#muse: Trav

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they trip and fell over. yep.

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BIRTHDAY BOY | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I've been swamped with homeworks so I missed Travis's birthday but an ânon asked me to write something about it still. Hope you enjoy it 🥰 Thanks for all the love recently, like and reblog it really helps 🙏🏼

Warning: smut (18+) unprotected sex, teasing and slight choking.

Words : 1,853 (not proofread)

Pairing : Travis Kelce x Reader

anon : Hiii. love your writing. I know Travis’s birthday was a couple of days ago but do you think you could write something along the line of reader throwing him a bday party, maybe a happy ending, if you know what I mean.

BIRTHDAY BOY | TRAVIS KELCE

‘’Baby, you have to start getting dressed or we are going to be late’’ you said as you looked at yourself in the mirror, putting your golden earrings on. 

You had organized a party for Travis’s birthday. All his friends, teammates and family were invited to celebrate with you both. You had rented a beautiful fancy restaurant with an outside patio for the occasion. Kylie had helped with everything, and you couldn’t wait to show your boyfriend what you had planned for him. 

‘’I know it’s for my birthday’’ he said approaching you ‘’but do we really have to go?’’ he continued while circling your waist with his strong arms, resting his head on your shoulder. ‘’I literally have everything I need right here’’ he smiled at you in the mirror.

You smiled at him fondly, ‘’I worked too hard for us not to go, plus you’re the star tonight, the main event.’’ You answered back, turning around in his arms lacing your hands around his neck.

‘’Well… what about we skip the main event and go straight to the after party?’’ he asked teasingly as he peppered some kisses from your shoulder to your neck. You closed your eyes for a second, enjoying the moment.

‘’It sounds very tempting… but no’’ ‘’Oh come on baby I just wan…’’ you pushed him away cutting him off mid-sentence.

‘’Trav, go get ready’’ you said laughing before turning back around to finish putting on your makeup. 

‘’Alright now’’ he said smirking before slapping your ass, making his way to his walk-in closet.

-

The night was alive with laughter and music, the room filled with people and the patio illuminated by twinkling fairy lights. It was a celebration, a party you had meticulously planned for your tall, handsome boyfriend's birthday. 

As you watched him mingling with friends and family, a warm glow of satisfaction settled in your chest. Approaching him with a smile, you couldn't resist a playful tease. "So, what do you think of your birthday bash, huh?"

He turned to you, his eyes sparkling. "This is incredible, baby. You've truly outdone yourself."

You grinned, your heart swelling. "Well, you deserve nothing less, birthday boy."

He leaned in, his voice low and intimate. "You always know how to make me feel special."

You couldn't help but reach out, gently tracing your fingers along his arm. "Only because you are special."

As the night continued, your playful banter and shared laughter echoed through the room. Your fingers brushed in secret conversations, a language of love that only both of you understood.

Later, as the clock approached midnight, you led him to a quiet corner of the garden, away from the revelry.

"You know," he mused, a playful glint in his eyes, "I can't help but wonder what other surprises you have in store for me."

You chuckled, a hint of mystery in your voice. "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender but passionate kiss. "I'm looking forward to it. But I have to tell you, I’m getting impatient for that after party’’ you laughed before hitting his chest lightly. You stayed outside for a little bit, talking and stealing kisses before joining the other guests inside. 

While chatting with friends, his eyes locked onto yours with a magnetic pull. You glided into his arms, feeling the heat radiating from his body, igniting a fire within you that refused to be ignored. Travis always had that ability to make you giddy in the knees even after all those years together. The night was still alive, but the drinks that you had ingested were making you feel even more needy for your boyfriend than ever. 

‘’Care to join me on the dancefloor?’’ you purred, your voice a sultry caress meant for him alone as one of your favorite songs started to play. 

He accepted with a coy smile, your fingers intertwining with a promise that spoke volumes. The closeness was electrifying, a charged connection that left no room for ambiguity.

As the music ebbs away, Travis leaned in, his breath mingling with yours, the air thick with unspoken longing. "Are you drunk, my love?’’ he asked with a hint of humour in his voice.

Your eyes lock onto his, a wicked gleam dancing in your gaze. ‘’Maybe just a little tipsy’’ you chuckled. 

In the dim light, his hand found yours, fingers tracing patterns of promise along your skin. The night stretched on, the world falling away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared desires. 

‘’As much as I love what you pulled for me, how about we get out of here?’’ Travis asked, his voice a low, velvet invitation. You locked eyes before nodding rapidly. You didn’t even have time to say your goodbyes before your boyfriend practically dragged you out to the car. He opened the door for you and jogged to his side of the vehicle before getting in. The second he closed the door he turned around grabbing you by the neck as he enveloped your mouth with his. The kiss was bold and gentle at the same time, and you could feel all the love you guys had for each other. 

You licked his lower lip, asking for entrance before your tongues hungrily battled one another. You let out a muffled moan as he placed his left hand on your upper thigh, close to your aching core. He detached himself from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he breathed through his nostrils.

‘’We should get home before a paparazzi snaps a pic of me fucking my girl out in public.’’ He said making you giggle. ‘’I wouldn’t be opposed to that’’ you joked sending him a wink as he put his keys in the ignition. 

‘’Don’t… you know damn well I’d take you in the backseat right now if you asked me’’ he warned you with a smirk. 

-

The moment you stepped into the house, Travis had you pinned against the wall, his head buried into your neck, attacking your skin with open mouth kisses. You couldn’t contain your moans as his hands squeezed your breasts. 

