Multi Muse Indie Blog

Hey all! I'm Tay and this is a blog intended for roleplaying purposes only. I have many muses and I opened to most things. Smut unfortunately is reserved for people who I have roleplayed with for a while and who I feel most comfortable with. However, I will do fade to black, or head canons. Anyway if you want to interact with any of my muses, don't be afraid to IM me or send me ask.

[pocmuzings]

why do y’all uncultured, filthy swine always play idris elba, an incredibly talented actor, as a rapey piece of shit? is it cause he’s a large black man and u guys assume thats what all ‘rapists’ look like? genuinely, ive been in so many rps, and he’s always played as this overly dominant, gross, sexist asshole with rapey undertones, and i wanna address this in the rpc, bcus yall obviously have this gross fetishsization and racist idea with black men and making them Nasty. sip that tea.

[stevie--evans]

Zoo Trip || Stevie & Crystal

[tayandjess1x1s]

stevie--evans:

Tagging: Stevie Evans and Crystal Jones When: September 30, 2017 Where: San Francisco Zoo Triggers: N/A

Stevie

“Yeah. Of course it’s okay,” he said after he noticed she backtracked from her excitement, as if she were worried about his reaction to it. “We can go with what you said. We have the entire day to be here so there’s no right or wrong way to go about this,” Stevie encouraged, giving Crystal an encouraging smile. “Lets start with the primate center and work out way around,” He looked at the map once more, before trailing his eyes back to Crystal. There was initial concern she might think his choice in their first meeting would be lame but he could tell within those few few minutes with her she was very happy with it. “Come. Lets get going. I want to see as many animals as we can,” Stevie moved from her slowly, waiting for Crystal to catch up with him. 

Crystal

Crystal was excited to get going and was very pleased that Stevie didn’t seem to mind her excitement. She had to stop getting in her head and remind herself that he wouldn’t have come, or suggested the zoo if he was all serious all the time. So Crystal decided to just be herself and if he didn’t like something, she was sure that he would tell her. “She smiled to herself before catching up to him, and taking his arm to pull him to the primate like she intended to do. She was like a kid in the candy store. Once they go to the section, Crystal took out her camera to start taking pictures. “Sometimes, I wonder how they come up with these names. Like who came up with chimpanzees, or gorillas.”

[tayandjess1x1s]

As Sam looked around the party, and Chloe’s new place, he couldn’t be anything but happy for her. Getting your own place is a huge sign of independence and if anyone was responsible enough to handle such  responsibility, it was Chloe. Being around her and their friends made him realize how much he missed her. She was always the light in his life whenever he felt darkness around him. She was his best friend and in someways, his soulmate. Platonic of course. Sam grimace at that word. What he felt for Chloe was anything but platonic. But over the years, he learned to just stamp down that feeling and be whatever it is that she needed. Besides, he knew she didn’t feel that way, and he would never do anything or say anything to make her feel uncomfortable. So his true feelings will forever be a secret between him and his journal. 

Sam was so lost in thought, he didn’t realize how crowded the party was becoming. He shouldn’t have been surprised because everyone loved Chloe. Of course they would wan to come and help her celebrate the next chapter in her life. Sam’s eyes scanned the crowd until he found who he was looking for. His best friend so happy, and having fun, and that was radiating all over her face. He walked over to her with beer in hand and a smile on his face. “You my friend, seem like you could use a bit of cooling down.” He held the beer out, waiting for her take it. “You had a good turn out.”

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[tayandjess1x1s]

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Noah smiled or thought he did but it wasn’t such a foreign sensation that his muscles might have forgotten how to cause one to form. Yet, inside, he found the ideas interesting and unique. Maybe even something he could see someone like Sam into. Not that he knew him well enough to say he could see him getting one of those. “What’s Na’vi?” he thought to ask, not exactly someone who knew a whole lot when it came to pop culture, which he assumed was. “Is it from Star Wars, too?” When Noah thought about his tattoo and when he got it, he felt as if it happened to someone else. He wasn’t sober and there was a lot of emotional pain. Physical? It was a blur. “It didn’t hurt much for me. It could be different for you if you decide to go for it.” Noah took a long, deep breath and dropped his head down. “I was drunk when I got this one. I didn’t think they would do it but the guy knew me and my brother. He got I’m not the type to make rash choices.”

