Star Trekkin’ Across the Universe
Subject to Puntax Series
Part One: Mathmatically Speaking
Part Two: All About Chemistry
Part Three: Chai Chai Again
A/N my husband is a terrible punster and he started me on this last night, so since I hadn’t written a chapter for this in a while, I decided I’d inflict these puns on you. I admit everything, I regret nothing.
“Did you hear about Ensign Pillsbury?” Tony said. He leaned up against the side of the library carousel where Bucky had spread out his books, head bent seriously over the papers as he tried, desperately, to study. Glancing over to see his boyfriend’s perfect thigh on the edge of the desk’s surface was not helping this endeavour at all.
“What about him?” Bucky wasn’t sure what Tony was talking about; it was astonishing how many times Tony started conversations with complete non sequiturs, his genius brain so far ahead of everyone else’s that Bucky felt like he was constantly playing a game of catch-up. It would have been annoying, but there was very little Tony seemed to like better than explaining himself, and he managed to do so in a way that was engaging and cute. Bucky could sit for hours and watch him talk, all wild gestures and animated expressions.
“He’s bread, Jim,” Tony said.
What? Bucky scrunched his nose up and then… Pillsbury. Ensign. Bread, Jim. Oh. Oh, god. “Your jokes, Tony, they boldly groan where no one has groaned before.” The puns, at least, Bucky was getting better at. He’d discovered, about halfway through the semester, that trying to keep up with Tony at all was sort of like running laps every day. He got faster, even if he couldn’t keep up.
“I sense… that you need a break.”
“Good going, Councilor Cleavage,” Bucky said. “What, Tony? I have a test on Monday.”
“Let me give you some dating advice from Will Riker’s mouth to your ears,” Tony said. “If at first you don’t succeed, try Troi again.”
Ow. Ow. Really, Tony’s terrible jokes made his eyelid twitch. And they weren’t funny, they really, really weren’t. Laughing would just encourage him. Bucky chewed the inside of his cheek.
“Resistance is futile,” Tony said, leaning over and nipping at Bucky’s ear, his breath warm and ticklish. Tony’d discovered that trick relatively early in their make-out sessions, that Bucky’s ears were very sensitive and made him all pliant and eager. “You will laugh at my bad jokes.”
“You could save us all some time and think of good jokes,” Bucky pointed out, “and then you wouldn’t have to bribe me into enjoying them.”
“How many ears does Spock have?”
“I’m going to regret asking,” Bucky said. “How many?”
“Three. The right ear, the left ear, and the final front ear.”
Yep. Sooo many regrets. “Studying, Tony.”
“I can help,” Tony offered.
Bucky very deliberately did not look away from his notes. “Yeah, you’re going to help me study for my Classics in Western Philosophy class?”
“Okaaaaay, no, probably not, no.” Tony managed to be still and quiet for a whole four and a half minutes -- probably a record, honestly -- while Bucky jotted notes and consulted his text book, cross-referencing his sources. “Knock knock.”
There were, Bucky knew, really nice things about having a boyfriend. He should make a list and keep it on him, for moments like these where he couldn’t remember any of them. He sighed. “Who’s there?”
“Spock.”
“Spock who?”
“Spock up, I can’t hear you.”
“Tony.”
“Yes, my love?” Tony practically flopped into Bucky’s lap, shoving the carousel a good six inches across the floor with an ungodly screech.
And now he had a lap full of Tony and the attention of everyone who was trying to study on this floor. Wait, what? “What did you say?”
“Spock up --”
“No, I mean the other part.”
“Oh.” Tony flushed. “Nothing, just being me.”
“Over the top and adorable, I know.” It wasn’t fair, god it wasn’t fair. Bucky pulled Tony closer for a moment, breathed in the scent of his hair and shampoo. My love. “I’m not going to get any studying done, am I?”
“I can be good,” Tony said, checking his watch. “How long do you need?”
“Tell ya what,” Bucky offered. “You let me study for an hour, and I’ll take a break, okay?”
“Okay,” Tony said. He batted his eyelashes. “How many Romulans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?”
“Um…”
“One hundred and fifty one! One to screw in the lightbulb and a hundred and fifty to blow up the house in disgrace.”
“That one’s a little obscure for me,” Bucky admitted, frowning.
“Oh! That’s what we’ll do on your break, then,” Tony chirped.
“Blow up the house?”
“Watch Star Trek,” Tony said.
“Sure, why not?” Bucky turned back to his books. True to his word, Tony was mostly quiet. After about fifteen minutes, he dragged another chair over and folded himself into it. A few moments after that, he was half-sprawled across his chair, with his head in Bucky’s lap, like the world’s most obnoxious cat.
Bucky ran his fingers through Tony’s hair while he read through his notes. It was oddly soothing.
Tony was pretty much asleep by the time Bucky finished reading through his notes and drawing up flashcards. A comfort, having him warm and sleepy and practically purring against Bucky’s leg while working. Probably not very comfortable, for Tony, but what was a guy supposed to do.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Bucky said, packing his things. “I’m done for now. Let’s go watch some television.”
“I cannae get up, right now, Captain. There’s a wee problem with ma transporter beam! I cannae work miracles!”
“I’m not carrying you across campus again, Tony,” Bucky said, bouncing his leg until Tony reluctantly untangled himself.
“Damn it, Jim,” Tony said, “I’m a doctor, not a fully functioning adult.”
“Come on, babydoll,” Bucky said. “I’ll get you a coffee and we can watch Star Trek.”
“Hmmm, two of my three favorite things,” Tony said, dragging so much of his weight against Bucky’s arm that honestly, it might as well be easier to carry him.
“What’s the third thing?”
Tony kissed his cheek noisily. “I love every bone in your body,” he said. “Especially mine.”
“Keep that up, laddie,” Bucky said, using his best (probably not very good) Scottie accent, “and ye’ll nae be gettin’ any television watchin’ in today.”
“Beam me up, hottie.”
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Dreemurr Academy #3 (FellSwap Gaster)
Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.
This includes myself, though I'm sort of a in-between.
I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.
That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.
To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.
Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.
The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man, but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.
Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.
Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.
Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and who's grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.
The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a tooth pick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.
The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feel need to be taken down a notch. Such things take there toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps in his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.
The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bulling of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.
The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be more cruel in humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is a easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.
The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.
Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.
I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.
I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the guys company. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.
Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.
Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far more tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.
Papy is easily the most loveable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a loveable soul.
Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.
All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.
Today is a typical day. Classes seem to take longer than normal, which isn't necessarily a bad thing with most of them. Again, knowing how to get by and being ready for them helps big time. And Professor Dings's Philosophy class is most definitely one of those need to be ready for classes. He looks for reasons to fail others, if you don't meet his high learning standards you get bad grades or kicked out.
" 📪 ✋ ✡ ✌ ❄ ❄ ✌ 📂📄⌛📪 👍✌ 👌 ✋ ✋❄ ❄ 💣 💧❄ 👍 💣 ✋👍✌❄ 👎 ✋ ❄💧 ✋ ❄✋💣 📬📬📬❄ ✌ ✌ ✌✋ 💧❄ ❄ ❄❄ 💣✌ 💣 ✋ 📬" (NOW, IF YOU'LL ALL TURN TO PAGE 126, WE CAN BEGIN WITH ONE OF THE MOST COMPLICATED POINTS IN TIME...THE WAR AGAINST THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE.)
Score! I've been waiting for this point in study. It has my favorite person in history in it.
" 👌 ✞ 💧❄✌ ❄📬📬📬 👍✌ ❄ 💣 ✌❄ ❄ ❄❄ 💣✌ 💣 ✋ ✌💧✍" (NOW BEFORE WE EVEN START...WHO CAN TELL ME WHAT THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE WAS?)
A boy in the back raises his hand.
"✡ 💧✍" (YES?)
"Uh...Was it about furniture?"
Dings's eye twitches.
