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[clowndaydreams]

A, B, C, i, or K (doesnt have to be all of them! I just couldn't decide 😭) for Gam?

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No Worries! I’ll do 3 of them for Gamzee.

Affection:

Be ready to have all kinds of face paint smeared onto you(mainly your neck) as he is the biggest cuddler around! He is the softest yan of the bunch honestly. 

 I picture him as a delusional protective yandere. The delusion is that something is currently trying to kill his darling at all times. This, of course, means that he has to save the day and imprison watch over his beloved until the threat is gone.

For the intense scale, he is also the most varied. On a normal day, he’s about a 1-2. Very chill and doesn’t prefer to enact harm on his Darling, even for punishments. When threatened by outside forces or his Darling really managing to piss him off at the wrong time(when his usual high is wearing off) he shoots up to a 8. Will do what he has to with no second thought and may even kill someone. 

Blood: 

Not very on a normal day. His delusion is that his Darling loves him back and he is keeping them safe.

On a bad day, he is pretty messy. Most likely to kill threats and severely harm an unruly darling.

Ideals:

In his perfect world, you’re both living in the middle of nowhere, somewhat near civilization for food and stuff. 

In a nice cottage where you guys do almost everything together. From tending to the livestock you have, to cooking dinner together. It’s very cottagecore. Spending the days with your loved ones in the wilderness with no possible bad thing in sight.

[blueorchid33]

Post: gamzeeXreader fics would be capitol right now fandom from squidmama

On it.

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Once again, you’ve spent another night ‘doin da Tumbl’. But tonights Tumblr experience was much more satisfying. 

Why?

Because tonight was the night that the Gamzee fans took over. It was a glorious and… stimulating event that made you have to change your underpants quite a few time (though after about the 7th time you just said ‘screw it’ and free balled.). But that was to be expected.

With a yawn, you glance over at the clock to see that it’s around 4 in the morning. Sleepy time.

Slinking away from your computer, you crawl into you bed. But, though you are quite tired, you find that you can’t bring yourself to go to sleep. Not that you don’t want to. You just can’t. You’re too worked up from all of the internet Gamzee attack that you were just a part of. 

Your privates are still tingling in that delicious way that causes you rube you legs togther so you can feel more of it. After about a minute, it isn’t enough to satisfy you, so you turn onto your stomach and slowly start to grind against your mattress. With each slow roll of your hips you feel your face getting hotter.

Soon this isn’t enough as well, so you slowly reach a hand behind your back, slipping it under your pajama bottoms and in between your legs and begin to lightly stroke yourself. 

You bite down into your pillow to muffle the moan that tries to escape from you. 

With your in your pillow and your hand working you from behind, you find it easy to imagine that it’s the Bard of Rage himself pleasuring you. You can almost feel him watching you wither like a harlot with a smile ghosting over his painted face as he absentmindedly fondles his cod piece. 

Saliva slides down your chin as a low moan rolls off of you tongue and you hips arc up off the bed as you feel a spike of pleasure from a combination of that sexy mental image and a well place slide of the fingers. Your’re so close that you can taste it. Soon you become so lost in the pleasure that that all you can focus on. All other things are lost on you.

Like the sound of the closet door opening.

The feel of your pajama bottoms being pulled down.

You even miss a voice whisper ‘honk’.

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Gamzee x Reader HoNk :o) Lemon (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/N6z183RCvt You and Gamzee have been friends for quite a long time. And you feel like this friendship might grow into something more intimate... Warning! LEMON (only for filthy sinners, by filthy sinners)

[clowndaydreams]

hey, this wasnt on the prompt list, but how would Yandere Chahut and Gamzee react and behave having a Darling who's almost as possessive/dangerous as them?

Chahut is elated. It’s what she wanted and more. Gamzee’s delusion wouldn’t come into play too much, except for blocking out some of the more violent tendencies of his darling. Otherwise he is also content that his Darling feels the same way. 

[sewbergamzee]

Friends

Listen to me for one second. If you like Gamzee. If you like fanfiction. If you like nagas. If you like GamzeeXreader fanfiction. Click this and read What Lurks In The Woods. 

It was written for me and makes me feel special. It has slight non-con and is graphic is a good way. But if you have a moment click it and read it and leave a nice comment for the person who made my day tremendously more brilliant. Please. This person needs to know the depth of my affection. 

[sewbergamzee]

Sweet and Sour Sopor CH 8

(Really bad rap included :D)

"Gamzee?" You asked curiously, walking into the room after a minute. "Gamzee are you there? Heeellllo?" You called playfully then frowned a bit. "Where the hell'd he go?" You questioned to yourself, eyes traveling up the mess of pie tins, down the cascading empty Faygo bottles and onto the couch. The very spot where yesterday you got your first dose of grape face paint… A bright red blush covered your face and you felt two arms wrap around your chest, nearly causing you to shoot up like a rocket. One arm wrapped around your neck gently to prevent you from seeing him.

"HoNk." It was so quiet you could hardly hear it… it almost sounded far away. You couldn't help but giggle as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, sending small wet smears of the face paint over your skin as he roughly smothered into your neck.

"Gamzee…?" Your giggling cease when you felt his sharpened teeth cut into your skin. "Ah!" You jumped back at the sudden pain. So far he had been extremely careful with those!