“Ever heard of the movie Avatar? It’s the movie with the blue people.” Sam described it like that because in case the name of the movie doesn’t ring a bell, maybe he’ll remember seeing a preview or commercial with blue people. “It’s the language they speak. It’s a fictional language, but obviously I’m probably one of the few people who learned the language.” As Noah started talking about the tattoo pain, Sam had to admit that he wasn’t someone who took well to needles. He actually hated them. “It’s good that he knew you and allowed you to get the tattoo. I know someone who wanted one, but they were 16 and even if , his parents gave permission, the tattoo guy didn’t do it. Puts things in perspective.” Sam bit his lip a bit before asking Noah a question, something to get the question away from sad topics and memories. “So have you ever just made a rash decision, or just like did something without thinking of consequences, and then regretted it eventually?”

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When Chloe learned of the virus, she marked it as something that could only cause trouble. It wasn’t something she learned from her stay in rehab. It was just the way things when whenever sex was involved. There were those who were fine with fucking around; continuing on their sort of friends with benefits situation. Then there were those who needed that constant scratch; unable to put themselves with other people because they needed it from one person. Even when that one person wasn’t able to satisfy them completely. 

Then there were those who didn’t care who they went after as long as they got off. Causing a type of destructive path of hurt feelings and broken hearts. As much as she tried to be a good person Chloe went overboard, finding it hard to turn away any man or woman who wanted to get with her. It caused her family grief and she was certain there were men who’s marriages were fucked up because of her. Not that it was her fault they cheated in the first place.

Chloe was certain her life would be of that, fucking without consequence essentially because she just didn’t care. she went into another place when her mind shifted to it. To be honest, it scared her. It scared her to think at such a young age she would be without that feeling of connection with another person. That it was about getting off and nothing more. Yet…there was something that transpired between her and someone special in a small open field in the woods some time back. The very person who caused her mind to slow down and for to experience more than having a good orgasm. It was different. Foreign. Something she wanted to experience more of. 

With everything Sam has done over the course of their relationship, one which formed that afternoon into a friendship unlike any other, Chloe knew there was something to this. That even with this virus you could find something wholesome and pure. And the way he felt inside her, how his mouth touched her and the way his hands roamed her body. There was meaning to it. That there was something passionate she wanted to experience with him and only him. 

Chloe’s eyes closed, drinking in the way he said her name and how gentle he was with how he moved against her. Her body anchored against his and a hot, heavy sigh left her lips before she pressed them together and moaned lowly against him. Her body wanted more and more. Everything was amped given what he did to her before, causing her body to feel sensitive to each and every touch and she whispered his name as her lips parted; finding his cheek to decorate the sweetest, most delicate kisses imaginable. Chloe’s hands skirted upwards on his broad back and she arched the fingers just enough to press her nails into his skin. A though fluttered her hazy mind, one which told her this was what she’d waited for. He was who she waited for. But she didn’t dare say it. To say it meant a lot and, honestly, it terrified her.

Sam hated to think of Chloe being like this with anyone else. The mere idea made his blood percolate beneath the surface of his skin. But he could tell that was just his feelings for her growing. Sam knew he would never judge her for anything because with this virus, you couldn’t really control your urges. So instead of him letting he jealousy take over, he found much more pleasure in channeling his whims into hot sexual liaisons with Chloe- each new heated encounter between them, being hotter than the last. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to bury his swollen cock deep inside of her hot, tight core. How every inch of his hot organ was caressed by the snug pink folds between her deliciously thick thighs.

Sam felt as if he was in heaven, slowly pumping his hips against Chloe’s, working his stiff length in and out of her soft folds. Sliding his palms over her smooth sides, grasping her hips, Sam nuzzled his nose against hers. It was incredible how they moved in sync, their bodies entwining in a sensual harmony. “You feel…incredible.” He exhaled, gently kissing Chloe’s soft lips as her fingertips grazed against his nude back. “Oh Chloe,” He groaned, thrusting his hips forward, burying his slick cock deeper inside of her. He tunneled his hands underneath her, squeezing her firm cheeks with his palms, pulling her tight to him. Leaning back, Sam pulled them both into a seated position, Chloe straddling his lap. He lifted his hand, gently pushing her hair over her shoulder as he leaned forward to plant a trail of soft kisses down her throat, slowly working in and out of her.   