" ❄ ❄ 👍😐 ❄ 💣✡ 👍 ✌💧💧 👌 ✋ ❄ ❄ ✋💧 👌 😐 ✌❄ ✡ ✌👍 ✏" (GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CLASS BEFORE I THROW THIS BOOK AT YOUR FACE!)
The guy isn't sure he means it till said book is hurled his way, making him flee the room.
"*sighs* ✌ ✡ 💧 ✍" (*SIGHS* ANYONE ELSE?)
I look over at Dings's younger brother Slim, we're his best students so we often go back and forth with Dings's grading attention. Slim merely nods before putting his head down, so I raise my hand.
" ✡ 💧✋ ✏ ❄ ✞ 👎📪 ✌💧 ✋ 💣 ❄ 💧 💧📬" (LYNSIE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE INFORM THESE FOOLS.)
"The Ottoman Empire was a vast and powerful force that was formed in 1229 and finally ceased to be in 1922. The Ottoman Empire, also known as the Turkish Empire or Ottoman Turkey, was an empire founded in northwestern Anatolia in the vicinity of Bilecik and Söğüt by the Oghuz Turkish tribal leader Osman. After 1354, the Ottomans crossed into Europe, and with the conquest of the Balkans the Ottoman Beylik was transformed into a transcontinental empire. The Ottomans ended the Byzantine Empire with the 1453 conquest of Constantinople by Mehmed the Conqueror. During the 16th and 17th centuries, at the height of its power under the reign of Suleiman the Magnificent, the Ottoman Empire was a multinational, multilingual empire controlling much of Southeast Europe, parts of Central Europe, Western Asia, the Caucasus, North Africa, and the Horn of Africa. At the beginning of the 17th century the empire contained 32 provinces and numerous vassal states. Some of these were later absorbed into the Ottoman Empire, while others were granted various types of autonomy during the course of centuries. With Constantinople as its capital and control of lands around the Mediterranean basin, the Ottoman Empire was at the center of interactions between the Eastern and Western worlds for six centuries. While the empire was once thought to have entered a period of decline following the death of Suleiman the Magnificent, this view is no longer supported by the majority of academic historians. The empire continued to maintain a flexible and strong economy, society, and military throughout the seventeenth and much of the eighteenth century. However, during a long period of peace from 1740 to 1768, the Ottoman military system fell behind that of their European rivals, the Habsburg and Russian Empires. The Ottomans consequently suffered severe military defeats in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, which prompted them to initiate a comprehensive process of reform and modernization known as the Tanzimat. Thus over the course of the 19th century the Ottoman state became vastly more powerful and organized, despite suffering further territorial losses, especially in the Balkans, where a number of new states emerged. The empire allied with Germany in the early 20th century, hoping to escape from the diplomatic isolation which had contributed to its recent territorial losses, and thus joined World War I on the side of the Central Powers. While the Empire was able to largely hold its own during the conflict, it was struggling with internal dissent, especially with the Arab Revolt in its Arabian holdings. During this time, major atrocities were committed by the Ottoman government against the Armenians, Assyrians and Pontic Greeks. The Empire's defeat and the occupation of part of its territory by the Allied Powers in the aftermath of World War I resulted in its partitioning and the loss of its Middle Eastern territories, which were divided between the United Kingdom and France. The successful Turkish War of Independence against the occupying Allies led to the emergence of the Republic of Turkey in the Anatolian heartland and the abolition of the Ottoman monarchy."
"❄ ✌ 😐 ✡ ✏ ❄ ✌❄ ✌💧 👍❄✏ 😐✌✡📪 ✌💧✡ ✈ 💧❄✋ 📬📬📬 ✌❄ ✌💣 💧 💧 ✋ 👍 ❄ ❄ 😐 ❄ ❄❄ 💣✌ 💣 ✋ ✍" (THANK YOU! THAT WAS PERFECT! OKAY, EASY QUESTION NOW...WHAT FAMOUS PERSON IN POP CULTURE TOOK ON THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE?)
A girl raise her hand.
"Madonna?"
Another book flies and she flees. I look at Slim and he's sleeping, so I guess this is my day today.
"Sir. I believe you are referring to Vlad Dracul III. Best known in pop culture as Count Dracula."
" 👍 ✌ ✌✋ 📪 ✡ 💧✌✞ ❄ 💧 ✋👎✋ ❄💧 💣 ✌✋ ✋ 📬 👌 ❄ 💧✋ 👍 ✡ 💧 💣 ❄ 👌 ❄ ✡ ❄ ✌❄ ✞ 👌 ❄ 💧 ❄ 💧❄ 👎✡ ❄ ✋💧 👍 ✌💧💧 ✌💧 ✌ ✌💧 👌✌💧✋👍 😐 👎 📬📬📬❄ 💣 ✡ 💧✋ 📪 ✌❄ 💣 ✌ 💧 ❄ ❄ ✌💧 ✞ ✌👎 👌 💧❄ 😐 ✍" (ONCE AGAIN, YOU SAVE THESE IDIOTS FROM FAILING. BUT SINCE YOU SEEM TO BE THE ONLY ONE THAT EVEN BOTHERS TO STUDY FOR THIS CLASS OR HAS A GRASP OF BASIC KNOWLEDGE...TELL ME LYNSIE, WHAT MEANS OF TORTURE WAS VLAD BEST KNOWN FOR?)
I smile and stand up...Here comes the fun part of this class, making others sick with the truth.
"Yes sir. *clears throat* Vlad Dracul III born in 1428, was voivode or prince of Wallachia in Romanian three times between 1448 and his death in 1477. He was a very intelligent man for his or any time. Torturing his enemies in ways that were both physically and mentally painful. The tortures and executions which Vlad ordered were not out of caprice, but always had a reason, and very often a reason of state. Such methods include but are not limited to, burning, skinning, roasting, boiling, feeding the victims to their friends/relatives, dismemberment, drowning, decapitation, disembowelment, and etcetera. One example is in 1459, Ottoman Sultan Mehned II sent envoys to Vlad to urge him to pay a delayed tax on non-Muslims of 10,000 ducats and 500 recruits into the Ottoman forces. But he refused, having already paid 'tribute' and refused to support the enemy. When they threatened him, he had them killed by nailing their turbans to their heads, because they were being rude for not removing their hats before a person of high status. Yet that is but a taste. His real and most well known act is the reason he earned the name Vlad Tepes, or the Impaler. The body of the victim, who would still be alive during all this, was aimed ass first to the tip of a not too sharp wooden stake while a horse was attached the the victim's legs to get that much needed force to drive that sucker up there. Now the sake itself was usually oiled and smooth, so that the victim wouldn't die right away from rupture and shock. The height of the stake was also a indication of the victims rank, so the worst the enemy was, the longer the butt stabber got. Getting back on point...*snickers* Once mounted, gravity or the force of the horse would pull the stake right through the body. Most times it popped out the mouth, other times around the torso, and the rare skull popper was always a treat. As bad as that all sounds, there were other instances where victims were impaled through other orifices or the abdomen and chest. Victims came in all forms. Men, women, children, animals...Even infants were sometimes impaled when the stake went through a pregnant victim's body. But to be fair, victims of impalement were mainly enemies, the sick, the already dying, and criminals. Oh! Records even show that some victims were impaled in such a way so that could be hung upside down on their stake. Death came slowly. Taking anywhere from hours to months. Invading forces, men known for savage brutality, were horrified at the sight that guarded Vlad's territory, the Forest of the Impaled. Tens of thousands rotting dead and living souls lining roadways and city walls. It...was...bloody...epic!"
In the course of regaling, ten other classmates fled to go vomit, marking a new record in my book. Yet per usual, Pain is most pleased by my attention to detail.
