#fem gamtav

[andysapplepies]

here you go

MY DUMBASS

I DIDNT LOOK AT A REQUEST THROUGHLY ENOUGH AND UPLOADED THE DRAWING, REALIZED I WAS WRONG, AND DELETED IT ON THE SPOT @terminallytoreasnore IM SO SORRY ILL DO YOUR REQUEST FOR FEM GAMTAV ASAP!!

[xeshtrangh]

now entering: the start of my horny era

fem gamtav

[careforacuppatea]

She’s smiling so big and wide, all-sharp-slightly-crooked-teeth-showin’ so big and wide. Her beamin’ got her nose scrunching up, this pitiful sweet crinkle at the bridge of her nose that he’s the impulse to press his thin lips to. Soft lookin’ cheeks rounded even more, and flushed a delicious copper brown, makes her look so warm, just tempting him to reach out. 

Tavros is warm, like actually, he’d know, because they finally got to meet, and they’re best buds and best buds get to touchin’ each other incidentally and subtly. Perhaps Gamzee doesn’t know how warm she is on the inside intimately but oh isn’t that what zoning out into far out rapturous thought bubbles was for? 

Like, he's sure if he swallowed her whole he'd have those wickedly hot Alternia sunbeams shooting out from every which way out his eyes and ears and mouth and every pore he’s got. Sometimes it does already be feelin’ like he's taken a bite of the sun, like now with how unbearably sickly hot his cool insides feel, from just gettin’ to catch the sight of Tavros grinnin’ so genuinely, sincerely, earnestly, happily. 

Gamzee's left swallowin’ thickly a lump of that theoretical sun piece in his throat, and there’s a terrible aching between his shoulders that could be labeled as undeniable, irrefutable, pitifully flushed red yearning, but instead he’s associated the feeling with that of a sunburn in a bad spot.  

She notices his either/or inappropriate-impolite staring fixation, and he notices the smile-creases at the edges of her eyes. For a split moment as their eyes met, and even in his stupid stupor, he’d swear it on a motherfucker that those big, soppy-cow eyes glistened more like liquid gold than polished bronze. 

[star-webbing]

Au!Tavros: uHH HI GAMZEE,, uH HOW ARE YOU?? *She Rubs The Back Of Her Neck Nervously*

Au!Gamzee: Im PrEtTy GoOd SiS, ThE jAdEs FiNaLlY LeT Me HoLd A gRuB *Paps Tav’s Head*

Au!Tavros: oH uH IM REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU GAM *Smiles*

Au!Gamzee: MaYbE oNe DaY i CaN sHoW yOu ArOuNd ThE CaVeRnS

Au!Tavros: *Smiles Brightly* rEALLY,, yA THINK THEY’D LET ME?

Au!Gamzee: LoNg As YoUrE wItH mE lIl SiS *Places Arm Protectivly Around Her*

[akamavarii]

fem gamtav again

[jawd]

I love your fem tavros!! I also hate gamtav anyway so I'm very 👀

IDFJDG THANK U!! also if you do read that fic tho i would be careful. since im basically catfishing the gamtav crowd there are unfortunately some gamtav moments in there to entice them but i hope they're bearable, that's how i tried to write them anyway

it also helps that gamzee literally cant speak at all LMAO

[careforacuppatea]

Hey y’all back at it again at krispy kreme with some hot and heavy Gamtav fanfiction. 

It’s 2011 and I’m on my PB&J bullshit.

Heads up it is fem!Tavros because I was hungry for it and that’s what’s up.

Summary: 

He’s always got her too loud, he rattles her nerves so severely she all but shouts down the whole damn roof of her hive. 

What if she’s heard? Improbable, no one lives nearby, isolated in the country on a lonely cliffside, just the cold and indifferent ocean below. The beasts she’d befriended throughout the years have always been good about keeping her secrets.  

Still, too loud, too loud, and that’ll get a low blood like her noticed, and heard, there’s no doubt she’ll be heard, because that’s what he wants. He wants to hear her, and he might just as well find some sick satisfaction of there ever being a chance for some other poor, innocent trespasser of a troll might also catch the sound of her squealing and sobbing out for pity, red, red, pity.