Sam wrapped one of his muscular arms around Chloe’s waist, happily guiding her body up and down in his lap. His free hand snaked up behind the girl’s neck, his fingers weaving into her hair, grasping a soft chunk of hair, simultaneously squeezing her warm nape.  Sam couldn’t think of a more intimate way to make love to Chloe than this, face-to-face, with her straddling his hips. His lips blazed a lazy trail down to her heaving bosom, meticulously paying tribute to both of her spectacular breasts, his tongue circling around her stiff nipples. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied…” He promised with a breathy sigh, lifting his lips toward her mouth.

[your-man-matt-blog]

Help a Bro Out || MaLec

[tayandjess1x1s]

your-man-matt:

When the guy said he wanted to swing by for him to check over his outfit, Matt didn’t know if he was serious or overthinking the whole thing. It more than likely was a combination of the both and he went to take a seat in front of him; not caring it was on the coffee table. Matt pulled the bag of chips open and he nodded along while he chewed as he thought about how to go about this. “How about this,” he started after he swallowed the salty snack, “I go by your dorm or apartment, don’t know where you’re staying, and give you a look over. That way none of the guys see you at the place. Can’t have them think I’m playing favorites. Besides if they see you’re not sure about something like your clothes then they might wonder how you are with other things,” He hoped he received this well because he didn’t mean any harm by it. “How does that sound?”

Alec thought about what Matt said, and thought he was right. He can’t be so  uptight or anything, or people will see right through him. Besides, he barely knew Matt. He had to learn to stand on his own two feet. “It’s fine, really. I can just meet you at the frat house. I just get into my head sometimes.” Alec smiled a bit, and then helped himself to Matt’s chips, hoping to show that it really was fine. “Anyway, what do you have planned for the rest of the day?”

[your-man-matt-blog]

Help a Bro Out || MaLec

[tayandjess1x1s]

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Matt tapped his foot every now and again while Alec talked. They came from such different worlds. His didn’t require much in the way of responsibility other than keeping his grades decent enough and studying to work at his dad’s law firm. Not the type of job he wanted because he didn’t feel any type of passion for it. But it was one that was guaranteed for him if he went through with law school and passed the bar.  How hard could it be? Then there was Alec who seemed like he had his parents breathing down his neck, stunting the guy from actually living a life. At least he was here and away from that. “Can’t say just from the little bit we’ve talked. You seem a good enough guy and might be pretty awesome once you cut loose.” He stood from the couch and went to the table to grab a bag of unopened chips. “You be up for meeting the other guys? There’s one of those parties coming up for potential pledges to attend.”

Alec didn’t have to think much about whether or not he wanted to pledge. It looked like this could be the freedom he was looking for. Plus, he wanted to make the best of his college years. He didn’t want to keep playing it safe. So Alec gave a small smile before nodding his head. “Yea, I’ll be up for it. Just let me know when and where and I’ll be there.” Alec paused a minute before speaking again. “Maybe I can stop by here before going to the party, just to make sure I look okay. Wouldn’t want to embarrass myself, or you for that matter. This will be my very first college party, so I kinda don’t want to wear anything that will show that I have no idea what I’m doing.” He hoped he made sense to Matt, and didn’t just show him what a lame guy he could be. He could loosen up, he just needed a little help with that.

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

The key, one which took months upon months of hard work and dedication to obtain, weighed heavily in Mercedes Jones’ hand. This key would open the door to opportunity. The type people struggled to get in a world filled with mainstream music, the type that have these barbies who’s voices were enhanced by the use of computer programs. Things like that don’t fly in her world, as she was brought up to hone in on your God-given talent and show everyone your talent. That it was only you and the audience. Nothing faked. 

All heart. 

With a twist of the key Mercedes hand pushed the door open and she set about flipping the lights on. One by one sections of the small New Orlean’s club came to life and she had to take a moment and admire the view from the stage, feeling incredibly blessed to have this moment. That her time in the spotlight and the adoration of fans worldwide, afforded her this chance. This moment. That she could open those very doors in less than two hours and encourage people from all parts of the world to step up on this stage and show people their musical gift. 

As she released a long, shuddery sigh, Mercedes smiled brightly to herself and laid her hands onto her thighs. The dress she chose for opening night was made of the finest blue silk and it made her look quite the vision. 