"👌 ✌✞ ✏ ✡ ❄ ✌ ❄ 👌 👍 ✌😐 ✋ 💧 💧 ❄ 👎 💣 ❄ 👍😐📬 ✋❄ ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ❄ ✌✡📬📬📬 ❄ 💧 ❄ ❄ ❄ 💧💧 📬 💧 ✌ ✍" (BRAVO! YET ANOTHER BUNCH OF WEAKLINGS SORTED FROM THE FLOCK. WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY...LET US GET ON TO THE LESSON. SHALL WE?)
[4 hours later]
The bell rings.
"✌ ✋ ❄📬 ❄ ❄ ✡ ❄📬 ✌ 👎 👍 ✋ ✡ 💣✋💧✋ ✌👌 ✋✞ 💧📪 ✌👎 ❄ 👍😐✋ 👌 😐✏" (ALRIGHT. GET OUT OF HERE YOU LOT. AND FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISIRABLE LIVES, READ THE FUCKING BOOK!)
We start to file out.
" ✡ 💧✋ ✏" (LYNSIE!)
I freeze.
"Yes sir?"
"💧❄✌✡📬 ✋ ✌✞ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ✋ ✌ ❄ ❄ 👎✋💧👍 💧💧 ✋❄ ✡ 📬" (STAY. I HAVE SOMETHING I WANT TO DISCUSS WITH YOU.)
I am confused. My grades in this class are among the highest, only second to Slim. I look at Slim as he passes me. He just smiles and pats my shoulder, as if saying 'good luck' and he leaves me to my fate.
"Yes sir."
" 👎📬 📬📬📬 👍😐 ❄ 👎 📬" (GOOD. NOW...LOCK THE DOOR.)
"S-sir?"
" 👍😐 ✋❄📬" (LOCK IT.)
I feel uncomfortable about this.
"Let it be known this is weirding me out sir."
" ❄ 👎 ✌ 👎 ❄ 👍✌ ✋ 📬" (NOTED AND NOT CARING.)
I lock the door and approach his desk.
"What is it you wanted to discuss with me sir? Am I not preforming well enough? Is my average slipping?"
He eyes me.
" 📬 ✡ ✌👎 💧 ✌ 👎📬 ✡ 💣✋ 💧❄ ✋ 📬" (NO. YOUR GRADES ARE GOOD. YOU'RE PREFORMING JUST FINE.)
"Then why ask me to remain after hours?"
"❄ ✌ ❄ ✋ 💧 ✋ ✋💧 ❄ 😐 📬" (THERE ARE THINGS I WISH TO KNOW.)
"Such as?"
" ✌❄ ✋💧 ✡ ✌❄✋ 💧 ✋ ✋❄ 💣✡ 👌 ❄ ✌ ✡ 💧✍" (WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH MY BROTHER PAPYRUS?)
I blush.
"S-slim?"
"✡ 💧📬" (YES.)
"He's my friend."
" ✋ 👎✍" (FRIEND?)
"Well, yeah. He was the first person to even acknowledge my existence after orientation last year. I think it was because I made a joke of some kind. He laughed and made a joke back. We did that a few times, exchanged pleasantries, and that was it. We'd see each other in class and meet at lunch. Been buddies ever since."
"❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✌ ✍" (THAT'S ALL?)
"Yes sir."
He stands up and starts to circle me.
"💧 ✡ 👎 ❄📪 ❄ 💧 💧✌✡📬📬📬 ✌ 👌 ✌ ✡ ✋ 💧 ✋💣📪 👎 ✡ ✍" (SO YOU DON'T, LET'S SAY...HARBOR ANY FEELINGS FOR HIM, DO YOU?)
I blush hard.
"Sir, that is awkward as hell to ask."
"✌ 💧 ❄ ✈ 💧❄✋ 📪 💣✌ ✏" (ANSWER THE QUESTION, HUMAN!)
His tone is annoyed and yet not his normal level either, this sounds real.
"I don't know how to answer the question sir."
" ✠ ✌✋ 📬" (EXPLAIN.)
"Sir, I'm not sure that I can."
He shoves me hard into his desk.
"👎 ✡ 👎 ❄ ✡ 👍✌ 💣✡ 👌 ❄ ✍✏" (DO YOU OR DON'T YOU CARE FOR MY BROTHER?!)
"I don't know!"
" 👎 ✡ ❄ 😐 ✍✏" (HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?!)
"Because I never thought about it!"
He glares at me.
"✋ ✌❄📬📬📬 ✠ ✌✋ 📬 📬" (I REPEAT...EXPLAIN. NOW.)
"*sigh* I do like Slim. He's a great guy. But..."
"👌 ❄✍" (BUT?)
"I don't know. I just...I don't feel anything. Maybe if he came off as more than a friend or big brother, or even showed interest in me a little in that way...But I guess it's for the best anyway. He can do better than me. I'm just human after all."
"💧 ✡ ✌ ✡ ✌✞ ✋ ❄ 💧❄ ✋ ✋💣✍" (SO YOU REALLY HAVE NO INTEREST IN HIM?)
"Not in a romantic way, no sir."
" 👎📬 ✞ ✡ 👎📬" (GOOD. VERY GOOD.)
"Why are you so interested if I do or not? Does he like me? Did he ask you to ask me?"
"✡ ❄✌ 😐 ❄ 💣 👍 📬" (YOU TALK TOO MUCH.)
He pins me to the desk, his grip on my wrists is painfully hard.
"✡ ✌ ✌ 💧💣✌ ❄ ✋ 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬 ✡ ✞ 👎✋💧✌ ✋ ❄ 💣 📬 ✋ ✡ 👎✋👎 ✌✞ ✋ 💧 💣✡ 👌 ❄ 📪 ✋ 👎 👌✌👌 ✡ ✌👍👍 ❄ ✋❄📬 ✞ ✋ ✡ ✌ ✌ 💣✌ 📬 👌 ❄ 💧✋ 👍 ✡ 👎 ❄📬📬📬❄ ✌ ✋ ❄ 👌✌👎 ✌👌 ❄ ❄ ✋💧📬" (YOU ARE A SMART GIRL, LYNSIE. YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT ME. IF YOU DID HAVE FEELINGS FOR MY BROTHER, I WOULD PROBABLY ACCEPT IT. EVEN IF YOU ARE A HUMAN. BUT SINCE YOU DON'T...THAN I WON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT THIS.)
"About wh..."
I'm made silent by his mouth on mine and I'm stunned. He's kissing me? He's really kissing me?!
"S-sir? W-w-what are you doing?"
"👎 ❄ ✌✡ ✋ 👍 ❄ ✋❄ 💣 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬 ✡ 👍✌ ✋❄📪 👍✌ ❄ ✡ ✍ ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✡ ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ❄ ❄ 💧❄ ❄✋💣 📬 ❄ ✌✡ ✋❄ ❄✋ 💧 ❄ 💧 ✋ ✌ 👎 💧 👎💧 💧 ✋✞ 💧 ✋ ❄ ✡ 👍 📬 ❄ 💣 ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬👍✌ ✡ ✋❄ ❄ ✍" (DON'T PLAY INNOCENT WITH ME NOW, LYNSIE. YOU CAN FEEL IT, CAN'T YOU? THAT RUSH OF ENERGY THAT FEELS PENT UP FOR THE LONGEST TIME. THE WAY IT TINGLES THE SPINE AND SENDS SHIVERS INTO YOUR CORE. TELL ME LYNSIE...CAN YOU FEEL IT TOO?)
I bite my lip and look away from him much to his interest.
"✡ 👍✌ 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ 👍✌ ❄ ✡ ✍ ✡ ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✌ 😐 👎 ✋ ✡ 💧 📬 ✋❄ 💧 💧 👎 👎 💧 ❄ ✋❄✍ ❄ 💣 💣✌😐 👍 ❄✌👍❄📪 ❄ 💧❄ ❄ ✋ 📬 ✌ 👎 ❄ 💧❄ ❄ ✋ 📪 ❄ 💣 ✡ ✌ ❄ ✋❄ ❄ ✌💧❄📬" (YOU CAN FEEL SOMETHING CAN'T YOU? YOU FEEL THAT SPARK DEEP IN YOUR SOUL. IT FEELS SO GOOD DOESN'T IT? THE MORE WE MAKE CONTACT, THE STRONGER THE FEELING. AND THE STRONGER THE FEELING, THE MORE YOU'LL WANT IT TO LAST.)