"Please do not struggle." Your eyes widened at this, confirming the lingering suspicion that you had and doing exactly what Equius had just asked you not to do. You thrashed against him.

"Let me go!" You snapped, lashing in his grip. You knew it was useless, Equius was too strong and there was no fucking way you could get out of his hold. "Let me go right the fuck now!" You yelled a second time.

"I cannot comply and you… lowblood… are in no position to be ordering me." Oh god this can't be happening! His tongue roughly smashed against the bleeding wound on your neck, causing you to cry out again. You could only make the noise for a moment as he tightened the grip on your neck, making it impossible to breathe. You had no option, your nails dug into the sweaty flesh on his arm.

"Yes, that is what you should be doing. That is an acceptable action…" Too late. The lack of air finally got to you and you blacked out.

The instant your eyes opened you went ballistic.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Two arms were still around you and you flipped your shit. You were in no state of mind to focus and pulled off in a panic. In the midst of your flip out you knocked over a half-eaten pie—the sound pulling you out of the nightmare your mind was playing. Sitting beside you, having just been holding you, was Gamzee. He blinked at you.

"Shit sis, I'm sorry. I all up and thought that you wanted to snuggle with a motherfucker. Just left to get some motherfuckin' pie and you snoozing on this fucker's fluffy cushions." The tears welling up in your eyes made him even more sorry that he touched you.

"I didn't mean to upset you, lil' mama. y—" You grabbed onto him before he could say anything else, clinging as if he was your only life line. "Lil' mama?" Your hand tangled in his shirt as the tears slipped from your eyes. You did not enjoy being hated in the first place, but… kismesis was not your thing. Instead of prying you for further details, Gamzee only held you closer to him, gently running a hand down your back.

"S'okay, sis. Just a bad motherfuckin' dream…." He brushed your hair back from your neck, seeing the bruise that was steadily forming. He instantly knew who had done it, the highblood lingered on you with such a light scent only others of similar standing could smell it. Hatred rose in him for the blue blood, but more so than that… hatred in himself. When you needed him—when something truly horrible could have happened to you, he was preoccupied with slime.

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turntechGodhead: what exactly does a mage of rage do and more importantly what sick rhymes can i write about it?

terminallyCapricious: I don't know. Also just because it rhymes doesn't mean you have to wrap about it.

TG: rap

CH: That's what I meant.

TG: really? because im thinking you meant that this shit was going to be like christmas

CH: Oh it's going to be like Christmas, Dave. It's going to be like Christmas when I drop the sickest rhymes you've ever heard. They will be my gift to you.

TG: lay it on me

CH: Right, right. Okay check it.

Gamzee was giving you a rather amused look at you half glared at the computer screen. It was nice to have another human to talk with. Egbert was a spaz, Rose kind of made you uncomfortable, and Jade was nice but always busy. Dave your typical cool kid who stereotypically ignored people like you. The only problem was that Pesterchum was unavailable here and you had to use Gamzee's Trollian to communicate with them.

"Lil' mama?" Gamzee questioned after a few seconds of you just staring down the screen.

"Gamzee I don't know how to rap." You stated suddenly. "Like at all." A small chuckled as he pulled you further onto his lap, laptop on yours.

TG: yo?

CH: Sorry, just giving you some time to prepare yourself for the epiceness that is about to befall you.

TG: something tells me i could spend years preparing and not be ready for this

CH: So you up and ask me to bust a rhyme, like because obviously, I got the time—player! To be honest I just can't find, a way to make you see my side. Even though it must be summer, you seem to think it's Yuletide. Oh that's right, you're the cool kid—made of ice but it seems that you, dear knight, should have thought twice. Cool kid, out from Texas thinks he knows a thing or two, but let me just lay this on you—un-cool kid I just served you.

CH: Was that as bad as I think it was?

TG: no

CH: Oh god it was! I just re-read it and my eyes started to bleed!

TG: how did you know im from texas?

CH: I have approximate knowledge of many things, Deevid.

TG: you do (neame)?

You couldn't help but giggle, partly because Dave was playing along with your dorkiness and partly because Gamzee nuzzled into your neck again.

"Gamzee…." You tried not to laugh, pushing his head from your neck for the seventh time during this conversation. Rather than being put off by it, he simply gave a small honk and nuzzled back into your neck. The instant you were out of the shower today he was all over you. He didn't necessarily want to pail—though he wouldn't say no—he just wanted to be as close as he could… and coat you in his scent should the blueblood get any ideas.

"I want you closer to me, baby girl." Before you would protest he pulled you onto his lap, arms wrapping around you tightly and moving his head back into the crook of your neck. You couldn't help it and you started to giggle again, his breath tickling you. He took a sharp breath inwards, your laughter making him rethink his stance on just cuddling.

Those thoughts were pushed from his head quickly enough as you leaned back into him, taking a breath and closing your eyes against him. Despite the painful itch on the inside of his skull it seemed better when you were in his arms. A wide smile came to his face as you looked up at him from those close position.

"Gamzee?" You questioned, smile mirroring back on your face. "Can you teach me how to rap so I'm not horrible?" His smile grew tremendously at this.