“Two hours,” she sang, feeling that euphoria that washed upon her each time she thought of that night. The door opened and her staff hurried through, all with their assigned tasks which were issued the night before. This was the biggest move she’d ever made and she knew people would come here because of her reputation as a singer, initially at least. And the woman wanted it perfect. 

Which she knew was more than possible with the help of friends and the people who practically begged to work for her. 

Guess time would tell. 

With that Mercedes left the stage and went to join the others with setting in place the final pieces of preparation to make this once dilapidated building to come to life for the city of New Orleans!

The soft sound of pencil against paper filled the dimly lit but clean room. Sam sat against the headboard of the bed, his covers precariously hung on his lap as he bent over a sketchbook. A look of pure concentration in his emerald gaze before he distractedly wiped a strand of blonde hair out of her face, His intense green eyes fell on the young woman lying next to him. She lay sprawled out and fast asleep as they shared the blanket. Her face was peaceful in sleep and almost innocent as she laid there. Sam returned his gaze back to his sketchbook, the sound of pencil against paper started up again with renewed fever. He was so enthralled in his sketch, that he didn’t even realized that she had wakened. He watched her silently get up and get dressed, before he got up himself and walked her to the door. She smiled and waved at him, and he nodded at her before closing the door. Was this what his life was always going to be? A string of one night stands, where he didn’t even remembered the girl’s name afterward? Sam hoped not, but given that this has been his life for the last couple of months, he didn’t see how anything was going to change.

Sam was lost in thought when he heard a chime on his cell phone. He had to stop and think where he last saw his phone. It was probably thrown somewhere when he was trying to remove his clothes in record speed. After about ten minutes of searching, he found his phone underneath the bed. He checked it, and saw that it was a text from his friend reminding him that they were supposed to meet at this new club to check it out. Sam didn’t feel like going anywhere, but it definitely beat sitting in his hotel room feeling sorry for himself. So with renewed purpose, Sam jumped in the shower, and before he knew it, he was dressed and walking towards his destination.

Clubs and bars wasn’t really his scene, but in the past two months that he has been in New Orleans, that’s all he seemed to be frequented. So he knew the drill with the bouncers and with less hassle than he was used to, he was ushered inside. Sam made a bee line for the bar, because drinking has become part of this new life. He ordered a plain beer, and while he was waiting for the bartender to return, he took in his surroundings. The atmosphere had a different vibe then most clubs that he has been to, and it wasn’t too crowded and overbearing. He took a sip of the beer the bartender put in front of him, and then gave him his money plus a tip. When asked if he wanted a tab, Sam declined and turned his back to the bartender, scanning the room of smiley faces. People having a good time. He took another swig and felt like he should get lost in the sea of bodies also.

[tayandjess1x1s]

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His fingers…fuck…they made it so hard for her to concentrate. She wanted to take in everything he did. To commit it to memory but there was no way to do that because she was getting to that place where it made everything come together in a hot, white ball of heat until it exploded from her. She was almost there. Getting to that place and he was steering her; telling her to let go. Fuck she wanted to. She wanted to let everything go for him and have it that only he was the one to catch her when she did. 

Sam’s hands played her hot, she at his mercy and she felt her body twitch involuntarily as the first intense wave came over her; practically drowning her in it’s bliss as she groaned loudly. A pillow, the one she’d been gripping, pulled free from behind her head and she pressed it over her face. As many times as they’d done this in his room; she could never allow herself to completely unravel without a pillow over her face. And, sometimes, against Sam’s neck or shoulder if he was fucking her. 

There was that curl, the tease. The way his fingertips stimulated her spot and as soon as she felt that ball grow bigger and hotter, she arched her back and moaned again; the pillow capturing it completely and Chloe know doing as he asked. A series of unintelligible words, most swears, hit that soft pillow and she felt the warmth of her breath heat it up as she came profusely around his thrusting fingers and hoping he’d be able to taste her with his tongue which was still claiming her clit as it’s own personal plaything. 