"Sir...This...It doesn't seem right."
" ✡✍" (WHY?)
"You're a Professor, a Dean even, and I'm a student."
"✌ 👎 ✡ ✋ ❄ ✋💧✍ 👌 ❄ ✌👎 ❄💧📬 💧 ✌💧 ✌ ✌❄✋ 💧 ✋ 👎 💧 ❄ ✋ ❄ ✋❄ ❄ ✌👍 ✋ ✌💧 ✌ ✌❄✋✞ ✋ 👍 ❄ 💧❄ 👎 ❄💧 ✌ 👎📭 💧❄✌ 📪 ✌ 💧❄ 👎 ❄ ✋❄ ✌ ❄ ✌👍 ✌❄✋ 💧 ✋ ✋💧 ❄ 👎 📬" (AND YOUR POINT IS? WE'RE BOTH ADULTS. SO LONG AS A RELATIONSHIP DOES NOT INTERFERE WITH TEACHING OR HAS A NEGATIVE INFLUENCE ON THE STUDENTS AND/OR STAFF, A STUDENT WITH A TEACHER RELATIONSHIP IS NOT FROWNED UPON.)
Oh dear lord, he's thought about this so long he looked for anything bad that would mess with it.
"👎 💧 ❄ ✌❄ ✌💧 ✡ ✋ 👎 💣✋ 👎✍" (DOES THAT HELP EASE YOUR WORRIED MIND?)
"W-why me? I'm not special."
"*sighs* ✡ 💣 💧❄ ✡ ✌💧❄ 💧 💣 👍 ❄✋💣 👌 ✋ ✞ ✠ 👎 ✞ ❄ 👌✞✋ 💧✍ 👎 ✡ ✌ ✡ ❄ 💧 ❄ ✞✌ ✡ 👎✍" (*SIGHS* WHY MUST YOU WASTE SO MUCH TIME BEING VEXED OVER THE OBVIOUS? DO YOU REALLY NOT SEE THE VALUE YOU HOLD?)
"I never really had much of a opinion of myself, no sir."
" 💧❄ 💣✡ 👍😐📪 ✡ ✌ ✌ 📬 *groan* 📪 ✋ 💣 ✌👌 ❄ ❄ 👍 ✌ ❄ ✌❄📬" (JUST MY LUCK, YOU'RE A WALLFLOWER. *GROAN* WELL, I'M ABOUT TO CHANGE THAT.)
He gets off me but keeps restraint of my wrists in one hand while dragging me behind his desk. There he fiddles in a desk drawer and pulls out hand cuffs much to my confusion.
"✡ 👎 👌 ✌💣✌ 👎 👌✡ ✌❄ 💧 💣 ✌ ✋ ❄ 📬 *cuffs my wrists* 👌 ❄ ✡ 👎 ❄ ✡ ✌👌 ❄ ❄ ✌❄📪 💣✡ ❄📬 ✋ ✌💣 ✌ 💣✌ 💧❄✌ 👎✌ 👎💧📬 ✌ 👎 ✡ 💣 ❄ 💣✡ 👎💧 ✋❄ ❄ ❄ ✡✋ 📬" (YOU'D BE AMAZED BY WHAT SOME PEOPLE ARE INTO. *CUFFS MY WRISTS* BUT YOU NEEDN'T WORRY ABOUT THAT, MY PET. I AM A MAN OF STANDARDS. AND YOU MEET MY NEEDS WITHOUT TRYING.)
He reaches into the drawer again and pulls out a gag.
"S-sir...?"
"✌💧 💣 👍 ✌💧 ✋ 👎 ✋😐 ❄ ✌ ✡ ✌💧 ✌✡ ✌ 👎📪 ✋ 💣 ✌ ✌✋👎 ✡ 👎 ❄ 👌 💧✋ ❄ ❄ ✋💧📬 👌 ❄ 👌 ❄ ✌❄📪 ✋ ✌ ❄ ✡ ❄ 💧✌✡ 💣✡ ✌💣 📬" (AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOU AS WE PLAY AROUND, I'M AFRAID YOU'LL NEED TO BE SILENT FOR THIS. BUT BEFORE THAT, I WANT YOU TO SAY MY NAME.)
"Sir? Dings?"
"💧✌✡ 💣✡ ✌💣 📬" (SAY MY NAME.)
"*gulp* Gaster?"
"*coos* 👎 ✋ 📬📬📬 ✡ 💣 ❄ 📬" (*COOS* GOOD GIRL...OPEN YOUR MOUTH.)
"May I ask one last question sir?"
"*sigh* ✋ ✡ 💣 💧❄📬" (*SIGH* IF YOU MUST.)
"H-how far are you going to take this?"
"✌💧 ✌ ✌💧 ✡ ❄ 💣 📬 📬📬📬 ✡ 💣 ❄ 📬" (AS FAR AS YOU'LL LET ME. NOW...OPEN YOUR MOUTH.)
Vaguely it crosses my mind as to why I'm obeying him at all. But once the idea to stop all this even registers in my brain, the gag is tied on and I'm made mute.
"💧 👍 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📬 ✞ ❄ ✡ ✞ 💧📪 ✡ 👌 ✡📬 👎 ✡ 😐 ✡✍" (SUCH A GOOD GIRL. EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE NERVOUS, YOU OBEY. DO YOU KNOW WHY?)
I shake my head.
"✋❄ 💧 👌 👍✌ 💧 ✡ 😐 ✋ ❄ ❄ ✡ 📬 ✋ ❄✍" (IT'S BECAUSE YOU KNOW I WON'T HURT YOU. RIGHT?)
I blush faintly and nod.
"✌ 👎 💧❄ ❄ 👌 👍 ✌ 📬📬📬 📬 ✌ ❄ 👎 ✋ ✌ ✡ 💧❄ ✋👎 📁 💧 ✌👎 💧 ✡ 👍 ✌ 📬 ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 ❄ 👌✋ 💧❄ ✌👎 💧 ✋❄📬 ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 ❄ ✌ 👌👎💧💣 ✋💧📬" (AND JUST TO BE CLEAR...NO. WE AREN'T DOING ANY STUPID '50 SHADES OF GREY' CRAP. THAT IS THE BIGGEST LOAD OF SHIT. THAT IS NOT HOW REAL BDSM IS.)
I look at him funny and he gets flustered.
" 📫 ✌❄✍ ✌💣 ✋ ❄ ✌ 👎 ❄ 😐 ❄ ✋ 💧 ✋😐 ❄ ✌❄✍" (W-WHAT? AM I NOT ALLOWED TO KNOW THINGS LIKE THAT?)
I just shrug.
" ✌❄ ✞ 📬 ❄ 📪 ✋ ✌ ❄ ✡ ❄ 👎 💣 ✌ 👎 ❄ 👍😐📬" (WHATEVER. NOW THEN, I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME AROUND THE NECK.)
I look at the cuffs and then him before reaching over his head to drape my arms around his neck.
" 👎📬 ✞ ✡ 👎📬" (GOOD. VERY GOOD.)
He takes control by holding my waist as he sits down on his chair and pulls my on top of his lap.
"✡ 💧❄✋ 💧 💣 👍 💣 ❄✌👌 📬" (YOU STILL SEEM UNCOMFORTABLE.)
I give him a look of 'you think'.
