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Drive Me Crazy - Chapter 8.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1391
Warnings Some angsty vibes here, but it's going to get better, I swear!
Huge thank you to the Anon who sent this in! They had such amazing words to say about my writing which I massively appreciate and then to top it off, had an incredible request for me! I only have experience with mechanics in the UK, so I’ve tried my best with this one! “I just recently got interested in Travis K. X reader stories and wanted to let you know, I read all of yours as quickly as I could. They are so well done and I couldn’t help but laugh/giggle and feel through each word you typed out. You’re doing amazing and I’m so glad to have stumbled onto your page. If you have any space for a request, I’d be curious about what Trav would think about having a military (like fighter pilot) or engineer or mechanic girlfriend. I see a lot of stories with him paired with models/singers/social media individuals (which are phenomenal!) but just wondering how he would be with a more tomboy like girlfriend!”
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
"Are you sure you're okay?"
You sighed, rolling your eyes, "Travis, I'm fine. I'm just tired."
He stared at you as thoroughly as he could through his phone screen. Faint wrinkles between his eyes deepened as his eyes narrowed. He hummed quietly before laying further back on his bed, his elbows elevating his torso, "Your Dad seemed pretty happy tonight."
You forced a smile, your chest still panging with hurt, "Yeah, thank you for doing all of this, he had a blast."
"And you?"
You paused, a little longer than you should've, "Yeah, it was great."
Luckily, Travis had rolled across the bed to grab the charger for his phone and didn't pick up on your disheartened expression, "I'm still pissed you wouldn't let the team doctor check you over."
"Travis, I really appreciate that you're concerned for me, I am. But honestly, it wasn't necessary."
He sucked his teeth and shook his head, "It's crazy though, there's gotta be a reason you passed out."
You avoided his gaze, adjusting the folds of your bedsheet.
"Anyway baby, I'm tired. I think I'm going to hit the hay, okay?"
Nodding your head gently, you could feel your body yearning to yawn, "Yeah, me too."
"But I'll call you in the morning?"
"Sure."
You watched as his eyes creased into a sweet smile, "G'night, babygirl."
Your stomach fluttered as his left eye quickly closed into a charming wink. It seemed travis had a talent for making you melt, no matter the situation.
"Goodnight, Travis."
The phone display returned to your home screen, a black and white photo of you and your Dad when you were younger. You must have been around 9 or 10 years old and were wearing one of his work t-shirts, splotches of grease and oil covering most of the fabric. He was leaning over the hood of his car and you were stood on a stool in front of him, holding a large tool in your tiny hand. You recognised his battered baseball cap adorning his head as one of your own now, something he gave you when you took on part of his business. 'A good luck charm', he said. Your chest swelled with love before melancholy set in. The opinions of other people had never bothered you in the past, especially the opinions of complete strangers. You had always been confident in yourself and you valued hard work and kindness over appearances. But now here you were, overthinking and distracted by the online comments of people you didn't know.
You laid back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling, shadows forming swirled patterns across the white paint. Taking a few deep breaths, you glanced across to the digital clock on your nightstand before feeling your eyelids droop lower and lower with each breath.
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Music blasted from the small radio you had perched on top of the exposed engine. Your head was buried under the hood, fingers tinkering at greased bolts and pipes as the sounds of the garage were overpowered by Whitney Houston.
"Y/N!" A deep voice yelled out from behind you.
Your body jerked as the noise disturbed your focus. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed Jordan standing 20 yards or so away from you, his eyes avoiding yours.
"Yes?" You said impatiently, without changing your stance, a clear sign that you weren't interested in a lengthy conversation with him.
"I don't know if you're busy or..."
"Yeah, I am."
"Right." Jordan turned away for a second before spinning around and taking a few steps closer to you, "You know, it's just that it's obvious that other people think the same as I do."
You stood up straight, your shoulders tightening, "Excuse me?"