Sam kept her as still as he could while she squirmed with delight under the teasing ministrations of his fingers and tongue. “Mmm,” He groaned, greedily inhaling Chloe’s dizzying scent as her excitement drizzled out to meet his lapping tongue. Her sensual moans filled his ears as he pumped his fingers diligently in and out of her sweet, hot hole. She was squeezing him so tightly inside of her, that it became increasingly difficult to withdraw his slick digits from between her luscious thighs. Sam alternated between toying with her clit, kissing her inner thighs and grazing his teeth over any areas of exposed skin that he could reach. Anything he could think of to bring her pleasure, he made sure to do. Sam happily licked her rosy clit, working her wet tunnel as fervently as his hand could manage. He continued pumping his fingers inside of her as her body shook, energetically delivering her pent-up release. Dragging his tongue up and down her pink slit, slowly easing his digits from her spasming walls, Sam devoured Chloe’s syrupy cum, not wanting any of it to go to waste. 

Sam smiled as Chloe trembled in his hands, unable to hide the pleasure coursing through her beautiful body. He swelled with pride at the knowledge that he’d brought her to such heights, his cheek even warmed to a slight hue of pink. Reluctantly releasing his grasp on her smooth curves, Sam lifted his gaze to and reached up to remove the pillow. He wanted to see her completely. When he was able to gaze into her eyes, he let out a small gasp. He’d never seen her eyes shining so brightly. Had he brought her all this happiness? He was hesitant to think it.  He wanted her more than he ever wanted anything. That was an undeniable truth at this point. Adjusting his weight on top of her, Sam softly brushed their lips together in a soft kiss. They shared her sweet nectar as he settled between her legs, their hips pressed close together.  He closed his eyes, basking the delicate touch of her soft lips, before reaching over to his nightstand, taking out a condom, and in record speed, covered his hardened cock. Sam, leaned back down over his lover, his erection eagerly pointing toward its destination. Scooping his hands underneath her butt, Sam lightly pressed his lips to Chloe’s, guiding his thick tip to her glistening slit. Grasping her firm cheeks tight, he eased his covered head between her puffed lips, slowly filling her snug passage. 

Sam took a moment to catch his breath as his cock nestled happily between Chloe’s snug walls. He kissed her slowly, letting her get used to his presence deep within her beautiful body. He ran his thumb over her smooth cheek, pecking her throat and then her collarbone as he adjusted his position over her, cautiously pulling his hips back. Breathing softly against her neck, Sam aligned his hips with Chloe’s again and eased his length back inside of her. “Chloe” He groaned at the delightful sensation of her core hugging him tight. If it were even possible, she felt tighter than she did the very first time he entered her. Pushing his rigid shaft back and forth between her soft, pinks folds, Sam gazed deeply into Chloe’s eyes. He felt an intense connection to her, like he hadn’t felt with anyone before. He wondered if she felt the same, but he was too invested in the intimacy of the moment to ask.   

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

Justin greeted Tristan’s words with an overjoyed laugh, completely tickled that this man would say such a thing. It was sweet. Endearing even. “Thank you. As much as I like to think of myself as the dirty secret type, it’s refreshing to hear those words from you.” There was a sort of innocent to him and Justin was unsure if it was simply him hoping to peel back a layer to take a peek underneath to see what this man was really about, or if he was as he came across. Either way, Justin was captivated.

“This is quaint.” he said after he took the menu from the woman and eyed it, holding onto it with one hand and relaxing comfortably in the booth. When it came to Justin he was at ease just about anywhere. People marveled at his relaxed nature but after he reached a certain age he realized that it was all about how he viewed the world and if he kept it at a calm setting, then he was happy as can be. “What do you tend to order here?” he asked, setting the menu down. Justin looked over Tristan’s clothing while he waited for the answer. Blue and black were definitely present in this current ensemble. He wondered how he’d look with a pop of red or orange even. Anything to bring out that nice brown in his eyes. “Do you work the weekends, Tristan?” he asked, “I want to try some color schemes and I have an opening Sunday in the afternoon if you’re interested.”

Tristan looked around the little diner before focusing back on Justin. “One of the reasons I like coming here is because it never really gets too crowded. I can eat my lunch in peace without people coming up to me to question me about the mayor. Tristan looked at the menu to see what he wanted, but in reality, he was just looking to calm his nerves. He knows that menu like the back of his hands, and he always ends up ordering the same thing. “Um, I’ll probably just get a grill chicken wrap, with a Caesar salad, and some coffee. What looks good for you?” Tristan laid down his menu, and folded his hands, looking up at Justin. “I’m free Sunday. Just give me your address, and I will show up ready to get down to business. And I’ll keep an open mind about things.” Tristan loved his predictable blue and black self, but if Justin was willing to help him make his clothe choices a bit more colorful, then he was going to go with it. It may prove to be a very successful make over.