" 😐📪 ✋ ❄ 👎 ✌ ✡❄ ✋ ✡ ✡ ✌ ❄ ✌👎✡ 📬 ❄ ✋💧 ✋💧 ✌ 💧❄ ✌ ❄ 💧❄📬 😐✌✡✍ ❄ ✋ 😐 ✋❄ ✌💧 ✌ ✠❄ ✌ 👍 👎✋❄ ✌💧💧✋ 💣 ❄📬 ❄ ✋😐 ✡ ✌ ✡ 👎 ❄ ✠❄ ✌ 👍 👎✋❄📪 👌 ❄ ✡ ❄ 💣✡ ✋ ❄📬" (LOOK, I WON'T DO ANYTHING YOU FEEL YOU AREN'T READY FOR. THIS IS ALL JUST A TEST. OKAY? THINK OF IT AS A EXTRA CREDIT ASSIGNMENT. NOT LIKE YOU REALLY NEED THE EXTRA CREDIT, BUT YOU GET MY POINT.)
I shrug again.
"✌ ✋ ❄📬 ❄ ✋❄ 👌 👍 ✌ 📪 ❄ ✋💧 ✞ ✌✞ 💧 ❄ ✋💧 💣📬" (ALRIGHT. NOW LET IT BE CLEAR, THIS NEVER LEAVES THIS ROOM.)
I nod.
" 😐✌✡📬📬📬✋ 💣 ✋ ❄ 💧❄✌ ❄ 👌 ✋ ✌ 👍❄✋ ✌❄ 📬" (OKAY...I'M GOING TO START BEING AFFECTIONATE NOW.)
With his hands on my waist, he begins rubbing gently like how a kitten would knead on someone.
"✡ ✌✋💧❄ ✋💧 💧 💧 ❄📬📬📬💣💣💣💣📬📬📬✌ 👎 ❄ 👌 💧 ✡📬📬📬 📪 ✋💧 ❄ ✋💧 😐✌✡✍" (YOUR WAIST IS SO SOFT...MMMM...AND TO RUB HERE SLOWLY...HEH HEH, IS THIS OKAY?)
I smile a bit and nod which makes him smirk.
"💧 ✍ ✋ 💣 ❄ ✋ ❄ ❄ ✡ 📬 ✋ 😐 ✋ 👍✌ 👌 ✌ ❄✌👎 ✌ 💧 💧 💣 ❄✋💣 💧📬📬📬" (SEE? I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. I KNOW I CAN BE A TAD HARSH SOMETIMES...)
To that I snort a laugh and he rolls his eyes.
" 😐✌✡📪 ✋ ❄ ✋❄📬 👌 ❄ ✡ 😐 💣 👌 ✋ ✌ 👎 💣✡ 👌 ❄ 💧 ✌ 📬 💧 📪 👍✌ 👌 ✌❄ ✋ ❄���💣✌👎✌❄✋ 📬 👌 ❄ 👍 ✌ ✋❄ ❄ 💧 ❄ 💧❄📬📬📬❄ 💧 ✋😐 📬📬📬 👍✌ ✌ ✡ 👌 💧 ✞ 💧📬" (OKAY, I GET IT. BUT YOU KNOW FROM BEING AROUND MY BROTHERS HOW WE ARE. SURE, WE CAN BE RATHER INTIMADATING. BUT ONCE ALONE WITH THOSE WE TRUST...THOSE WE LIKE...WE CAN REALLY BE OURSELVES.)
I nod with understanding and nuzzle his forehead, making him blush.
"✋📫✋ 💧 ✡ 👍 💣✋ ✌ 👎 ❄ 📬📬📬*deep breath* ✋ ✡ ✌ ❄ ✌ 👎 ✌ 💧❄✋ ✌👌 📬📬📬✋ 👎 ❄ 💣✋ 👎 ✋ ✡ ✌ ❄ 👎 ❄ ❄ 👍 💣 📬" (I-I SEE YOU'RE COMING AROUND THEN...*DEEP BREATH* IF YOU WANT AND ARE STILL ABLE...I WOULDN'T MIND IF YOU WANTED TO TOUCH ME.)
My face gets really red and he eats it up.
" 😐 ✌❄ ✡ 📬 ✡ 💧 ✋ 👍 ❄📬 *licks his teeth* ✋❄ 💣✌😐 💧 💣 ✌ ❄ 💣 ✡ 📬 ❄ ✠ ✡ 📬 ❄ 😐 ✌ ❄ ✌👍 💧 ✡ ❄ ✌❄ 💣✌😐 ✡ ❄ 💣 💧❄ ✌💧 📬" (LOOK AT YOU. YOU'RE SO INNOCENT. *LICKS HIS TEETH* IT MAKES ME WANT MORE OF YOU. TO EXPLORE YOU. TO KNOW ALL THE PLACES ON YOU THAT MAKE YOU FEEL THE MOST PLEASURE.)
I giggle sheepishly and he kisses the corner of my mouth.
"✡ ✌ 📪 👌 ❄📬📬📬❄ 💧 ✌👍 💧 ✡ ✋ 👎 ✌ ✡📬📬📬 ✌ ✡ ✋😐 ❄ ❄ 👍 📬📬📬*smooch* 👌📬📬📬*smooch* 💧✈ 📬📬📬*smooch* 👍✌ 💧💧📬📬📬* smooches and laughs a bit* ✌ 👎 ✋😐 ❄ 💣✌ 💧 💣 💧❄ 💧📪 ✡ 💣 ✌ 📬 ✋ ✋ ✌ ✡ ✡ 💧 ✞✋ ❞📬" (YOU LAUGH, BUT...THERE'S PLACES ON YOU I'D REALLY...REALLY LIKE TO TOUCH...*SMOOCH* RUB...*SMOOCH* SQUEEZE...*SMOOCH* CARESS...*SMOOCHES AND LAUGHS A BIT* AND UNLIKE OTHER HUMANS OR MONSTERS, YOU'RE MORE OF A PUZZLE. ONE I WILL REALLY ENJOY SOLVING~.)
His voice carries a flirtatious tone and it gets to me, daring me almost. I accept this dare of his, nuzzling tenderly into his jaw and down to his neck while my hands rub the back of his skull sweetly. This has him lulling into me.
" 💣 💣💣📬📬📬 ✌ 📬📬📬 ✌ 📬📬📬 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✋👍 📬📬📬💣💣💣📬📬📬 💣💣 ✋ 💣 ✌📬📬📬💧 ✡ ❄ ✌✋ 💣✡ ✌ 👎💧 ✡ 👌✌👍😐📪 ✋ ✡ ❄ ❄ ✡📪 💧❄ ✌ 👌✋❄📬📬📬❄ 📬📬📬💧 ✋👎 ❄ 💣 👌✌👍😐 👎 📬📬📬 ✌👍 ❄ 📬📬📬❄ ✋💣 📬📬📬 📫 ✡ 💧😐✋ ❄📬📬📬✌📫✌ 📬📬📬" (HM HMM...UAH...UAHHH...HOOO THAT'S NICE...MMM...HMM I'M GONNA...SLOWLY TRAIL MY HANDS UP YOUR BACK, GRIP YOU THERE GENTLY, JUST A BIT...THEN...SLIDE THEM BACK DOWN...GRACE THE...TRIM OF...O-OF YOUR SKIRT...A-AHH...)
I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics. The tips of his phalanges slide themselves under the hem of my skirt and instinct has me try to wriggle away from it. This however has a different effect on him.
"✌ 📬📬📬 📫 📬📬📬 💣📬📬📬✡ 📬📬📬 💧💧✋ ❄❄✡ ✌ 👎 ✌ ✌✋ 💧❄ 💣 📬📬📬 📫 📬📬📬 📫 ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬 💣 📬📬📬❄ 👍✌ ✌✡ ❄ ✌❄ ✌💣 📬📬📬 📬📬📬❄👍 📬📬📬 📬📬📬 📬📬📬 👍😐📬📬📬 ✌ 📬������📬 📫 📬📬📬" (AH...O-OH...HHNM...YOU'RE...PRESSING PRETTY HARD AGAINST ME NOW...L-L...L-LYNSIE...HHMN...TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME...HOOO...TCH...FF...FU...UCK...UAHH...H-HHOOOO...)