Your nails gently stroked his scalp as he hummed in satisfaction. You could feel your arousal through your panties as he tapped your thighs signaling you to jump into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands landed on your ass supporting you as he moved you up the stairs towards your bedroom.

 Once near the bed he put you down before pulling your dress down carefully not to shred it into pieces. That’s all he wanted to do but he knew you would be pissed if he ruined your new gown. As the fabric fell smoothly on the ground, Travis sighed and shook his head, licking his swollen lips.

‘’No panties huh?’’ he semi-asked with a devilish smile, his eyes raking every millimetre of your body before he spun you around, your hands landing on the mattress. ‘’Naughty’’ he slapped your ass cheek making you gasp in surprise, your thighs involuntary clenching together.

His fingertips brushed against the newly exposed skin making you squirm before pushing your ass to meet his hard bulge. Your core was throbbing with need, and you could already feel your wetness almost dripping down your legs in anticipation. Tilting your head to the side, you could barely see Travis, but you knew he was focused on your every move. ‘’Please baby’’ you whined as he smirked.

‘Impatient much, my love?’’ he said dragging one of his hands towards your wet folds, teasing you slightly. You moaned and tried to push your hips against his fingers to get more friction, but he moved away.

‘’So you get to tease me all day, but I can’t? That doesn’t seem fair… especially since it’s my birthday’’ he stated before getting rid of the rest of his clothes quickly. Images of him fucking you senseless were clouding your mind leaving you with no words to respond. 

‘’Well, you’re lucky I can’t wait anymore’’ he said, teasing your entrance with his swollen cock before slamming into you with a force that made you stop breathing. You gasped, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you could feel his tip hitting your cervix at a rapid pace. 

‘’Oh fuck’’ you let out, your voice above a whisper. ‘’Look at you, always so needy for me huh?’’His fingers found your needy core again, circling your clit making you squirm, feeling your stomach coil tighter with every second. You wish you could have disagreed, but you knew that he was right, he had that effect on you. 

He pressed you closer with his hand, groaning lowly as he felt your walls tighten around him. He took in your every move, staring, chest rising and falling rapidly as you moan loudly for him. He yanked your makeshift ponytail back, bringing your back to hit against his toned chest. You screamed loudly at the new position, his member hitting you even deeper than it was before. 

He growled in your ear as his hand found your neck, choking you slightly just like he knew you liked it. You were positive that you felt every possible sensation in that exact moment. Travis was fucking you so good, hitting all the right spots and making you see stars with every thrust.

‘’Are you going to come for me baby?’’ he asked, and you nodded eagerly, unable to let out anything other than breathy moans. You felt yourself tightening around his cock, right before letting go. Your pleasure coursed through your body, filling you from head to toe. 

Travis pounded into you, still fucking you through your orgasm, as he came closer to his release. You felt his thrusts getting sloppier, wanting to help him finish, you clenched around him multiple times and that’s all it took for him to grunt and spill his loads into you, squeezing your throat one last time before letting you go. You both took a moment to catch your breath as you laid down on your bed, Travis going to the adjacent bathroom to retrieve a warm towel before coming back to clean you up. You looked at him in adoration as he took the cloth and ran it across your still sensitive area.

‘’Do you know how perfect you are?’’ you said before he looked up to meet your tired eyes. He smiled fondly at you before throwing the towel in the hamper and joining you on the bed, pulling you close so your head could lay on his chest.

‘’I’m the one who should tell you that baby. You’re amazing, thank you for everything you do.’’ he said as your eyes stared at his before pecking you on the lips as his fingers danced on your naked back. 

‘’I love you, birthday boy.’’ You stated, wrapping your arms around his waist as you hugged him closer to your body.

‘’I love you too baby’’

Taglist : @kkrenae @spencerreidisbootiful @nabiiturner @ilove-tswizzle @legit9thlunaticwarrior @evernova @kelcemenow @bellstwd @my-regrets @green-lxght

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poisoned mercury | smau: the boys visit unc!

a/n: you will literally have to rip poisoned mercury out of my cold dead hands. im not leaving them behind.

poisoned mercury smau masterlist | series masterlist

yns_privateacc: the boys are in town… let the chaos ensue

notluke: not you exposing my cards to the world 😕

notluke: now they know what i have

tswizzle_: i promise u nobody was choosing ur cards bro u are NOT funny

notluke: your mom thinks im funny

yns_privateacc: notluke boo YOU STINK. make better jokes!!!

notluke: yns_privateacc :(

lena_b: i still have that bruise from when connor shoved me

cstoll: there was a car coming?!? i saved your life????

charliebeck: i dont go out with you guys ONE TIME and you’re walking in the middle of the road? smh

lena_b: charliebeck sorry babe

tagged chr1sr0d, notluke, and charliebeck.

clarisselalala: the way the bfs act like my and yns_privateacc’s room is theirs 🙄

chr1sr0d: your bed is comfy

chr1sr0d: gonna stay here forever

clarisselalala: that can be arranged

yns_privateacc: uhh no? i don’t wanna be permanently sexiled thank u

notluke: yns_privateacc you can sleep in my bed 👀

tswizzle_: get a room notluke yns_privateacc

yns_privateacc: can’t bc clar and chris STOLE IT

lena_b: your room is the party room 🤷🏽‍♀️

liked by charliebeck.

clarisselalala posted a story!

the lovebirds 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

tagged notluke and yns_privateacc.