Can be found here at AO3

Sneak peak under the readmore:

[  She was easy.  ]

“Ah, ah, ah! —”

[  Her lusus, Tinkerbull, had done all one small, fairybull Lusus could do to try and raise her bronze blooded charge, in all tender pity a good guardian could possibly hold in regards. It wasn’t hard, because Tavros was easy, an easy grub to care for, an easy troll to watch over.  ]

“Oh, uhgh, ah! G—Oh.” Heavy, breathy moans beat loudly about her sensitive ears, ricocheting off the walls of her respiteblock. It’s embarrassingly familiar, the panting, the airy too-high pitched whines, so recognizably her.

[  Easy meant good, at least she knows that’s what her lusus had meant by it.

Even when she’d lost the ability to use her legs, even then, she was easy. So what if that took a blow to her already struggling confidence as a 6 sweeps old youngster, made her into a much more homely sort of troll. The uncertainty and awkwardness about her had only gotten worse. Hardly heard and thus hardly seen.

That’s good for her blood kind though, her Lusus had told her, that meant she won’t be noticed.  ]

He’s always got her too loud, he rattles her nerves so severely she all but shouts down the whole damn roof of her hive. What if she’s heard? Improbable, no one lives nearby, isolated in the country on a lonely cliffside, just the cold and indifferent ocean below. The beasts she’d befriended throughout the years have always been good about keeping her secrets.  

Still, too loud, too loud, and that’ll get a low blood like her noticed, and heard, there’s no doubt she’ll be heard, because that’s what he wants. He wants to hear her, and he might just as well find some sick satisfaction of there ever being a chance for some other poor, innocent trespasser of a troll might also catch the sound of her squealing and sobbing out for pity, red, red, pity.

She knows that, she knows that he does it, this, on purpose, because he can, and because he’s got her right where he wants her.

[  Still, with an ancestor of such might and confidence, boisterously leading the charge of low-blooded trolls alike to battle, it’s so unfortunate how uncool and prone to a stuttering rhythm of speech she was bestowed with.

Was her ancestor easy?

If it’s not the quirk in her mannerisms that encouraged bullying from a certain blue blood, or less respectful treatment from her fellow trolls—  ]

His hands are like iron, gripped around what’s left of her thighs, to keep her right where he wants her and right where he needs her and right where he can continue to devour her.

Large hands that he continues growing into, hands that are too cold and too thin and too dry and rough, paired with too long, sharp of fingers. Hands like his betray the fact he’s actually quite (or would it be cunning?) That his nature is intrinsically quite conniving as it is capricious. His hands betray that, and sometimes, so does his smile, when he still purposefully feigns being otherwise sharp as a culling blade, when around the others.

Before the game, and during the game, he’d managed to fool her just as well as the others; she believed him to be just an oblivious, rather harmless silly soul with a penchant for room temperature faygo, and sopor slime that rotted out leaking holes in his thinkpan.

It was only after certain events of that game, after the whole game itself, that she’d realized. She’d observed Gamzee in all true seriousness once they had somehow eased into hanging out around each other again.

She’d study him when he didn’t seem aware (Tavros still never expected him to not zone out every now and then) Like picking up a habit, because studying turned to catching herself fixated with his hands, noting the width of his palms, the way spindle-thin fingers curved and elongated with every gesture as he spoke and rambled on.

Tavros then went on to watchingstaringdaydreaming studying other things about him in more close, serious detail. Gamzee moved all his sharp angles and hollowed concaves artfully open and loose; unhurried and sauntering strides with mile-long legs she’d track up and up.

Yet corded sinews of muscle flexed unspoken control. The joints in his knees creaked with the capacity of incredulous speed. The improper hunching of his back wasn’t as much of an inherent exhaustion, but that of a creature hunched and waiting, ready to spring out in attack.

Everything about him was utterly deceiving in nature.

It was her own damn fault. Gamzee’s more observant than he lets on. Instead of speaking into existence of feeling those hands on her well soon enough after, it was all that staring and watching that must’ve done it.

He’s actually quite manipulative, and she’s not afraid anymore (she doesn’t let it get the best of her anymore)

Something about the way they’d both changed for better or worse was the catalyst for him to finally get his too-long-too-clever-too-cold-too-rough-too-high-blooded hands on her.

Continue on AO3

[andysapplepies]

MY DUMBASS

I DIDNT LOOK AT A REQUEST THROUGHLY ENOUGH AND UPLOADED THE DRAWING, REALIZED I WAS WRONG, AND DELETED IT ON THE SPOT @terminallytoreasnore IM SO SORRY ILL DO YOUR REQUEST FOR FEM GAMTAV ASAP!!