Gripping me slightly, he holds me down against him and starts grinding our hips together. This strange new friction has my eyes fluttering and soft sounds try to escape the gag. He takes notice, grinning to the sight of me slowly unwinding atop him, so much so he isn't even moving me anymore, it's all me.
"💣💣💣💣📬📬📬💧 👍 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📬📬📬*he reaches down* ✋ ✌ ✌ 😐 ✡ 👍 💧 ✋ ✋ 👎 ❄ ✋💧📬📬📬💧 ✋ 👎 ❄ 💣✋💧💧 ✌ 💧✋ 💧 ❄ 💧 👎 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✋ 💧 💣 ✡ ✋ 💧📬" (MMMM...SUCH A GOOD GIRL...*HE REACHES DOWN* I WANNA KEEP YOU CLOSE WHILE I DO THIS...SO I DON'T MISS A SINGLE SWEET SOUND THAT SLIPS FROM YOUR LIPS.)
He lightly slips a hand under my skirt and I flinch.
" ✌💧✡ 📬 💧❄ ✌✠📬 ✋ 📬📬📬✋ 😐 ❄ 👌✌💧✋👍💧 💣📬📬📬✋📫✋ 📫 ✋ ❄ ❄ 👍 📬📬📬👌 ❄📬📬📬 ❄ 💣 😐 📬📬📬 ✠✌👍❄ ✡ ✋❄ 💧 👌 💧❄📪 😐✌✡✍" (EASY NOW. JUST RELAX. I UH...I KNOW THE BASICS OF WHERE UHM...I-I'M G-GOING TO TOUCH...BUT...LET ME KNOW WHERE...WHERE EXACTLY IT FEELS BEST, OKAY?)
Now he sounds nervous. It's odd hearing him like this. But it does reassure me of his good intentions, so I nod my head.
" 📫 ✌ ✡✍ ✋📫✋ 💣 ✌ 📪 👎✏ 📪 👎📬 💣💣💣📬📬📬*chuckles into a lustful purr* 💧 📬📬📬 👌✌👎📪 👎 ✡ ✌ ❄ 💣 ❄ ✌✡ ✋❄ ✡ 📪 💣✡ ❄✍" (R-REALLY? I-I MEAN, GOOD! HEHE, GOOD. HMMM...*CHUCKLES INTO A LUSTFUL PURR* SO...HOW BAD, DO YOU WANT ME TO PLAY WITH YOU, MY PET?)
This is it, no going back from this if I keep going. I can either take the blue pill and this ends now, going back to before this ever happened. Or I can take the red pill and see just how deep the rabbit hole goes, down a road of unknown unknowns. Maybe...it wouldn't be so bad to try...
I nuzzle into his neck and purr as I press on his hand much to his glee.
" 📪 ✋💧 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✍ 💣💣📪 💣💣💣📬📬📬 ❄ 📬📬📬✋ 👍 ❄✌✋ ✡ ✌✋💣 ❄ ✌💧 📬 👌 ❄ ✋ 💧❄📬📬📬✋ 💣 ✋ ❄ ❄ ✌💧 ✡ ❞📬" (HEHE, IS THAT SO? HMM, MMM...WELL THEN...I'LL CERTAINLY AIM TO PLEASE. BUT FIRST...I'M GOING TO TEASE YOU~.)
I whine in annoyance and he chuckles as takes his hand away to place it under my shirt.
" 💣💣💣 💧 ✡ ✋ 💣✡ ✌ 👎 👎 ✡ 💧❄ 💣✌👍 📪 💣💣💣📪 ❄ ✌👍✋ ✡ ✞ ✡ 👎 💧✋ ✌👌 👍 ✞ 📪 💣💣💣 ❄ 📬📬📬*breathing hitches as his hand slips back under my skirt* 📬📬📬 ✡ ✌ 📬📬📬 ❄📬📬📬❄ ✌❄ ✋💧 ❄📬📬📬 📬📬📬 💣💣💣📬📬📬 💣✌✌✌ 📬📬📬*swallows nervously*" (HMMM SLOWLY RUNNING MY HAND DOWN YOUR STOMACH, HMMM, TRACING YOUR EVERY DESIRABLE CURVE, HHNMMM THEN...*BREATHING HITCHES AS HIS HAND SLIPS BACK UNDER MY SKIRT* OH...OHHHH YOU ARE...WET...THAT IS WET...EHEHEH...HMMM...OOOHH MAAAN...*SWALLOWS NERVOUSLY*)
I eye him funny and nudge him to get his attention.
" ✌❄✍" (WHAT?)
"*muffled*"
"✡ 😐 ✋ 👍✌ ❄ 👎 💧❄✌ 👎 ✡ 📬" (YOU KNOW I CAN'T UNDERSTAND YOU.)
I flick the back of his skull and he growls.
" ✋ 📪 ✋❄ 💧 👍 💣✋ 📬 👌 ❄ ❄ 📬 *removes the gag* ✌❄ 👎 ✡ ✌✞ ❄ 💧✌✡✍" (FINE, IT'S COMING OFF. BUT NOT FOR LONG. *REMOVES THE GAG* NOW WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?)
"Is this...Is this your first time doing...This?"
His face scrunches up all flustered.
"👎📫👎 ❄ 💣 👍😐 💣 📪 💣✌ ✏" (D-DO NOT MOCK ME, HUMAN!)
"I'm not. I'm new to this too."
"✡📫✡ ✌ ✍" (Y-YOU ARE?)
"Yes sir. I'm a virgin."
"✡ ✌📬📬📬✞📫✞✋ ✋ 📬📬📬✍" (YOU'RE A...V-VIRGIN...?)
I nod and he swallows a lump forming in his non-existent throat.
"✡ ✌ ✞✋ ✋ ✌ 👎 ✡ 💧❄✋ ❄❄✋ 💣 👎 ✌ ❄ ✋💧✍" (YOU'RE A VIRGIN AND YOU'RE STILL LETTING ME DO ALL THIS?)
"Now who's the one being vexed over the obvious."
"👌 ❄📬📬📬 ✡✍" (BUT...WHY?)
I just shrug.
"We only have one life to live as we see fit but many roads to travel on with many different results at the end. Maybe I just want to see where this path leads...with you. If that's okay."
His face is in blank disbelief.
"Sir? D-dings? ...Gaster?"
He slams his mouth on mine in a rough kiss that leaves me at his mercy as he is filled with renewed confidence. His hand down there moves under my panties and tests around my sex, making me keen.
" 📬📬📬✡ ✋😐 ❄ ✌❄✍" (OOHOH...YOU LIKE THAT?)
"It feels strange...But nice."
" ✡ ✌ ✍ ❄ ✌❄ ✋ ✋📬📬📬👎 ❄ ✋💧📬📬📬" (OH YEAH? THEN WHAT IF I...DO THIS...)
A finger enters me and my mouth opens in a quiet gasp.
"💣✡ 👎📬📬📬✋❄ 💧 💧 📬📬📬✡ 💧 ✌ 💣 ✋ 💧✋👎 📬" (MY GOD...IT'S SO...YOU'RE SO WARM INSIDE.)
I look away with a blush and his free hand turns my face back to make eye contact.
"👎 ❄ 😐 ✌ ✌✡ 💣 💣 ✏" (DON'T LOOK AWAY FROM ME!)
"Yes sir."
"📬📬📬✋ 💣 ✋ ❄ 💣 ✞ 💣✡ ✌ 👎 📬" (...I'M GOING TO MOVE MY HAND NOW.)
I nod and feel the blunt ends of his other fingers slowly run confidently over my sensitive lower lips. Everything around me is building intensely hot as I feel the shuddering spells of ecstasy rip through my body. I feel alive, as if I'm connected to the earth by the sensual rhythm of his fingers moving circles around my sex.
