Gives them some kind of business card, tries to flirt with Jo (he’s too old for her! and creepy!) Andy tries to set up a LONG CON against this guy. Siblings go back. Real money swiped by Andy replaced later with monopoly money. Twin idiots panic about a magician tracking them down (I remember a fanfic I read where R&M have a SPECIFIC “don’t try to con magicians” rule and realize that author was so, so right), seek help from the (now drunk) more sensible costumer and the superstitious ring master. The gang gets more alcohol, nevermind that some are underage. Costumer is in a full Titania from Fire Emblem cosplay all the while. We’re sent to buy moldy onions from the supermarket on the ring master’s tab. Amazingly it works. Jo makes Andy carry the fishbowl her drink came in full to the brim with moldy onions. There’s 13 total. She makes Andy grab a 14th, normal onion. She dubs the onion Bilbo after a comment by the GM. 

Things happen. We run into the magician on the street. He spots Jo despite some great rolls to hide behind the others (the costumer brought attention to her). Chaos ensues in the form of the magician summoning about a dozen geese. One steals the costumer’s prop axe, one chases Andy, Jo fails to throw one at the creepy magician. The geese get arrested, somehow. The gang hides in a restaurant. 

All in all, I made some terrible decisions, rolled poorly in important moments and forgot there was a mechanic that would allow me to trade in fate points to reroll, developed a rapport with my NPC brother, and generally I think was very true to my interpretation of Rumpleteazer’s character. Bilbo the onion was thrown at the magician as a weapon but was caught. The magician bit into it raw. Jo recovered Bilbo and a small service was had, he was buried in dirt. I’m thinking maybe she has an onion plant in a pot when we jump back to 2019.

This was incredibly long and likely makes no sense but I didn’t want to forget it for my own sake and honestly I’m having an absolute blast playing a character who can get this chaotic and part of me really wishes I hadn’t set up that Andy had left because it’s only been a few hours but if anything happened to him etc. etc. but now at least Jo has some more substance to her.

[azkaabanter]