yns_privateacc replied to this story:

yns_privateacc: this is so cute send me this pls

liked by clarisselalala.

cstoll replied to this story:

cstoll: yuck

cstoll: (god are you there when is it my turn?)

clarisselalala: WOMP WOMP

tswizzle_ replied to this story:

tswizzle_: mom and dad fr

clarisselalala: i thought me and chris were mom and dad? 🤨

tswizzle_: given that i come from a broken home i think im deserving of two sets of parents

clarisselalala: oh that’s not—

notluke posted a story!

fearing for my life in the backseat. yns_privateacc CANNOT drive.

yns_privateacc replied to this story:

yns_privateacc: so walk

notluke: im just kidding baby pls

notluke: its a joke

notluke: gimme a kiss

yns_privateacc: we’re literally in the same car right now 😭😭😭

notluke: exactly so gimme a kiss

notluke: at the next stop light tho u need to keep your eyes on the road

yns_privateacc: 😐

lena_b posted a story!

new ick unlocked: watching our bfs ride bikes

tagged yns_privateacc and clarisselalala.

charliebeck replied to this story:

charliebeck: HOW IS THIS AN ICK

charliebeck: HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO RIDE BIKES

lena_b: why are you as a man riding a bike

charliebeck: BECAUSE YOU ASKED TO GO ON A TRIPLE BIKE RIDING DATE?

notluke replied to this story:

notluke: DELETE THSI???

notluke: LENA WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THAT FROM THE BAXK

notluke: is this how people perceive me

lena_b: yes

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chr1sr0d replied to this story:

chr1sr0d: why do i look so tiny

chr1sr0d: tell charlie to send his workout routine asap

lena_b: chris, charlie is a d1 football player.

chr1sr0d: anything is possible if you believe

chr1sr0d: i mean i pulled clarisse so 🤷🏽‍♂️

lena_b: YEAAAAHHHH YOU DID

tagged yns_privateacc.

notluke: my muse. my five star.

yns_privateacc: i love you pretty boy

yns_privateacc: come back soon

notluke: i love you baby

tswizzle_: AWWW SHUCKS

tswizzle_: “i love you” ????? MY BOY FINALLY SAID IT

notluke: i wasn’t gonna tell her i love her for the first time over the phone trav 😭

cstoll: finally you’ll stop freaking out over how to tell her you love her

cstoll: yns_privateacc bro was STRESSIN

notluke: CHILL?!!!??

lena_b: SHUT YP THIS IS SO CUTE

liked by notluke.

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“whatever she wants” for trav!!

Whatever She Wants

Triggers: None

Notes: Thank you so much for the request ❤️💛

You pushed your oversized sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, wiggling your toes that were dipped into the warm, blue water of the resort pool. After a year of planning, you and Travis were finally married and on your honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora. All the small details of your wedding had come together last minute, mostly thanks to your wonderful in-laws and wedding planner. And really, all that mattered to you was that you were officially Mrs. Kelce. Every time someone would refer to you as that, you swore you could feel small butterflies swim around in the pit of your stomach. It had taken five years to get to this point, and even though the road was long and winding, you wouldn't change a thing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt cool, wet hands press against your thighs, and a small gasp left you. Looking down, you saw your husband below you in the pool with a smug grin painted across his lips. "Trav!" you laughed, playfully trying to shove his hands off your warm legs.

"Baby, you're too warm! You need to get into the water and cool off!"

Shaking your head, you pushed your nose into the air. "No, the water's cold," you teased, kicking your legs back and forth, splashing water up onto Trav's chest. He snatched your legs in his palms, wrapping them around his back just below his arms.

"It's over 100 degrees out, Y/N. You already know the water is absolutely not cold," he snickered, tugging against your legs to try and get you to come into the pool with him. You opened your mouth to attempt to argue with him, but before you could get a word out, Trav's hands pressed against your waist as he lifted you into the air. Before you knew it, your entire body was plunged under the water. When you came up for air, one arm wrapped around Travis' shoulders while your other hand removed your sunglasses. "Told ya, water's not cold," he mused, giving your cheek a small kiss.

The next hour, you appeased your husband by hanging out with him in the pool. And as much as you enjoyed sunbathing, you couldn't deny that the water felt refreshing against your hot skin. Plus, being right next to Travis was exactly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long before he was back at practice and he had to split his time between you and football.

You were lying across one of the lounge chairs, letting the scorching sun dry the water droplets off your skin when one of the pool attendants appeared in front of you and Travis. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she questioned, offering both of you a warm smile.

"Whatever she wants," Travis replied, looking over at you with complete love and adoration in his eyes.

With a small giggle, you ordered yourself a drink and then Trav gave her his order. You swung your legs over the lounger and moved over to sit on his lap. "I love you, babe. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"I should be thanking you, baby. You saw me for who I am, not what I am. I'm the luckiest man to get to call you my wife."

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Taglist: @kelcemenow @hearts4papayas @keiva1000

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

TW: angst, uncomfortable situations, bdsm content, fire, blood

“What in God’s fucking name are you doing?” You ask yourself as you dig out the silky dress and golden bangles to wear tonight on this BDSM safari date. 

In theory, you know you absolutely cannot be Julian’s submissive. After a lot of googling, and a lot of video watching, the conclusion is that your smart, mindless mouth will have you bruised and crying more often than cumming, which sounds unpleasant (something you and your vagina can both agree on). It's not that the thought of his big hands swatting your rear as you lay over his broad lap is unappealing. In fact, you like that vision a lot. It’s the fact that he wants to do much more than spank you. Maybe that’s why he likes you, you realize, because you’re so bad at listening that he won’t need much of an excuse to fuck you up. 