And he can see it clearly in my eyes as they roll back in growing pleasure. Every part of me comes to life as I shiver beneath his touch, and it's all the more fierce and powerful than I ever imagined it to be. I given myself away to him entirely as instinct moves my hips along to the gradual movements of his fingers, much to his delight.
Between my fluttering lashes I see the overwhelming lust contorting his expression as he gazes back at me. He doesn't hide how he likes the fact that I've become so submissive beneath the simplistic touch of his hands, and shows me that he loves how responsive I've become as he presses his thumb against my clit, earning him some lowly desperate sounds that I try to keep soft so the gag isn't needed.
It acts as a switch as the intensive waves of pleasure pulls together deep within my core, and I feel wetter as he touches me in a memorable way. And, suddenly, as he manages to find a collective of sensitive nerves beneath his magical fingers, a quickening shock of violent lightening rings deep within my bones.
"*sharp inhale* Ooooh sssshit Gaster..."
"💧✌✡ 💣✡ ✌💣 📬📬📬💧✌✡ ✋❄ ✌ ✌✋ 📬📬📬✋ ✌ ✌ ✌ ✡ 💧✌✡ ✋❄📬📬📬" (SAY MY NAME...SAY IT AGAIN...I WANNA HEAR YOU SAY IT...)
He's really enjoying this. Aside from his hand, I can feel something hard beginning to bulge against my ass. And it only feels harder as I grind on it while riding his hand.
"Ga-aahhhnster~..."
He shudders a low moan in response as his erection digs further against me. But he doesn't pull his hand away from my sex as his gradual movements speed up against the pulsating sensations beneath his fingers. I can feel it more intensely now, I can feel the otherworldly vibrations ringing through every muscle of my body, setting the blood running through my veins on fire, and setting my heart alight as I cling desperately on to him with the sound of his name barely escaping your lips.
"✋ ✌ ❄ ✌ ✡ 👍✌ ❄ ❄ 💣 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬💧 ✋ ✡ ✋😐 ❄ ✋💧📬📬📬✋ ✌ ❄ ❄ 😐 ❄ ✌❄ ✋ 💣✌👎 ✡ ❄ ✋💧 ✌✡📬📬📬💣💣💣💣📬📬📬❄ ✌❄ ✌👍 ✡ 💣✌😐✋ ✋ ❄ 📬📬📬👎✌💣 ✡ ✌✞ ✋👎 ✌ 👌 ✌ ❄✋ ✡ 😐 ✋ ❄ 📬📬📬" (I WANT HEAR YOU CALL OUT TO ME, LYNSIE...SEEING YOU LIKE THIS...I WANT TO KNOW THAT I MADE YOU FEEL THIS WAY...MMMM...THAT FACE YOU'RE MAKING RIGHT NOW...DAMN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU LOOK RIGHT NOW...)
He can only just withhold how much he loves to see me overcome with desire like this. He moans lowly in my ear every time I clench my muscles around his hand, he grits his teeth together as he gasps and shudders against me every time I respond deliciously to the slow movements he makes. And at this point I'm not afraid to show him how sweet it feels every time he dares to explore the liquid shape of my sex as my hips slowly glide along to his touch.
I think I'm getting close now...and he's bringing me closer...higher...so much higher...fuck, oh fuck...f-fuuuuck...wait...where's his hand?
"✋ 👎 ✡ 📬📬📬" (I NEED YOU...)
I let out a small yelp as he lifts me up when he stands and pins me under him on his desk.
"✋ 👎 ✡ 📬" (I NEED YOU NOW.)
I shiver with worry but nod my head. He reaches for his pants and sets his red-violet erection free before removing my panties. He stares at me with desire written in his eyes, temptation pulling us closer like magnets.
"👎 ✡ ✌ ❄ 💣 ✍ 👎 ✡ ✌ ❄ ❄ ✋💧 ❄ ✌ ✍" (DO YOU WANT ME? DO YOU WANT THIS TO HAPPEN?)
"I...I want this. I need you...Gaster."
With that, he slowly enters me. I silently intake a sharp breath of air as he similarly gasps in pleasure. I feel as if I'm being filled up, a part of me has connected to his body and now is whole. And...fuck, it feels so messed up.
" 👍😐📬📬📬💧 ❄✋ ❄📬📬📬💧 ❄📬📬📬✌ 👎 ✡ 📬📬📬 👎📬📬📬✡ ❄ 😐 ✋❄ ✌ ✋ 📬📬📬" (OOOOOH FFFFUCK...SOOOO TIGHT...SOOOO HOT...AND YOU...OH GOD...YOU TOOK IT ALL IN...)
"*wincing* Please...Be gentle..."
"✋ ✋ 📪 💣✡ ❄📬 💧❄ ✌✠📬 ✌👎 💧❄ ❄ 💣 👌 ✋ 📬📬📬*shudders* ✋ 💧✋👎 ✡ 📬" (I WILL, MY PET. JUST RELAX. ADJUST TO ME BEING...*SHUDDERS* INSIDE YOU.)
I do as told. It takes a few moments, but after a bit I give him the okay and he is ready to continue. He buries his face against the base of my neck with a groan and slowly grinds within me. Neither of us find it necessary to rush, what with school being done with for the day.
Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. Every inch of my skin feels as if it's lit up like fireworks, the blood running through my veins sizzle across my bones in an intense explosion, flaring within my innards like a blazing inferno. My fingers cup the back of his skull, his hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep within me.
"O-Oh fuck..."
I breathe out desperately while trying to grasp on to him. I'm getting all sensitive like never before, and it's driving me crazy. My contorted expressions are merely fuel to his fire. He heatedly nuzzles my nape as one of his hands comes up to gently cradle my face, my heavily-lidded gaze glazes over him with lust as my body makes me beg for him.
"...Gaster...Harder..."
His hips pause and he looks at me with a faint smirk coming to his face.
"✋ 💣 💧 ✡📬 ✋ 💣 ❄ 💧 ✋ ✌ 👎 ❄ ✌❄📬 👍✌ ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✌❄ 💣 ✍" (I'M SORRY. I'M NOT SURE I HEARD THAT. CARE TO REPEAT THAT FOR ME?)
"Please..."
" ✌💧 📬📬📬 ✌❄✍" (PLEASE...WHAT?)
He proceeds to pump his hips painfully slow and shallow, making it very hard to speak with a slacken jaw.
"P-please...oooooooh...Please go faster..."
" 💣💣💣📬📬📬✋ 💣 ❄ 💧 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✌❄ ✡ 💧✌��👎 ❄ ✋ 💧❄ ❄✋💣 📬" (HMMM...I'M NOT SURE THAT'S WHAT YOU SAID THE FIRST TIME.)
He drops to a agonizing crawl and I feel my being shatter.
"Harder! Please Gaster, take me harder!"
He grins with devious cocky delight.
" ✋ ✡ ✋ 💧✋💧❄📬" (WELL IF YOU INSIST.)
This has him snap as he thrusts and gradually speeds up, faster and faster, filling me more and more as I feel his length graze the sensitive nerves within my core. I've never experienced something as powerful and as intense as this as he pushes into me faster, harder...losing all sense of himself in me as his tongue hangs carelessly out his mouth, and the sight of his contorted expression, burning bright with a dark flush setting his face alight like a lantern, sends me careening over the edge of oblivion.
"I'm...I'm close...Gaster...o-oh...I think I'm close..."
"💧✌✡ ❄ ✌❄ ✌ ✌✋ 📬📬📬" (SAY THAT AGAIN...)
He orders, pushing himself mercilessly into me until the feelings stirring deep within my center spirals deliciously between my legs. He can barely take looking at my submissive expression and my eyes rolling back in pleasure. His raw voice is draped with uncontrollable lust as he grips a hold of my waist in his impossibly strong arms.
