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Gamzee x Reader
"I got... Gamzee!" you exclaimed. YES. HELL FUCKING YES. Gamzee was the hottest thing you have ever laid eyes on and being in a closet with him would be like- well, what do you know? SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN. Speaking which, you should probably go get in the closet. Y'know, so you can actually kiss him.
You practically dove into the closet, towing the aforementioned Makara after you. Not that he resisted or anything. The door was locked behind you and you tumbled onto Gamzee, knocking you both to the floor. You grinned happily as you realized you were straddling his hips with your face only centimeters from his, and his hands on your waist. He chuckled and sat up. "Hey, sis, easy there. First we should drink some motherfuckin' miracles to make our lives just that much better." He pulled out a bottle of what else?- Faygo while you readjusted yourself to sit on his lap. Gamzee offered you the bottle, which you accepted and promptly opened. What you didn't know was that some prankster had shaken up the bottle beforehand, and the tumultuous event just moments ago hadn't helped. Consequently, the soda exploded all over your face and body. You and Gamzee recoiled a bit in shock, then leaned closer to inspect the damage. Your entire upper body was tinted purple, while Gamzee only got it on his shirt. "Aw, (name), you spilled the motherfucking miracle juice! Guess I'll have to clean up."
You giggled softly as he licked up the grape concoction, starting at your forehead and going down to the valley of your chest. He would have gone farther, but lo and behold, Strider opened the door. "That... Is not something I wanted to see. Go take your weird kink somewhere else. No- DID YOU GET FAYGO ON LIL CAL?!"
You looked up, and sure enough, there was the creepy marionette, hanging from a shelf with purple liquid all over him. You blushed a little and stood up, only then realizing that you were wearing a white shirt. Gamzee noticed this too and immediately gave you his own dark one. "Heh, that should help, or at least until later when we get in the motherfuckin' respite block."
"I got... Gamzee!" you exclaimed. YES. HELL FUCKING YES. Gamzee was the hottest thing you have ever laid eyes on and being in a closet with him would be like- well, what do you know? SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN. Speaking which, you should probably go get in the closet. Y'know, so you can actually kiss him.
You practically dove into the closet, towing the aforementioned Makara after you. Not that he resisted or anything. The door was locked behind you and you tumbled onto Gamzee, knocking you both to the floor. You grinned happily as you realized you were straddling his hips with your face only centimeters from his, and his hands on your waist. He chuckled and sat up. "Hey, sis, easy there. First we should drink some motherfuckin' miracles to make our lives just that much better." He pulled out a bottle of what else?- Faygo while you readjusted yourself to sit on his lap. Gamzee offered you the bottle, which you accepted and promptly opened. What you didn't know was that some prankster had shaken up the bottle beforehand, and the tumultuous event just moments ago hadn't helped. Consequently, the soda exploded all over your face and body. You and Gamzee recoiled a bit in shock, then leaned closer to inspect the damage. Your entire upper body was tinted purple, while Gamzee only got it on his shirt. "Aw, (name), you spilled the motherfucking miracle juice! Guess I'll have to clean up."
You giggled softly as he licked up the grape concoction, starting at your forehead and going down to the valley of your chest. He would have gone farther, but lo and behold, Strider opened the door. "That... Is not something I wanted to see. Go take your weird kink somewhere else. No- DID YOU GET FAYGO ON LIL CAL?!"
You looked up, and sure enough, there was the creepy marionette, hanging from a shelf with purple liquid all over him. You blushed a little and stood up, only then realizing that you were wearing a white shirt. Gamzee noticed this too and immediately gave you his own dark one. "Heh, that should help, or at least until later when we get in the motherfuckin' respite block."
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were centered around you. The way you laughed and smiled. He'd never admit it, but
sometimes he would mention something triggering just to see that beautiful flush crawl its
way across your cheeks. Plip, plop The mutant buried his head farther in his plush
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Bitch, fuck yes we did get faygo on your fucking marionette Lil' Cal