Yeah, great thought to have before a date.

Your phone rings, and you’re not surprised anymore when you see Tom’s number pop up. He’s been calling almost twice a day now, that desperate ring cutting through your daily life so often that you have to keep the tone on silent most of the time. 

You suppose this is just his way of making sure you don’t forget about him while you’re taking back roads and long detours home to avoid his face. Ludlow scares you, but not in a way that Julian’s Mr. Hyde does. No, Tom’s fear factor is that you can’t go two seconds without thinking about him. 

The silky dress sits very nicely on your soft body, hugs and fans and dips in the right places. You can’t help but admire yourself in the mirror; hell, what’s a little bit of vanity every once in a while between you and your house plants? It’s not often that you feel good about yourself in the way the dress and the hairline bangles cinching your wrists make you feel. Eat your heart out, Julian.

Eat your heart out, Tom.

Julian looks good enough to eat, and you just might do exactly that before this night is over. You’re sure he can at least stay hard while you’re sucking the head of his beautiful cock (even without your arms tied behind your back), or you really hope so. I mean, you’ve never won any awards or anything, but the people pleaser in you has never had complaints, either. 

“You look wonderful.” He hands you a towering potted phalaenopsis orchid with a festoon of blooms so dark purple they’re almost black and leans down to kiss your warming cheek. You feel bad for the plastic wrapped flowers, so you ask him to come upstairs for a minute so you can settle them in their new home. 

“Wow, you love plants,” he muses, fingers playing at the waxy tip of your flourishing Queen of the Night cactus in the window.

“Well, I can’t have a cat or a lizard or snake or dog, so.” You give a tiny shrug, clipping off stems into the sink. 

“Snake?” He asks, leaning against the counter and watching you work. 

“Yeah, like a Ball Python or a Corn Snake.” 

“You just keep getting more fascinating, y/n.” You have your back turned, but can still feel his weighty stare, and it makes your skin crackle and pill, distracts you from the task at hand, causing the slippery scissors to veer and slice into your palm, glassy beads of blood forming at the base of the cut immediately.

“Shit,” you say, grabbing a towel from the counter and pressing it into the wound. 

Julian comes to your aid, a knight in shining armor ready to slay those dastardly scissors as he plucks them from you and tosses them onto the opposite counter. “Oh, darling.” He takes your sliced hand, uncovers it, blood immediately pooling into the basin of your palm and dribbling over the spillway of your wrist onto the kitchen tile. 

“Julian, it’s fine,” you tell him, trying to pull back half heartedly. 

“Wait.” The command of his tone makes your heart squeeze out a couple extra rivulets of blood for the floor. Black eyes travel up from your hand to your own, and you honestly have no idea why he is suddenly in this hellish mood again, but fuck, it really does do things for you that you can’t mention in chaste company 

“The floor is getting bloody.” You shift—more like squirm—under his shadow.

“What a waste. May I?” His eyes can’t decide what they want to look at—your crimson stained palm or equally if not more bloody face—and you forget that he asked a question as they hood and darken. 

He tugs you forward a tiny step, then kisses your fingertips, pokes his tongue out to lick at the sensitive skin there. “Y/n?” He murmurs against your pointer, inquisitive and, what? Hungry? Is that what you’re getting from him? 

“Huh?” 

“Can I taste you?” His lips tickle down your fingers, peck the top of your palm. 

Well, at least he’s not whipping your feet. “Yeah.” 

He presses the flat of his tongue against the fresh, oozing cut and licks a long stripe through the carnage. You have to grab onto him because your knees buckle and your vision swims black, but he’s got you anyway, arm wrapped around your waist, holding you up like you’re not made of heavy bone and fat and meat, protecting your pretty dress from that bloody floor. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, full Dr. Mercer mode again, lips still stained dark red, acting as if he didn’t just transform into a creature of the night before your very eyes. Your head and cunt throb in a strange, floaty numb tandem as you surface from the haze. 

You’re a nurse. You see blood all the time, get covered in it, have to scrub it out of your hair and from under your nails and use special laundry soap on your scrubs to avoid having to buy new ones every other day. That’s why you’re so confused as to why you almost passed out at the sight of Julian licking it off your palm in one of the most erotic displays you’ve ever witnessed in your measly life. 

Again? Asks your damp cunt. 

Hush, you admonish, ushering her back into her little broom closet chastity prison. 

“I’m fine.” You wonder why it took moving to LA to realize what a shit liar you are. And then, because you can’t really help asking with a giggle: “Are you a vampire?” 

He chuckles, fails in licking the settling red hue off his lips, and then guides you to sit on your sofa with the towel pressed against your palm. He gets you a cool rag from your bathroom, and presses it to your forehead. “Hold that there for me,” he instructs. “Where’s your first aid kit?” 

“Under the sink,” you thumb behind you. “But I’m fine, Julian.” 

He plucks a tiny kiss on your wrist. “You know, lying to me is bad for you.”

“Oh?” Your vagina asks, “and why is that, Doctor?” 

Julian is too easy. Sure, he prefers to have the upper hand, but as soon as you challenge him, he’s almost squirming with excitement. You wonder if you could make Tom squirm like that, see all the tough masculinity turn soft and peach pink with a well placed, “cuff me, Officer Ludlow.” 

“Because lying is naughty, and do you know what happens to naughty girls?” He leans in as if to kiss you. 