"I just don't think that you and Travis are a good match for each other." His feet were planted on the floor but his knees were twitching, his hands nervously fidgeting in his washed out denim jeans, "And I know I shouldn't have behaved the way I did the other night, but I was just in shock to see him there, you know? He's a pretty big deal, and you...you're just a-"
"Is this supposed to be an apology?"
Jordan sighed, his hands moving up to his temples, "I just think you would be better suited with someone else."
You laid down the spanner that you had been firmly gripping, the clang ringing out through the garage and capturing everyone's attention, "Someone else? Someone else like you, you mean?"
"Y/N, that's not what I'm saying-"
"What are you saying, then?
Jordan's gaze drifted to the floor, "I...I don't really know."
You took a step towards him, "Exactly. You don't know what you're saying. So, let me give you a clue. Who I date is none of your business, Jordan. It is actually none of yours, or anyone else's business."
You could see heads turning in your peripheral, but all that you could feel was the heat quickly rising in your chest and adrenaline speeding through your veins. Jordan stood with his mouth open, as if he was about to speak but even if he wanted to, you were reluctant to give him the chance.
"So, just...stay out of it, okay?" You waved your hand before rushing over to the bathroom, the wooden door slamming shut behind you.
Your shaking hands reached for the white basin, fingers gripping the smooth, cool, porcelain as you looked up into the mirror. You gritted your teeth as you attempted to hold your composure for a few seconds before you crumbled, tears travelling down your cheeks quickly. The clangs of the garage were muffled in the distance behind your occasional sobs, but you ran the tap just in case anyone could hear you.
Your reflection stared back at you, the skin under your eyes shiny from tears. As your breathing slowed and you took back control of your emotions, you grabbed your hair behind your head and tied it back with a small scrunchie that was snug on your wrist. Wiping your face, you inhaled deeply before a gentle knock on the bathroom door made you jump slightly.
"Uhh, there's someone in here." Your emotionally charged voice gurgled.
"It's Dad."
You looked around the small restroom, for nothing in particular, before flushing the toilet, "I'll just...I'll just be a minute." You called out, grabbing a hand towel and desperately dabbing your face.
There was a short moment of silence on the other side of the door as your Dad waited for the sound of rushing water to cease.
"He's gotten under your skin, hasn't he?"
"Jordan? I couldn't care less about what Jordan thinks." You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and brushed down your overalls, "I don't-"
"I meant Travis."
You turned towards the door, your eyebrows furrowed.
"Forgive me for saying this, and I know I don't really know much about your dating life-" He let out a chuckle, "-but I've seen a change in you. A good change."
You reached for the door handle, "Really?"
"You seem happier." You could hear a smile in your Dad's voice, "Today aside, of course."
As you gently turned the handle and opened the door, his face came into view, his cheek pressed to the door frame, desperate to comfort you. You exhaled a smile as his eyes scanned your face, "I am happy."
"So, what's this?" He gestured to your eyes.
You shook your head, "It's stupid, really. I saw some comments on a picture of me and Travis online and then Jordan just-"
"And since when did you care what people thought?"
You blinked, "I don't."
Your Dad pushed the door open further and placed his hands on both of your shoulders, "So, what's the problem?"
You giggled, "I don't know."
"I think I know." He winked with a grin.
You lowered your brows again, your lips tightening into a coy smile.
"You like the guy!" He shook you gently, "And I don't blame you. But I have to be honest here, he's the lucky one to have you, sport."
You looked down at your feet, your cheeks flushing with red.
"So, fuck what everybody else thinks!"
"Daddy!" Your head snapped up, your eyes wide at your Dad's uncharacteristic cursing, which was something exclusively reserved for watching football games.
"Go get him."
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𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐞
18+, [ ♫ 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 - 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘪 ]
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳/𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘦
𝘴𝘺𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳.
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 & 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, (𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 “𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺” 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹!/𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱-𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘴𝘦𝘹)
i entered the house silently as i threw my pink-designed purse on the counter, my pink steve madden heels clicked on the marble floors as i heard a bag being thrown on the floor, a pissed sigh and a rough opened fridge door in the distance as i walked upstairs, slamming the door shut, locking it.