"✡ 💣📫💣✌😐 💣✡ 📫 ✌💣 📬📬📬💧 👎 💧 👎📬📬📬 ✋😐 ✞ ✞ ❄📬" (YOU M-MAKE MY N-NAME...SOUND SO GOOD...LIKE VELVET.)
My sharp gasps synchronize with his harsh thrusts, and in between the delicious rhythm of his movements, I try my best to make sense of the dizzying thoughts to call out to him.
"Gas...ahhh...G-gaster..."
I'm almost completely gone. I can feel the what I believe to be the climax coming, reaching to its absolute limits, and Gaster feels the pulsating urge to release himself shooting through his member. It's impossible to stop now.
He can't hold himself back any longer, not when he can feel me tighten around him in all the right ways. Slowly he forces me to look directly at him. In his sockets, there is unfathomable desire. In his eyes, there's a passion to make me his and his alone. I can feel it in his affectionate hands, holding me like I were porcelain. And the feeling of being wanted by him finally tips me over the edge.
"👍 💣 💣 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬✋ ✌ ❄ ✡ ❄ 👍 💣 ✋❄ 💣 📬📬📬💣✡ ❄📬📬📬💣✡ 👌 ✌ ❄✋ ✋ 📬📬📬" (CUM FOR ME, LYNSIE...I WANT YOU TO CUM WITH ME...MY PET...MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL...)
He releases everything he's held back all this time, the desk creaking under his force and moving ever so slightly despite it's heavy weight. He relentlessly pounds into me and fills me up as I feel my climax quivering tortuously over his member. I feel the waves of ecstasy flood my system until we're both stiff and give in to the intensive release of our orgasms.
The sheer power of climax is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm careening through euphoric plains of being, as if I've shed away my human skin and fractured into millions of pieces against him, blending in with the magic of being as I melt beneath him.
Through the misty haze of orgasm, I can't help but enjoy the feeling of still being connected to him. Like as if both of our forms have collided together, experiencing the ethereal feeling of sharing one existence and yet are able to still enjoy the earthly pleasures. I breathe deeply as if it's my last breath.
"✌ ✡ ✌ ✋ ❄✍" (ARE YOU ALRIGHT?)
"That...was...so...intense..."
He chuckles wearily and doesn't let go as he collapses against me as my arms fall limply over his shoulders.
"💧 👍 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📬📬📬✡ ✞ 👎✋💧✌ ✋ ❄ 💣 📬📬📬💣💣💣💣💣💣📬📬📬❄ ✋💧 👎 💧 ❄ ✡ 💧❄ ✌✋ ❄ ✌ 💧 ❄ ✡ ✌ ✋ ✡ ✌💧 👎 💣👌 ✌💧 ❄ 💧 💧 ✌❄ ✋ 💧📬" (SUCH A GOOD GIRL...YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT ME...MMMMMM...THIS WOULD SO GET YOU STRAIGHT A'S FOR THE YEAR IF YOU WERE AS DUMB AS THOSE SEAT FILLERS.)
"*giggles* Glad to be on that pretty pedestal of yours sir."
"*yawns* ❄ ✋💧 ✋💧 ✋👍 📬 ✌ ✡ 👍 💣 ❄✌👌 ✍" (*YAWNS* THIS IS NICE. ARE YOU COMFORTABLE?)
"Could be better. If you bring the chair closer..."
" ✋😐 ❄ ✋💧✍" (LIKE THIS?)
He scoots the chair closer and I prop my legs on it.
"Much better. Takes the pressure off my spine."
He smiles and cuddles me. His form is warm and comforting. I press my lips against the vertebrae of his neck with a smile and feel him heating up in response.
"*purrs* ❄ ✌❄ 💧 ✋👍 📬📬📬" (*PURRS* THAT'S NICE...)
"I aim to please. After all...*lick* I'm teacher's pet~."
"*tired shudder* ✌ ❄✡ ✋ 📬📬📬❄ ✌💧✋ 💣 ✋ ❄ ✡ ✌ 👎 💣 ✋❄📬" (*TIRED SHUDDER* NAUGHTY GIRL...TEASING ME WILL GET YOU A DEMERIT.)
"Who said I'm teasing?"
"📬📬📬 ✋✞ 💣 ✌ 💣 💣 ❄📬 📬📬✌ 👎 ✋ ✌✞ ✡ 👌 ✋ 💧 ❄ ✌💧 📬" (...GIVE ME A MOMENT. HEH HEH..AND I'LL HAVE YOU BEGGING FOR SWEET RELEASE.)
"Fair enough sir."
Honestly we're both spent and yet we're both yearning for more. It was wonderful and too much all at once, like the start of an addiction. Evert few seconds he grinds into me and my hold on him tightens. Slowly building the start for another go at wrecking his desk with our bodies.
And as I affectionately hold him close to my trembling body, eventually feeling his length harden from deep inside me, I smile wide as I hear a small thump of a heartbeat pulse within his chest. Then the thumping starts to grow louder in my muffled ears. And when I understand what it is it's too late.
"S-sir..."
"💣💣💣💣📬📬📬 👎 ✡ 💧 👎📬📬📬" (MMMM...GOD YOU FEEL SO GOOD...)
"Sir I think..."
" ✌❄ 👎✋👎 ✋ ❄ ✡ ✍ 💧✌✡ 💣✡ ✌💣 📬 *groans*" (WHAT DID I TELL YOU? SAY MY NAME. *GROANS*)
"But sir there's..."
"✋ 💧✌✋👎📪 💧✌✡ 💣✡ ✌💣 ✏" (I SAID, SAY MY NAME!)
"hey gaster..."
We freeze up. Slim is on the other side of the door and thank god Dings had me lock it.
" 📫 ✌ ✡ 💧✍ 📫 ✌❄ ✌ ✡ 👎 ✋ ✌ ❄ 💧✍" (P-PAPYRUS? W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE AFTER HOURS?)
"sans's been waiting in the car and is getting all pissy. you done being gross with her or what?"
"❄ ✌ ✡ ❄✌ 😐✋ ✌👌 ❄✍✏" (THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!)
"bro, i could hear you from like two halls away. you're just lucky no one else is around."
"Told you this was awkward as hell."
"✡ 💧 ❄ 📬 *sighs and pulls out with a grunt* ✋✞ 💣 ✌ 💣✋ ❄ 📬" (YOU SHUT UP. *SIGHS AND PULLS OUT WITH A GRUNT* GIVE ME A MINUTE.)
"heh...only a minute huh?
" 👍😐 ✡ ✏" (FUCK YOU!)
"Gaster..."
" ✌❄✍✏" (WHAT?!)
I cup the back of his skull in my hands, I lock eyes with him and he gulps softly.
"Relax...*kiss* You can gloat later. Say...*whispers* after breaking your beds headboard~."
He smirks devilishly.
" 📬📬📬✋ ✞ ❄ ✌✡ ✡ ❄ ✋ 😐📪 💣✡ ❄❞📬" (OOOH...I LOVE THE WAY YOU THINK, MY PET~.)
"I told you sir...I aim to please."
He chuckles and slips away from me to fix himself up.
"Um...Sir?"
"✡ 💧✍" (YES?)
I show my still cuffed wrists.
" 📬📬📬 ✋ ❄📬" (OH...RIGHT.)
He digs around in a drawer and gets the key, freeing me from his bonds...for now.
Unlocking the door, Slim just looks at us with a knowing but uncaring smile.
"so...you two have quite the 'discussion'?"
"💣 👍😐 ✌ ✡ ✌ ❄📬 ✋ 👎 ❄ 👍✌ 📬" (MOCK ALL YOU WANT. I DON'T CARE.)
"okay, i will."
Dings sneers.
"Come on you two. It's late, can we just go home?"
"sure. but aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?"
"you forgot your panties."
Slim points to the discarded undergarment and I blush.
"nice pair by the way."
"...Shut up."
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