You lean right back, mouth open to taste your own thick residual copper on his sharp tongue, and sincerely hope the answer is they get fucked until they can’t walk. “Enlighten me?”

He boops your nose. “They don’t get kisses. Now, stay here.” 

You glare daggers at his cute butt as he makes to golden retrieve your first aid kit. 

“Thank you, Doctor.” Fuck me, Doctor. You bat your eyelashes at him while he cleans up your cut. It’s big, but surface level, warranting a tight wrap and no steri strips. 

You boldly brush the fallen, velvet hair from his eyes to see that toothy, knowing smile a little better.

“My pleasure.” 

“So…are you into that? Blood?” You’re not sure how else to word it or If there’s even an actual name for the act of eating blood for pleasure. Vladsexual? Bathory Kink? 

“That and other carnal taboos. I suppose I’m a bit of a roue.” 

“Okay, so what else?” 

“I don’t want to scare you.”  

“Too late, Julian.” You make it sound lighthearted, sugarcoat the truth, but if you’re going to get into this shouldn’t you know more about what he wants? 

“I won’t lie.” He looks at you, presses the finishing slice of tape over your gauze wrap. 

You retrieve your doctored hand to cradle on your ribs and maintain his gaze to the best of your ability. “I know.”

“I enjoy pain play. But that’s an umbrella term.” 

“Like hot wax? Caning?”

“Yes. You’ve done some research.” He seems like he’s thinking hard about how to word something, but there’s probably no eloquent way to put what he’s about to say. “Cutting. Piercing.” 

“What about infection?” 

“Aftercare, honey. You make sure it’s nice and clean. Do you want me to stop talking about this? You look paler again.” He rests his hand over yours. 

“It’s like you switch into someone else when these things.. come up? It scares me a little.”

He nods. “Part of the point would be to make you scared.” 

“That would help you?” 

It looks like he understands what you mean by that, and his face droops a little. Seems you’re both still thinking about that last disappointing date. “Yes.” 

“There are going to be people getting hurt at this club?” 

“Yes.” He cards a hand through his hair and it lays back perfectly where it once was. “There are other parts to it. Parts that are good. I would take responsibility away from you, make sure you eat nutritiously and often, give you a solid routine, pamper and spoil you.”

Why does that part sound worse than the getting cut and pierced bits? The thought of someone controlling your life, what you eat and do, it’s entirely unappealing. Maybe you’re a mess, but you like to be independent and free spirited. Tom was right about you wanting someone on your side, someone to take care of you and go to bat for you, but you’d still like to be on the field when it happens instead of tied up helplessly to the bench. 

You’re not saying anything, so he speaks up after a pause of tense silence. “We don’t have to go.”

“I know,” you say, “let’s leave before it gets too late.” 

***

You’ll be honest. You expected people on leashes scantily covered in leather, big medieval tower guards in hooded black cloaks, heavy metal equipment bolted to the walls and floor, maybe a stage with grandstand seats like in a fucked up little leather circus. 

However, the doors of the club are fairly normal, if not painted blood red. Dark, sultry, heavy bass music welcomes you as you walk inside. Most of the interior is classy, but unexpectedly underwhelming. The inside is carved marble, high ceilinged, low lit, tinged with dark red and purple lights. 

It reads like a vampy career fair. 

Banquet hall open floor, a pop up bar in the corner, booths and alcoves swollen with spectators dressed in bespoke club wear from Versace, Valentino, and Chanel. Some people choose to hide their identities with finely crafted leather masks. Some people chose to flaunt their faces openly, and you’re pretty sure you recognize at least one B level rockstar and maybe an actor from a distance.

The first thing you see as you go further inside is a man trussed in intricate rope, hanging from the ceiling. Not too bad. Actually, fairly tame, all of this. Well, more tame than the internet showed you. Mostly heavy bondage, maybe a nipple clamp thrown in here and there. Julian leads you to a carpeted venue with floor cushion seating in the far left corner and goes to retrieve some liquid courage. 

He hands you a wine glass of rosy, sweet liquor and you gulp it down immediately. 

“Slow down,” he says, squeezing your hand in reassurance. 

Instead of calming you, his bossy words incite annoyance. You’re a grown ass woman who needs alcohol to deal with something he wants you to attend, and you’ll be damned if you’re not going to drink as much numbing potion as you like. 

“I could actually use another one,” you tell him, standing and stretching. “Want some?” You eye his nursed, sipped from glass. 

He surprises you by handing you his credit card instead of arguing.  “No, thank you. Get as much as you like.” 

“Julian, I am not taking your card-“

You’ll never stop being surprised at how fast he can be. He’s so slow, thoughtful, calculated in his work that these sudden, long limbed movements startle you, especially when they bring him right against your body. 

He tucks his Chase back into your extended palm, frames your feet, and wraps a covering hand around your collar. “You are taking it.” 

The double entendre is not lost on you, and it brings that too often ache back into your toes and fingers and clit and every tip of your body, really. 

You want so horribly for his beautiful, cervix kissing cock to be inside you instead of swelling up against your tummy. And, you’ve never been a big fan of PDA, but, when in Venice…

You slip your hand between his hard and your soft, and palm that pretty trapped appendage, using your body to press and grind and get a better understanding of how deliciously he would fill you up.

Your power trip of the night is Julian groaning aloud, then halting this indecency and glaring down at you with a monstrous sneer. Before he can speak, you pipe up, soft and feminine, voice tinted with subtle hedonism. “Yes, Doctor.” 