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

“Okay. But listen,” he said as he leaned onto the front of the cart; elbows and forearms rested much too comfortable on the bar; almost as if he were just hanging out at some picnic table and not the middle of a hectic grocery story, “the truth is all I can make is simple thing. Canned soup. Sandwiches. That’s what I’ve done for the most part with my nieces. Who are both five so they’re happy with goldfish crackers in their tomato soup. Not exactly gourmet cooking. Yet here I am. And now I have a beautiful woman helping me out and willing to call poison control if this goes belly up,” he laughed after he realized he drowned her with his ramble. “You can say that’s the one good thing to come from this. Me bumping into you and asking you out because there’s no way in hell I’m missing out on that.” Ryan was running on fumes and felt like a zombie at this point. He usually tried to use his charm and suave nature to woo a girl but she was one step ahead of him and he found that sexy. A woman who knew what she wanted. That was hot. 

Kristina giggled at Sam’s ramble. “I am sure you aren’t given yourself enough credit. This meal will be a piece of cake, and I bet next year, you will be a pro.” Kristina raised her eyebrow at Sam’s flirting. “Well I honestly don’t know if that’s a good thing because technically, you still didn’t ask me out. But I’ll chalked that up to nerves. “So what are you doing next weekend?” Kristina wasn’t always this bold, but something about Ryan really made her feel comfortable around him. He seemed like a harmless guy, and he was  very handsome, a great combo in Kristina’s book.

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

Blaine’s forearms dug into his knees, happy he wore his comfortable slacks instead of jeans; because that would have irritated his sensitive skin after awhile. His eyes were on the concrete step in front of him, noticing the glints of crushed stone which the overhead street light shone on. His dark eyebrows were glued together all while he tried to keep himself from allowing his sadness to fully sink in. This was pain. Real pain. The type of pain he thought he would never go through again with Kurt and Blaine’s eyes stung as if he were in the middle of a sandstorm. His lips pressed together and he licked them a few times while lost in his devastation.

He noticed a pair if sneakers stand in front of him and Blaine didn’t have to look up to know they belonged to his best friend. When he looked up, a halo of light surrounded Sam’s head and it gave off that angelic look that practically showed off the type of person his friend was, and Blaine sighed. He couldn’t plaster a fake smile for Sam. He couldn’t really fake anything with him without being called out on it immediatly. “We’re in the middle of a fight. Or a break up.” He knew what it was but to accept it was an entirely different story.

“A break up?” Sam wasn’t sure he was hearing right. He knew how the two were basically soul-mates and after everything they went through, he just knew they could make it through anything. But the look of despair on his friend’s face, told him all he needed to know. Sam sat down next to Blaine and rested his hand on the middle of his back, patting it softly. “What happened? You guys are engaged and were getting ready to start your lives together. Are you getting cold feet or something?”

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

When Sam looked away from his arm, Noah lowered the sleeve and tugged on the stretched out fabric. It was old, something of David’s and he refused to wash it because it would get rid of his brother’s scent. A scent that was long gone but Noah convinced himself it was still there. He kept himself closed off, arms crossed and knees to his chest, as he looked at Sam’s sketches. He knew of his talents, because he saw them earlier in the day, but to see something like this; possible work that may never be placed for sale or for other’s to look at, was intimate and special. Much like the tattoo on his wrist. Noah look at the girl and nodded. “If not that is there any design you would get? You’ve got the upper hand because you can draw exactly what you want. All you have to do is find an artist who can recreate it.” Noah said quietly. “Not right now. That may change later but my brother’s name enough for now.” 

Sam thought about Noah’s question for a long while before answering. He hadn’t really thought about tattoos because he knew how his parent’s were/ “If I was to get a tattoo, and it not be any of these sketches, I would probably get a small symbol that means a lot to me and put it somewhere where no one can find it, but me. Like maybe a phrase, from star wars, or something in Na’vi, or maybe the Darth Vadar helmet, something like that.” Sam was sure that if Noah didn’t think he was a nerd before, he knew now. “Dd it hurt? I heard depending on certain spots on your body, it can be very painful.”

