ANTICIPATION
CW: Gaster smut, 18+, Gaster’s jorkin it, by it I mean his penits, tentacle penis (it doesn’t need to make sense), self degradation, a little angsty, if there’s a hole, there’s a goal, handfucking (literal)
Gaster sat at his chair, eager…no, more than eager—to show the world of Twitter the newest chapter of Deltarune. He could physically feel how close he was to a connection. His stiff hands trembled with excitement just from typing out the expected tweets. Might as well have been as ecstatic as the people expecting the new chapter. Although…he began feeling something else, something a bit lower on his body. The anticipation seemed to have reached another place in addition. He wasn’t completely unaware of it…but he had something to do. It could wait. He started typing again…slowly but surely with his old, rigid fingers. Although, the aching feeling was already becoming too much to bear. So he slowly moved one hand down—his movements so slow from his poor state. Everything was stiff and near painful to move…but he would give himself relief despite that. Maybe, he simply enjoyed the slight pain whenever his hands were locked in such a position sometimes…
He used his feeble fingers and rubbed over the shaped imprint beneath his robe. His face melted slightly as he released a shaky moan—one that was a little too loud for his own liking. Having moments like this was extremely awkward…he didn’t have palms, so the most he could manage to do was just stroking with his fingers. However, that was uncomfortable…whatever it takes to get rid of that ache, though. He multitasked, rubbing himself while his other hand was trying to type on his elderly computer. It proved to be a difficult task with his easily cramped fingers—worsened by the trembling of his hands. His body was extremely unstable, and yet…here he was. Ignoring the signs of overexertion. Five minutes went by and finally conjured up one tweet. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to get a little lost in the pleasure.
“…JUST A LITTLE M-MORE…”
He tilted his head back and let out another broken moan. Bucking his hips a little just from the tease of his fingers. He loved to keep himself on edge—however, he was unsure if he could hold out for very long. He was very…very pent up. Being far more excited and eager than normal…he exposed himself further. Exposing the more intimate parts of himself, continuing what he was doing previously. Met with the familiar slimy and dripping organ. It was repulsive to him, but it felt incredible. So he couldn’t hate it to his fullest. A shiver ran up his spine at the sensation and chuckled weekly. How pathetic it was that he was doing this…and has done it many times before. During those extremely long years without being connected to whom he wished to reach. This time, he thought of something new. Something he could experiment with. He had no palms…only holes. He groaned at the mere thought, but he went through with it…using his dominant hand to do so. His other hand adjusted himself accordingly, positioning his dick into his empty palm. It felt strange. The thing wasn’t meant to be there at all, but it still felt…quite arousing to him. He began to move his wrist around a bit, testing how it made him feel…wondering if this relieved him better. It twitched at the feeling and slightly curled around his hand. It was shameful, but he loved it—and it gave his wrists a bit of a workout. It may or may not make his condition worse, but that was something he was gladly willing to find out. He released constant noises of pleasure and slight pain from his joints, but all was fine. Starting to thrust into the hole in his hand. The sounds it was making were absolutely obscene. Like plunging a wet object into something. Squelching and squelching…He let out a broken laugh, his face melting a little more in pleasure.
“DISGUSTING…EXPLOITING MY OWN TERRIBLE BODY LIKE THIS…”
Despite how shameful the act was, he kept on going—It simply felt too good to possibly stop now. He needed this. He needed to fulfill his deepest desires and reach an end. What he needed to do was long forgotten by this point. Seeing as he desperately used his hand to get himself off. The pain was certainly starting to settle in, but he was so, so close…He whined and cursed beneath his breath. His free hand raising up to his mouth, his fingers sinking into the emptiness of it. Was it a poor attempt to muffle himself? Or something purely done to feel more? He groaned and looked down at the sinful act he was committing. Starting to get overwhelmed by the stimulation, his body tensed up. Preparing himself for what was to come. He stopped moving his hand and focused purely on moving his hips into that palmless hand. Literally fucking his hand in the means of making himself feel good. All while he had more important things to do, but this simply couldn’t wait any longer. He sped up, grunting and whining with each thrust. The chair beneath him squeaked intensely from all the movement. He could feel it…heavier and stronger than before, and then—He let out a strangled moan, his body locked up as he released all over himself. The end of his dick pulsing with every spurt of cum that releases. His eyes felt blurry, something like tears ran down his face. Not normal tears—they were as dark as a black hole. His longing for something more…It was so painfully good, he simply couldn’t help the tears. He eventually calmed down and attempted to relax his body to the best he can manage after something like that. Sighing as he cleaned himself up and sat back down in his chair. Typing up something again—his dominant hand being extremely sore, but he didn’t regret it one bit. Nothing guilty about indulging every now and then…
Maybe, that’s why his most recent set of tweets were even more suggestive than usual.
