#infamus

[chivalrites]

does jeff play video games? if so, what kinds? (canon and modern verse)

ask me questions about jeff, I’m begging.

He’s not a gamer boy. You can see him playing a round of Candy Crush if you watch him long enough. He loved Webkins and Club Penguin. He had a WoW account at one point. His favorite video game is the Sims.

[gareththegreata]

@infamus  [ LEAD ] : sender takes receiver by the hand, and leads them on to the bed.

            they were all at a after party. another successful show on both sides. gareth had managed only to retain a small gash on his cheek from a mosh pit but it was better than a bloody nose. he had found himself talking with carmen the majority of the party. it was getting late, music was still loud within the apartment. gareth’s head was clouded from the joint he had just smoked. there was something about carmen. something about the way she spoke. about the way she held herself. about the way---...she didn’t fit here at all, did she? though, she was an amazing bassist. she had to be in order for molly to even let her in the band. he feels her hand grasp his, pulling him off the couch and down the hallway. this can’t be happening. his cheeks burn a bright red and he can’t help but smile as he led into the bedroom. she backs up onto her bed, pulling him along with her. he doesn’t hesitate to place a calloused, yet gentle hand to her cheek, thumb moving across her cheek bone. 

             “huh---...” stormy blue eyes watch her expression carefully before he leans forward to press his lips against hers. lips move against her own before he forces himself to pull away, taking a breath. “are---...are you sure your cool with this?”

[muutosarchive]

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ] 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞)

desperate, vein adorned & aging hand grips a thick breast behind the booth. bench between a slotted divider long since occupied by two, as her plump & curvaceous body fits atop his own. his legs are spread as wide as the space would allow, whilst the choke-hold of his collar trails closed buttons to the last two. those which are open, as slacks as pushed down to his calves. his other fingers push against the soft flesh of her stomach. wet, slick envelope sliding over his cock in a manner that which he could not properly describe with words, though in truth he felt hot all over. sweat collecting upon his face, & upon his neck where the skin is not so taught anymore. glasses gone, his mouth gapes as hips make short thrusts to meet her bouncing. hold on her breast becoming lighter as he feels the weight bounce with every movement. cheek to dark strands, as his eyes flutter closed. bow lips in a natural, parted state of bliss. adorned atop, with a light moustache. necklace chain rubbing against his collarbone, beneath the fabric of his shirt. nose sloped downward, as he nuzzles her softly.

though, despite the slight creaks of the booth, & a light amount of outside noise, it was still business hours. & they had to be quiet, despite the difficulty in such a task. he’s trying (& succeeding, thanks to the opiates), not to think about their relationship. he’s her priest, & has been for a long time. she & her father had been part of his congregation, & attend whenever they’re in town. he hears her confess regularly, & the inappropriate nature of this engagement is probably the lowest he’s ever sunk. though the high was high, as her gorgeous, statuesque body rocks atop his unworthy, fifty six year old hips. her back against a rippling belly, & as a squeak leaves her lips, his eyes open - peering upward as the hand pawing her, snakes up her neck to wrap around her face. palm over her lips, as he thrusts upward. “i need you to be quiet for me, okay Vögelchen?” little bird. it struck an odd chord with him, now that he says it in this context... though it was muscle memory, at this point. avian like nose brushing the end of her jawline. fingers on her belly creeping down over the soft mound of flesh, and between her parted lips to stroke her clit.

@infamus​

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