You grab a mixed glass of vodka cranberry and take two extra shots courtesy of doctor money. Liquid courage. It's gonna be alright. Tell yourself that all you want, though, you still don’t feel completely safe here. Which is ridiculous because it’s an adult space with consenting people. Maybe it’s not your physical health you’re worried about so much, but rather your fragile psyche. 

When you get back with another shot and your mixed drink, the show has already started. You nestle down into the cushion beside Julian, and he scoots closer to press shoulders in what you think is an attempt at reassurance until he starts talking in your ear about the scene unfolding before you. 

“She’s bound to the chair with wool.”

“Wool? Why?”

“Fire resistant.”

Your heart slams faster against your ribcage, hands turn cool and clammy. 

“They have a wool blanket ready in case things go south.”

“Are they going to burn her?”

“Not seriously.”

What in the fuck is that supposed to mean? A burn is a burn, right? Whether first or second or third, it can still have detrimental effects on a person’s health. He’s a damn doctor, shouldn’t his years of medical training raise a hand to why this is potentially life threatening?

Despite the protest of your nervous system, you can’t look away. The man in the scene rubs something on her naked skin, in the middle of her chest, almost down to the hairless mound of her sex. “Isopropyl alcohol,” Julian says. He places his warm hand in the middle of your back like he’s trying to manually start your lungs back up. “Breathe.”

You do, let out a big whoosh of air and then take another in. The man lights a torch. 

“Fire torch,” Julian says, voice leagues deeper. His hand travels down, nuzzles into the small of your back and makes you let out a little noise that you’re grateful he can’t hear over the music and bustle of the club.

He presses the flame to her sternum, and she hisses, flinching away from the heat, from the flint that lingers on her skin. He extinguishes that same mini bonfire with his palm almost instantly, then creates more. The orange flame reflects on the tears of her cheeks, illuminates the fear in her blown pupils. 

Julian rubs little circles into your back, hips, grins when he hears you groan as his thumb slips up the hem of his dress. 

It goes on, and Julian has stopped explaining. Stopped moving those skilled fingers.  You’re confused, so you look over at him, and realize that you have not seen monstrous from this man yet—not until now. His handsome features are pulled in such an expression of raw, primal hunger, all for that woman’s pain.

You’ve seen that look on a man’s face before. It did not end well for you.

It’s that look on his face that gets you up on your feet, and you say in a voice you yourself hardly recognize, “I have to use the restroom.”

Julian looks disappointed, but he nods. When you’re confident that he’s not going to leap up and follow you, you make your way in said direction on shaking legs. However, once you round the corner out of sight, you are making a B-line for the exit, moving so quickly you almost stumble over your own feet, the desperate animal running through the woods, away from the hungry wolf. 

[tylrswfts]

𝓀𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒶𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 | taylor & travis.

whirlwind weeks were nothing new to the blonde, of course, but this one had been a particularly wonderful whirlwind. nearing a week since her album's release and she was still on cloud nine -- floating, freely, with no intent of ever truly coming down as far as she was concerned. it wasn't lost on her that part of what had made this album cycle already so momentous was the muse of two of her most treasured songs on the release and the man who'd taken every curveball that'd been thrown at them in stride. taylor found it hard to imagine that tour would be whisking away her to portugal, and then paris, and then what felt like hundreds of other cities in only a few weeks. it was a thought she didn't think about often, or at least -- she tried not to. but, it was the first thought that snuck into her mind on sleepless nights. it wouldn't change things, of course, but beds would be colder and her heart would ache with an incessant longing. there was no time to fret about that now, though. as the football star had told her so astutely, celebrations were in order -- and like she had said, leave it to kansas city to know how to ring in a big win. she'd found him in the living room of his kansas city abode -- a home that was quickly feeling more like theirs and less like just his -- and snuck up behind him to press a kiss to the warmth of his cheek. "you still haven't really told me what all we're up to this weekend," she whispered coyly, arms wrapping around his neck and dangling loosely against his chest. "i can get down with a good surprise, but i'll be the first to admit that the anticipation is killing me." @killa--trav

[ashtcnirwinx]

another year older, but definitely not wiser 🎉🎈

Everyone is invited to celebrate the joint birthday party for Ashton and Luke. 18+, so no children allowed in the club.

@hxmmngs | @hollywoodfamerp

@hqsteinfeld, @anadarmcs, @yeahchlo, @odessafamex, @blueprintbcnks, @maikeymonroe, @maiamitchel, @addifamed, @hwaddinghamfms, @kathrynlnewton97, @tthompscn, @josiejohnscn, @liivcooke, @famemaxence, @onlyhumcn, @itsawsten, @imsammyclaflin, @prnlls, @xdrewstarkeyx, @chittaphvn, @tylrswfts, @killa--trav, @sudcikis, @famejauregui, @hale-raiser, @srahpaulsons, @aarontaylorjohnscn, @dulipa, @lw-tomlinson, @isabelafame, @huntyfamz, @aridebxse, @akcnishi, @djokccry, @bvckybalboa, @jecnjvngkcok, @kennyjcnners, @zacharyefrons, @eilishbillies @harrykane-hf, @lopez-colby, @sebastianseb, @papipcdro, @famesimone @alycas, @jadethirlwcll, @megvn, @zcndcyas, @cami--morrcne, @kvmnamjoons, @justvanessah, @thequeenbee-gi. @lilyjxmes

tagged one per muse but everyone is invited.