[tayandjess1x1s]

stories-with-tay:

When it came to Blaine Anderson, he was a level-headed guy. Sure there were the stray things that’d get to him every once in awhile. He was human after all, but he did try to be rational. With that rationality he could remain perspective and try to see the world from different standpoints. This served him perfectly up until a few hours ago when he and Kurt had a talk about their relationship. The conversation was one he sense was on the horizon. Blaine thought if he was more attentive and supportive that whatever felt off between them would disappear. It didn’t matter how much he hoped and prayed because when Kurt sat him down in the living room, Rachel gone for the afternoon, he laid out the facts. They wanted different things in life and as much as he loved his devotion and support it wouldn’t be possible to continue their relationship. Blaine thought he took it well. He kept quiet and allowed his fiance. Excuse me, ex-fiance, to explain how things would be. There was the offer for him to stay and Blaine considered it but after a long walk around Central Park and a trip to one of his favorite restaurants; a place that hadn’t seen his business for months, Blaine decided he couldn’t stay. 

He went back to the apartment and chose to sit outside, unable to muster the courage to enter. That courage he valued in himself felt as if it took a huge blow and Blaine wanted to go upstairs and tell Kurt that that wasn’t how things were supposed to play out for them. They went through far too much to make their relationship work. He even moved to another state for him for crying out loud. All this things to boost his inner strength fell flat and he remained on that ground. Maybe somebody will come along and put him out of his impending misery. That’d be swell right about now.

Being in New York was a constant reminder that he was not a small town boy anymore, no matter how much he wished he was. He didn’t like New York. Everyone was always in a rush to get somewhere even if they had no where to go. People were rude all the time as if they got a bonus for every rude thing they say. The streets and side walk was littered in garbage, and the walls covered in graffiti. If it wasn’t for his friends, he probably would have high-tailed it back to Lima a long time ago. 

Now a year later and his is back to being miserable in the city that never sleeps. He could bear it before because he was sharing an apartment with Blaine and Mercedes. His and Mercedes relationship was a great distraction and it was fun and Sam was happy to be with her. But of course, she is on her way to being a mega star and Sam knew that their relationship at some kind of expiration date. Not that he wanted it to. And then there was Blaine who was living with them and although they were both busy, Blaine still would spend time with him and made living in the city worth it. The same thing with Arty and Rachel.

But now, everything is different. Mercedes left and like he expected, they broke it off. It was for the best. He didn’t want to hold her back from the greatness she was destined to become. With Artie busy with art school, and Rachel busy being Rachel, all that left was Blaine. He would have still stayed, but Blaine moved back with Kurt and he knew soon, they would get married and there was basically no room for him. Why would he want to hang out with an engaged couple anyway? Sam continued walking around the city aimless pondering if he should just call his agent and tell him that he was moving back to Lima, when he saw his friend sitting on the steps. “Hey Blaine, what’s with the face? I figured you and Kurt would be holed up in your apartment for at least six months.” He joked hoping to put a smile on his friend’s face.

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Noah’s averted Sam’s gaze and he looked towards a corner of the room. Old office furniture laid against the wall and there were nights he wondered why it was in this room and not in the smaller ones as this must have been a conference room at some point. Unless they stored all of the desks in here to make it a massive work room. This was from a time before his birth and none of these questions would ever have answers. He could, however, answer Sam’s. “I do.” He said. He shrugged his jacket off and went to roll up the sleeve of his sweater. It was chilly in this room and as soon as he worked on the sleeve he could feel the temperature difference. He didn’t have to go far and as soon as his forearm was revealed it showed the name, ‘David’ on it. “My brother’s name.” he said simply, giving Sam enough time to look at it.

Sam looked at the tattoo and took in the design and detail. Sam loved everything art related and that included tattoos. He thought tattoo artist were very confident brave people to be able to ink someone’s skin. “I wanted a tattoo, but I know my parents would freak if I got one. But sometimes I draw sketched of what I would want to put on my skin. A sibling’s name is smart.” Sam wanted to ask if his brother was still alive, but he didn’t want to make Noah uncomfortable. So he pulled out a note pad that he kept in his back pockets at all times. “I have some sketches here. Like this dolphin, and I did a blujay.” Sam showed him another one that looked like the girl was crying blood. “This was just something I thought would be cool, and badass... but I don’t think I would ever get that on my skin. Do you want any more tattoos?”