“what happened?” you ask.
travis was mindlessly talking to a woman—who was clearly flirting with him, attracted to him.
noting he was already neglecting me, in my mind, he was more busier than usual, on the road 24-7 even on his free days.
it raised so many eyebrows, the mindless kind and sweet gestures stopped, the phone calls got shorter, not even a full “i love you” would come out, or his responses would be dry and simple.
behind that anger was me, the love of his life,his wife who just wanted some affection, some tlc.
but hey, who’s marriages are perfect?
i showered alone, soonly lathering myself with lotion as i heard the doorbell jangle, soonly it got rough, like he was gonna break the knob off the door.
“y/n, quit fuckin’ playing and open the door.” travis blasted from behind the door, making me jump, rolling my eyes as i traveled back into the bathroom, combing my hair down.
“get away from the door, i don’t got shit to say to you.” i smartly responded, before he began picking the lock, randomly.
i sat in a white beater, my nipples grew harder as i stared at him, rolling my eyes.
“why do all of that if you was gonna pick the lock, stupid?”
travis chuckled as he walked towards me, picking me up as he sat me on the counter, standing between my legs.
i froze.
“you been bitchy with me all fuckin’ day. what’s the issue?” travis spoke simply, not breaking eye contact with my eyes at all.
i felt something tingle at the bass in his voice, the firmness and seriousness.
“you should know why. flirting with bitches in my face. then on top of that, you got the nerve to come in like nothing hadn’t happened. mistreating me, like i don’t got feelings.” i completely sassed back, folding my arms, my eyes still gazed on him.
the tension intensified, apparently just leaving it silent.
“that’s what you’re mad about baby?” travis spoke again as if it was ironic i was pissed about the obvious.
“no fuckin’ shit.” i barked back as travis gripped my neck, pulling me more towards him, our chests touching.
“oooo, you’re so sassy aren’t you? calm down.” travis annouced, making my eyes advert away from him.
“look at me y/n. just listen.” he spoke out as i huffed, rolling my eyes.
“no, let me go. go flirt with whoever the fuck—she was?” i smartly shoved his hand off my neck, jumping down from the counter as i bent over, looking in the sink cabinet.
“maybe i should do the same thing, go out and ask a dude questions who’s actually in love with me—or maybe flirt with him in your fucking face.” i ranted along as travis eyed me after the last statement.
“stop it y/n.” travis warned under his breath.
“or maybe kiss him, but nooo, I made vows to stay loyal to you, you! then neglect you in the process and not give a fuck about whatever is waiting for me at home, hm?” i ranted, pushing at his chest as i slapped it, soonly the anger turned into tears.
travis took it in, and realized what ive said…knowing he was wrong, but your attitude was just clogging his head in order to comfort you.
“im sorry baby, and you know it. listen to me, quit cryin’.” travis sighed as he pulled me into his chest, just sniffling into it.
“imma make it up to you. i won’t do it again, i promise. just let me.” travis smoothly talked to me as i nodded, easily forgiving him once again- before pulled away quickly.
“ugh, why did i just forgive you that fast?” y/n shook her head, mouthing to herself, wiping her tears as she leant over, travis coming from behind pushing me all the way down.
“trav, let me up!” i whined loudly as i instantly got quiet, the slap on my ass was enough to quiet me within one.
“y’aint gonna be satisfied until i put that ass in place, hm?” travis gritted as he ran his hands all up and down my ass, gripping it, caressing it all in one.
i bit my lip to silence my moans, or any sexual that could possibly come out.
“lift up, and spread em, baby.” travis mumbled as i obeyed, practically falling more in love with my husband, and he hadn’t even did shit yet.
travis slowly began stripping himself as i slightly grabbed onto the counter, feeling himself slightly fill me up & stretch me in the process as he shoved my hand off the edge.