[hfrpfanmail]

This meme will run from 04/29/2024 until 05/06/24 at 11:59pm EST. If you have not signed up for this meme, please do not comment or participate in sending out asks. 

SEND MY MUSE A QUESTION AND THEY CAN ONLY REPLY WITH ONE WORD ANSWERS!

Quick Meme Reminders: 

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You must send out to all those listed below. If you have signed up more than one FC, you are to send out the appropriate amount of asks per mun (i.e. 3 FCs = 3 asks per FC on the list). 

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Hateful anonymous messages or questions will not be tolerated and if we are made aware of this, we will discontinue memes until further notice. Be kind, always. 

BELOW ARE THIS MEME WEEK PARTICIPANTS: 

Hunter Schafer @huntyfamz

Billie Lourd @hqlourd

Joe Burrow @jocburrow

Glen Powell @glenpowcll

Isabela Merced @isabelafame

Shawn Mendes @shawnfame

Natalia Dyer @thatnattyice

Maika Monroe @maikeymonroe

Lucy Hale @hale-raiser

Joe Keery @djokccry

Joseph Quinn @jcsephq

Travis Kelce @killa--trav

Lily James @lilyjxmes

Kelsea Ballerini @kelsxaballerini

Lupita Nyong'o @lupxtanyongo

[9w1ft]

so in the alchemy (with its obvious football words) is she saying that trav will be a far better beard because he’ll be able to parallel the golden muse better than calamity joe or the other guy ever could

[theking-blackheart-muses]

Open to males/NB: (crushes, boyfriends, husbands, fiance's etc..." Plot: Travis is not one to smile and blush easily and your muse could easily make him blush.

"What? I am totally not blushing and I have no clue what you are talking about," Travs replied back with a massive smile on his face. Travis was often serious and it took a lot to make smile and blush. This was rare but, he did not hate the others words at the moment.

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

DAY 24: GROWTH

Beeg vessel sibs~

(not the usual one but it's fine, it just took too long due me not having clear designs! Anyway, Pim (in the middle) belongs to @furgemancs )

[constellationcrowned]

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 24 - Woohoo-ed Up

Becca has officially joined the Hot Girls Only fitness club! Becca went to UBrite on a soccer scholarship, and her body clearly shows she’s quite fit. Too bad she’s feeling a bit out of it today.

Becca: Ugh! I’m just gonna… not right now.

Ophelia: You okay, girl? You seem off.

Becca: I dunno. Maybe I’m still jet lagged?

Summer: From a loading screen? I don’t think so.

Libby: Did you eat at any restaurants while we were in Sulani? Maybe you have food poisoning.

Becca: No, I just ate what Travis and Mark grilled for us, and some açaí bowls for breakfast. I took some medicine but I still feel kind of sick.

Libby: Oh no.

Ophelia: What?

Libby: Do you think the Watcher accidentally clicked Try For Baby?

Becca: What are you talking about?

Summer: Don’t act coy, we heard you two clanking around together in the shower.

Becca: Yeah but… The Watcher wouldn’t be so careless, right? I mean, we even made sure risky woohoo was turned off!

Ophelia: Hey, let’s stay calm, okay? We don’t know for sure what The Watcher clicked. Besides, not every Try For Baby ends in a baby.

Becca: I have to go take a pregnancy test!

Summer: Becca, wait! At least get changed first! That tan looks ridiculous!

Libby: Poor Becca.

Summer: I know. She can kiss those abs goodbye.

Libby: I was more concerned about the potential baby part.

Ophelia: Girls, Travis and Becca are reasonable Sims. Whatever happens, things will be just fine.

It's Ophelia's last night performing at The Blue Velvet Nightclub before she starts working for the Laurents. Her friends come to support her, and even Hector Laurent himself stops by to pay his respects! After all, this job is the reason he discovered her in the first place.

Travis: Hey, listen, we didn't want to make tonight about us, so we're going to tell the others back at the house, but we wanted to tell you before it starts to show... Becca is pregnant.

Ophelia: That's great! Or horrible! Pick whichever is the correct response.

Becca: I know I freaked out at the gym and Trav wasn't much calmer when I told him, but we both want kids anyway. Sure, this wasn't planned, but we've got two steady income sources and we really love each other. We've been planning all day. We're both actually really excited.

Ophelia: Well, I'm happy for you two, and I mean that.

Travis: Thanks. We're happy too. We're looking for a starter home in Willow Creek, so let us know if you hear anything.

Becca: A lot of them were autofilled by MC Command Center. It's a tough market out there right now.

Ophelia can't believe it. One of her best friends is going to be a dad! What a perfect way to end spring. Things can only go up from here!

The Municipal Muses Museum. Once of the first places Ophelia came when she moved to Willow Creek. She remembers looking at this very statue, hoping some day she could... Hey, where did it go? I didn't even see her reach for it this time! She's getting good!

[askthetraveller]

Considering a simple little relationships page, maybe?

If any of your muses have interacted a couple of times or have an extended friendship with Trav, or the kids, leave a note, just so I have a list of sorts.

[kelcemesoftly]

Heartbreak Series: Part 1 [[Like We Used To]] Song Imagine

Series: Heartbreak Series

Summary: How are you handling the breakup? Based on Like We Used To by A Rocket to the Moon

Words: 1291

Triggers: nsfw, i think that's it???

Part 1 of a potential series. Hope y'all enjoy!

