Dandy & Queer

My name is Dozuki. I don't do requests, I write what I want, you can suggest ships but I make no promises to write them. This is a personal account to share my writings. There will be problematic themes, I do not shy away from writing whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. Don't like? Don't read.

This is a sideblog of @radshippqueer , meaning I am radqueer and proship, but there is no DNI on this account at all, I do not care who interacts. Antiradqueers and antishippers are welcome to read, like, reblog, and enjoy the fanfiction I create. I don't care if you break your own DNI to interact with me as long as that interaction isn't negative. Hate of any kind will be deleted, and you'll be blocked.

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Tea & Biscuits

Pairing: Teagan x Ginger

Info: Ginger is a transgender woman, this is blowjob/handjob centric, vague bondage mention, mommy kink, glove kink if you read between the lines, small cock kink.

Notes: This is one of my shorter ones so far. None of my fanfics really follow canon too closely, though some things might get mentioned, but they tend to look the same as they do in the game. Enjoy.

“Such a sensitive girl.” The words make the hairs on Ginger's arms stand up, well, that and the feeling of her girlfriends tongue lavishing her already throbbing, aching cock. Small as it is, it's the center of all the feelings in her body right now. She wonders, somewhere in her logical mind that's far from her right now, if this is how a cis girl feels when her clit is played with. She doesn't get to think too much about that unfortunately, as the wet heat of Teagan's mouth envelops her again and her focus returns to not wildly bucking her hips to get just a little more of that glorious suction. Her eyes roll back, her hands gripping the rim of her girlfriend's teacup head. She can feel the smirk against her pubic region.

When she finally pulls off, just as Ginger is reaching her climax, it happens with a disgustingly lewd, wet pop, a line of spit connecting Teagan's mouth to the tip of her dick. “You're being such a good girl, shortcake.” She purrs, running her gloved hands up and down her body, eventually resting on her breasts to knead and pinch the two mounds. “Are these full? Are you ready to pop?” One of those hands then moves to her balls, squeezing them slightly to illustrate her point. The action makes Ginger tense, but she nods anyway, knowing her girlfriend expects an answer even when she's in this state. This seems to please the older woman.

She peppers kisses from the crook of the cookie’s neck to the top of her pubes and everywhere in between, before finally pulling away and taking her cock in hand. “Can you say please? Say please, mommy.” She encourages, going at a slow, almost leisurely pace. Ginger lets out a noise between a sob and a moan, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Even as slow as her lover is going, she's been so close to the edge for hours now, denied each time, and her climax comes faster each time. “Please.” She blubbers, her body wriggling slightly against her will. “Please, mommy, I'm a good girl. I'm a good girl. I need it. I need it…” Her hips get held down by the teacups free hand, and the one in her cock quickens.

Ginger yelps, her hands curling into fists where they're tied above her head. She can't stop the drool that drips out of the corner of her mouth as her balls clench up and the coiling in her cock builds once again. “Go on, crumb, cum for me.” That's all it takes, that one bit of permission, for Ginger to let go and spurt watery, clear ropes of cum onto the face and bare breasts of her lover.

Teagan leans down to give the tip of the softening member a kiss and moves up to give the girl its attached to an equally soft, if a bit sloppy, kiss as well. Ginger's brain is so fuzzy that she barely recognizes she's being kissed, nor does she recognize when her hands have finally been freed from their binds. She does realize that she's being pulled in to cuddle, but by that time, her eyes are heavy, and so is her body. She lets her eyelids close against the chest of her girlfriend, and her brain moves to a blissful black void.