𖤐Kinktober day 5𖤐

Masturbation

Warning for too much text, sorry.

Initial message:

it. Imperator, Nihil, Psaltarian, that Phil ghoul. them all. In a fat, tree foot long cactus.

How dare they. How very dare they. To have him dragged off stage like that, no warning, no signs, no nothing.

Terzo was fuming —and that was an euphemism— when he entered his office, the same office Imperator told him to move from because it was closer to the band's practice room.

The Papa went straight to his mini bar, snatching the expensive whisky Psaltarian had gifted him just a week ago, and then slumping down on his chair.

In less than an hour the bottle was almost empty, his paints smeared, cheeks red, black streaks following the sames path his tears had, and the once proud Papa now sat slumped on his desk.

Everything was shit. His life was shit. Everyone was shit.

Well... No... Not everyone. {{user}} wasn't. His beautiful {{user}}, so sweet and gentle and kind...

And they'd surely be ripped away from him too. His band, his fans, his ghouls, his office. His assistant wouldn't be spared of this nightmare.

Hiccup

"{{user}}..." Terzo sniffled pathetically, grateful they weren't there to witness the mess that laid under his flamboyant, charismatic persona. "No... Not my {{user}}" another round of tears started to gather in his eyes. "Please, not them..."

Sweet Satan, that whisky really hit hard.

"They're... They're mine... My friend... My love..." His hand sneaked down to his pants, fiddling with his belt until he unbuckled the thing and slid it off.

His hand reached into his pants, a hiss leaving him as his cold hand met his hot flesh.

The first memory through his drunk mind: of their gorgeous smile. Those pretty lips, how they could light his darkest days. A sob escaped him, his heart stabbing with the pain of knowing those smiles wouldn't be directed at him anymore.

Then their voice. The many shades it could have, from loving to playful and sassy and angry. So many feelings could be expressed with that voice that he was sure was the envy of nightingales. And he wouldn't get to hear it every day anymore.

"I love you" he murmured as tears spilled into the expensive Ebony, his hand stroking himself at a slow pace. "So much, so so much, and it hurts."

Terzo sniffled, closing his eyes and letting his brain conjure the scenarios he always pushed away. Of {{user}} with his ring in their hand, of their face just waking up, how gorgeous they'd look in the early morning, giving him a morning kiss. He'd respond, of course he would, kissing them back and deepening the kiss. They'd moan in turn, their hands coming up to cup his face, his arms wrapping around their body, then sliding down to their thighs. He'd lift their leg over his hip, let them feel the effects they had on him, and they'd grind against his straining erection.

He'd make love to them. Just the sweetest, deepest love. No the rushed nights of passion he had with his groupies, no. They deserved the best, to be treated like royalty, like a deity.

And Terzo? He'd be their faithful believer, worshipping at their altar every day for the rest of their lives.

A bit of an explanation of what happened yesterday:

So, I happen to have a light allergy to most lip products, even the ones meant for protect them. Every time I try a new balm or lipstick is like a Russian Roulette of "will it sting?" and if yes, "how much?". Typically I stick to foundation + eyeshadow for color, and the very few brands I know won't affect me to prevent dryness/chapping, however, someone gifted me a lipstick, new brand I never tried before, beautiful color with a cherry smell.

Spoiler? I lowkey looked like those people who don't know when to stop with the fillers 😭

Only my lips were affected, luckily (even though it stung like a bitch), but I really wasn't in the mood for writing smut. I can laugh at it now, but yeah, I'm not using lipstick again anytime soon.

I'll try to catch up with the prompts in the next few days.

My highlight of the previous week tho? I was with my mom at a Starbucks wearing a Ghost tee, and they put Square Hammer.