My first Trav fanfic.... be gentle pleaseeee. Requests are more than welcome 🥰

I can feel her breath as she's sleeping next to me

Sharing pillows and cold feet

She can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat

Under blankets and warm sheets

“How are you always so cold?!” Travis chuckled, draping his arm across your bare waist as you two laid naked, the only thing covering you both being a feather-like, white sheet. Your eyes met his as you let out a small snicker, a sheepish shrug being mustered up even though exhaustion was plaguing your body. 

“Don’t you like it? You’re the one who specifically stated you’re always too warm,” you mused, arching your brows pointedly as if to prove your point to him. As much as you gave Travis shit for it, him being warm had its perks. He was your personal body heater and you never had to worry about being cold when you were in his presence. Cold hands pressed against his back was always a welcome feeling in his mind, and he’d told you that more than once. 

You shuffled closer to Travis in your shared bed, turning around so that he was the big spoon. He tightened his arms around your body, pressing a loving kiss against the back of your head. It didn’t take long for him to doze off, exhausted from the Monday Night game he had just won. You, on the other hand, took a bit longer to fall into a slumber, though the beat of Travis’ heart eventually lulled you into a deep sleep, knowing that you were safe in your boyfriend’s arms.

If only I could be in that bed again

If only it were me instead of him

Does he watch your favorite movies?

Does he hold you when you cry?

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?

Does he sing to all your music while you dance to Purple Rain?

Does he do all these things like I used to?

What you would give to go back to that time in your life, a mere year ago. It wasn’t as if you didn’t love your new boyfriend, but he wasn’t anything compared to Travis. He was different, in every single way from your ex. Trav was an extrovert, he was an introvert. Trav loved sports, he despised them. Travis’ family was everything to him, he hadn’t spoken to his parents in years. What started out as a welcome change was suddenly becoming a sad realization that you wouldn’t ever have that type of love again in your life.

Trav knew every single movie you had watched, he knew what your favorite TV shows were. He knew that you’d be glued in front of the TV every Wednesday night to catch up on all your missed shows because of the NFL’s hectic schedule. Your new boyfriend didn’t know that he should expect that because he wasn’t nearly as busy as Travis. With him, you could watch the shows as they aired live because there were no football games you attended causing a disruption in your schedule. Secretly, you’d still watch all of Travis’ games, your love and concern for him overpowering your desire to watch your shows.

As you lay next to your new boyfriend, tears filled your eyes at the stark contrast that was now your life. Your new boyfriend turned over, seeing your eyelids red from tears.”What’s wrong?” he asked sleepily, a yawn escaping from his red lips. You shook your head, not wanting to delve into the fact that you were, once again, mourning the loss of your relationship with Travis. 

“Nothing,” you whispered, your voice cracking as you said the word. In reality, everything was wrong. Nodding, your boyfriend turned over, soft snores being heard echoing off the wall. That alone made you turn to face the opposite wall, small sobs raking through your body. It wasn’t as if your boyfriend didn’t care… but he didn’t care in the way Travis would. Trav would have wrapped his arms around you, blinked several times until he came to, and then demanded you to tell him what was wrong, in the most loving way. And you would’ve told him, because he was your best friend. Perhaps that was the hardest part, losing your boyfriend and best friend all in one.

14 months and seven days ago

Oh, I know you know how we felt about that night

Just your skin against the window

Oh, we took it slow and we both know

It should have been me inside that car

It should have been me instead of him in the dark

You had been with Travis not even a month before the first time you slept together. To say it was amazing would be an understatement. He was the sweetest, kindest, most attentive lover you’d ever been with, and that was just the first time. As time went on, it only became more amazing, more magical. And you were convinced that was because of the love that radiated between the two of you, which was evident to everyone in your inner circle. 

The first time you slept with your ex had been a drunken hookup, your attempt to get over Travis. And it worked, for a couple hours. Then your mind went back to your ex, which was precisely what you wanted to avoid. And so began the triad of events, sleeping with your new guy, going home only to call him again a few hours later to try and forget Trav. Eventually, you both decided that since the sex was good, you should try out a relationship. It wasn’t bad, the sex nor the relationship, but it wasn’t the same. It never would be. You knew that, always had. 

For what felt like the millionth time, you slipped out of bed and went into the one bathroom in your rented apartment, locking the door behind you as tears leaked out of your eyes. You were so angry that you let a petty argument with Trav ruin the rest of your life, a life you so wanted with him. You’d never pictured being married until you met Travis, but now that you had, that’s all you saw. And, as sad as it was to say, all your boyfriend was was a nice distraction. 

Your mind wandered over to Travis, curious as to how he was feeling. Was he having the same thoughts? Or did he move on? Have a new girl in his bed? Tell someone else that he loved them? The mere thought alone caused you to become sick, emptying the content of your stomach into the toilet. You fell back onto your ass, desperately reaching for your phone. 

I know, Love (I'm a sucker for that feeling)

Happens all the time, Love (I always end up feeling cheated)

You're on my mind, Love (oh darling, lead her where that leaded)

It happens all the time, Love, yeah

Y/N: Hey… how are you doing?

Trav: Long time no talk! I’m alright, how are you?

You stared at the text for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was less than a minute. In your drunken haze, you clicked on his contact name and pressed Facetime, anxiously awaiting to see if he’d answer. To your surprise, he did. Fuck. What were you going to say? To do? Let him know that you tried to move on but couldn’t? Let him know you watched every single one of his games and still held your breath every time he was tackled? Let him know you watched every video and interview of him? Let him know you thought you saw the heartbroken flickers in his eyes?

“Trav… I miss you.”