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Ryan, for reasons unknown to him, felt totally fine with letting this hot woman take control of his shopping trip. In fact if she told him to follow her to some dark alleyway he would. Though it’d be weird to do with their grocery carts but hey, that’s where his imagination went. “I like the idea of a miniature you around to help. You won’t be able to taste my food so if you see me collapse after I sample something, then you can at least get a hold of poison control. It’d be one sure fire way to keep me from cooking again.” Ryan chuckled, leaning onto his cart with his forearms, glancing at everything. “I don’t know what a majority of this stuff is. I know it’s edible.” He sighed and looked back at her. “Thanks for this. You didn’t have to spend your time helping me out. I hope nothing in your cart went bad during your second trip around the store. I’ll feel bad if it did.”

Kristina couldn’t help herself but to laugh at Ryan’s dramatics. “I for one think you should have more confidence in your ability to cook. I honestly don’t think anyone would put you in charge of cooking if they didn’t think you would put your best efforts to make an edible meal, but yes, I will definitely be on standby to call poison control if that is what you wish.”  Kristina shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure nothing went bad. It was only an extra hour or so helping you. Not too long. But you’re welcome, and if you really want to thank me, You could ask me out on a date.” She said with a coy smile on her face.

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When it came to Sam, he always treated her body like a treasure. He touched and cherished, something that not many people ever did with her. Chloe considered that this was how he was with the people he did sleep with; yet her inner voice combated this. It said this was reserved for her and that alone made what he did right now that much more attractive. The delicious combination of his mouth and fingers brought Chloe’s hands to move to the the pillow below her head. Her hands gripped either sides of it and she rolled back. Her low sounds were trapped behind closed lips because she didn’t want the rest of the house to know what they were up to. 

The way he sucked and teased her nipple fueled the young woman, each flick of his tongue sending more and more pleasurable jolts to her center; heating it up nice and hot. And the pressure of his fingers inside, when he lingered and curled them enough in search of her spot…that felt like absolute heaven for her. Chloe’s lower lip slipped between her teeth and she breathed heavily out of her nose. The softest noises came from her, low enough for him to hear. Her legs move up and Chloe’s heels dug into the mattress as her thighs widened to give Sam better access to her. When she managed to look down, all she could see was the top of his head, beckoning her hand to move down to comb through his thick strands. This was so sweet and slow and she wanted to do the same for him; to show Sam she loved each and every inch of his body. 

Maybe in a little while…

It was a sinful treat to watch Chloe beautiful body respond with desire against his movements. The brunette’s lustful moans caressing the blonde’s ears, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge. Sam ran his other hand over Chloe’s flat stomach, absorbing the delicious swell of heat from her skin. He softly kissed her inner thigh, closer to her glistening folds, his fingertips lightly inching up along the invisible line between her heaving breasts. As his calloused palm cupped one of her warm breasts, Sam wriggled his tongue against Chloe’s swollen clit, his cock pulsating as he worked his finger inside her hot cunt. A delighted grin tugged at his lips as her arousal drenched his thrusting finger and her tight walls squeezed around it. His eyes closed for a moment under savoring her taste and smell  once more, he bent his neck, hovering his mouth over her clit. "Then this should feel pretty great,“ He breathed against her slick button, wrapping his tongue around it, teasing it, while he sunk his finger deeper inside her wet heat. Encouraged by her desirous moans, Sam continued fingering her snug snatch a little faster, so aroused, he thought he would come right then and there. He wanted nothing more than to make Chloe cum, bathing his tongue with her sweetness.

The more Chloe quivered underneath the soft press of his fingers, the longer Sam continued to worship her body with tender kisses, licks, and touches. He felt that a sweet girl like Chloe deserved to be treated with absolute affection. Sam wanted to cater to her most intimate whims. Gently caressing her breasts as they swelled underneath his squeezing palm, Sam sucked firmly on her slick clit, ardently wriggling his tongue to keep her in a state of incoherence. He had a good idea of how to send her over the edge. Slowly withdrawing his finger from her glistening sex, he quickly pressed two digits together and stroked her soaked lips, generously coating them with her wet arousal before easing them back inside of her tight core.  Sam released her supple breasts, brushing his fingers down her smooth torso. Wrapping his unoccupied hand around her hip, he thrust his dripping fingers vigorously inside her, determined to bring her to climax. “Let go, Chloe…” He urged, lightly dragging his tongue up the underside of her sensitive bud.