It's Quicker than falling Asleep

Oneshot fic, about 1,500 words. Post war, some mentions of Drarry. It had been a rough night.... for everyone. Even though the battle was long over, and our physical scars healed, our emotional scars refused to get better. The pain still lingered of loss and heartbreak. That night, I'd joined the Weasleys downstairs at about two o'clock in the morning. I had woken up with the scars on my chest burning and my throat raw from screaming after a nightmare. I don't recall what it was about; they all got jumbled together after a while. All I remembered were the screams of my friends and allies, and the pale red eyes and slitted nose of Tom Riddle. I remembered Draco Malfoy's wild eyes, riddled with immense pain, and obvious regret. He didn't want to join them. He just wanted to be free of the burden that had been set on his shoulders when he was a child, and didn't know any other way. Pale blonde hair caked with mud and brick from the rubble; grey eyes heavy after seeing too much; a look that I myself saw any time I looked in a mirror. I had long since accepted my respect and love for him; there was nothing I could do for the beautiful man except to fight him with everything I had because he was evil and I was good. But the world isn't split into good people and death eaters. We both have light, and dark inside of us. It's up to us which side we choose to act on. And he chose dark rather than light. I sat up, my chest heaving with heavy breaths, momentarily confused until I had realized that I was home. I was with the Weasleys. I wasn't on the run. I wasn't in St. Mungo's. I was home. Then I realized that the silence was too great; to heavy. I carefully put on my old glasses and picked up my freshly repaired wand. "Lumos Maxima" I whispered, and a blinding white light brightened the whole room. I looked around; Ron wasn't there. His bed was rumpled and unkempt, but he wasn't in it. I stood up on the familiar creaky floorboards, the silence pressing into me. 'Just like when I was walking into the woods.' The thought sat in my head like a crushing weight. My heart started palpitating harshly in my chest, and my breathing sped up. "No. No No No. You're fine, Harry. You're home." I had said quietly to myself, standing at the top of the long staircase just outside of Ron's room. I forced myself to calm down, before walking down the creaking stairs towards the flickering candle light at the bottom. My feet hit the thick shag carpet after the last step, instantly warming me. The night was cold, unusual for summer, but appropriate for the mood we were all in. I walked into the sitting room to see two bowed red haired heads. Ron and George. "Hey..." I said quietly, causing them to look up at me. I offered a soft smile to them when I saw their tear stained cheeks. "Hey Harry..." Ron said, his voice cracking, and more tears dribbling down his face from sad hazel eyes. I took the seat on the side of him; George sitting in a chair next to the couch. "What keeps you up tonight?" I had asked, but I already knew the answer. It was always the same. The war. War never ends. War never leaves. War never sleeps. War is. War is not. It's always the same. What else could it be? "Fred." George said, his voice tightened in the obvious act of repressing tears. He takes in a rattling breath, and Ron leans over and rubs his back in a brotherly way. George wiped his eyes, blinking away tears. I sucked in a deep breath of my own. Fred was family to me, too. His death was a dent in my already pulverized heart. "We were just... talking about him." Ron said, quietly. And so it began. A long conversation filled with tears, laughs, and memories. Remembering a young man who was smart, resourceful, funny, caring and brave. Fred Weasly, a great. "I-I wonder..." George started after I had gone long quiet. "-if it hurt." he said, tears streaming again. I tuned back into the conversation, from which I was completely distracted. It had been a while since I'd contributed to the conversation. I couldn't shake the feeling that Fred's death was on MY hands. I looked down at my hands, and turned them so I could see every angle. They looked innocent enough. Dirty nails, dry-ish skin, leading to scarred wrists and a blood stained red shirt that was not so innocent. You would never be able to tell that they held a wand which used illegal curses. You would never be able to tell that they held the wand that killed people, and indirectly killed just as many. "If what hurt?" Ron asked him. "Him... dying." George said, and I looked up. Memories flooded into my head. "The boy who lived, come to die..." Vivid images of the forest rushed into my head with the force of a freight train. "And you'll stay with me?" "Until the very end." I started hyperventilating, and everything started closing around me. "Are you okay, mate?" Ron asked me. I nodded quickly, and tried to get myself under control. I took one last deep breath, before opening my eyes, my forehead covered in sweat and my hands desperately grabbing at the fabric of the couch. "It's..." I started to say, looking at the two of them. Real family. Brothers by blood. With a mother and a father. Yet their lives were just as broken as mine. "It's quicker than... falling asleep." I said quietly. Confusion covered their faces for just a fraction of a moment before understanding took its place. "God, Harry. You actually did..." Said Ron. I nodded. I'd never spoken to anyone about what had happened in the woods that night. I couldn't truley put it into words." "I-I had to... to kill Voldemort. I had to die to kill Voldemort. So you could live... so HE could live." By that point, I was having a full panic attack. I needed to talk. I needed someone to know. "Who?" George asked, leaning foreword at me, but I just shook my head. "No, we're supposed to talk about Fred right now-" "To hell with that, mate. We can talk about Fred whenever we want. But you-" Ron jabbed a finger into my chest "keep everything bottled up and never talk. It's about time you had someone listen." Ron said with certainty. Normally, I would just not talk. I would avert the conversation to something else, anything else. But that night... that night I was ready to talk. About everything. "I..." They looked at me expectantly. "I don't know where to start." "Start out with who the 'he' is." George had said, looking, and sounding, interested. I wasn't going to say. I wanted to run at that moment, actually. But I looked at the faces of the people I had begun to think of as brothers, and I knew that they would accept me for who I was. "I-" I took a deep breath. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." I had said. The words hung in the air densely for a few seconds. Both of the red-heads' jaws were open comically wide. "Malfoy?" Ron choked out. "Y-yeah..." I'd replied, somewhat regretting what I'd said. "I... didn't expect that..." George said, scratching his head. My face reddened, so I decided to break the silence. "Okay, I'm not waiting for your reactions. I needed to say something. Now I'm going to move on before this weird confidence ends and I can't talk anymore." And so, I spoke. I spoke about what happened in the woods. I spoke about my dreams, my nightmares, and my guilt. Oh god, my guilt. Death was on my hands. Torture, too. I told them about how I cut myself during and before the war. Since fifth year. I talked about my depression. I talked about my eating disorder. And they listened. They listened because they understood. God, they understood. We comforted eachother. And then they started talking. Letting out all of their bottled up thoughts and emotions, putting it out there. By morning, we were all riddled with crazed laughter; we sounded like a group of high muggles, but we didn't care. The weight of a thousand loads was lifted from our broken shoulders. And it was quicker than falling asleep.