“don’t hold onto nothin, i got you.” travis grunted as his strokes started off mildly slow—my light moans leaving my mouth.
“oh baby…” i hissed, as his eyes never left mines from the mirror, skin clappings filling the big bathroom, bouncing off the walls like music.
travis didn’t let up, slightly gripping the ends of my hair, smoothly gripping my neck as my hands touched the mirror, my mouth falling at all the pleasure I had felt in that moment.
“mnm, you see that? that fuckin’ ring? that’s all fuckin’. mines. say it.” travis gritted in my ear as his hand collided with right ass cheek, making eye contact from my upside down vision, whimpering, gripping his hand.
it felt like heaven.
“mnm…it’s yours baby, all fucking yours! ouu—ouu shit!” i whimper-moaned the last part, gritting my teeth as my mouth gaped open.
travis kissed me every chance he got, as he slapped my ass again, as i began matching his rhythm even on all fours standing.
“uh—-uhhh huh-im gonna cum.” i groaned out, as a whimper, feeling myself push back at his chest, grabbing my arm, holding it in place.
i lost it.
“what?”
“im gonna cum, i w-wanna cum.”
“y’ain’t loud enough for me, baby, what’s that?”
“im finna cum!” i whine-cried, closing my eyes shut as he slapped my ass cheek once again, groaning at the sight of me painting his dick pure-white, soonly hearing droplets hit the marble floor.
“you squirtin’ baby?” travis was suprised but wasn’t, as i went silent, my eyes rolling into the back of my skull, just babbling sweet nothings as i let it all out, saying his name under my breath.
“let it all out. mhm. such a good girl for me.” travis encouraged and praised me as felt him pull out, slapping my ass as i weakly held onto the counter, feeling him take me onto the bed.
A SHORT TIME LATER, the skin clappings surfaced the room as my knees touched my chest, my legs opened wide as i the white creamy-wet sight glistened my vision as i held onto his hand, as his other was forcing my head to watch the sight underneath me.
“ouuu—daddy! fuck me just—like that! mhm yes!” i cried out as he didn’t allow me dip my head back not once.
he was enjoying this all at once.
“you like it huh?”
“mhm, it’s so big baby.” i teased as i but my lip, looking up at him. just a undone slut.
my eyelashes were practically sweating off with my makeup and hair, i looked sweated out, along with him.
“you gonna cum for me again, baby?” travis bit his lip at me as i nodded, his hand collided into mines as his strokes remained rough and tact.
“yes daddy, mnm it’s all yours, i love the way you fuck me, mhm.” i whined again as i looked up at him, feeling him swirl his hips, slightly his strokes got sloppier.
his grunts, groans and moans grew louder with every messy stroke he sent as his chest touched mines, feeling him sloppily kiss me, mixing some salvia and tongues with it as well.
“cum in me, give it to me daddy.” i moaned in the kiss as i wrapped my legs around his waist as he grunted fully in my mouth, before sitting up, pulling out, letting a loud “pop!” sound full the air.
straight creampie. “you still gotta attitude with me?”
i shook my head as i smiled, looking down at the oozing cum from my thigh. “no.”
[ HEY YALL. MERRY CHRISTMAS. 🎄 I HOPE YALL GOT YOUR NFL MAN UNDER YOUR TREE BC I DID! ]
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—devil in my lap and a cross on my neck
summary: it doesn't take much for travis to get you going. especially after he's been riled up during a game.
warnings: smut (18+ only, no minors), slight angst, teasing, fingering, minor arguments, semi-rough sex, missionary, doggystyle, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of breeding kink, minor use of daddy kink, slight choking kink, aftercare
word count: 3017
notes: title taken from the song ordinary life by the weeknd. again, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶
The past couple of games have been nothing short of amazing for the team, they're on a 3 game win streak and looking to go for another. However, they're currently trailing by 9 points at half time and you can tell the players are getting nervous for the next half, especially your boyfriend. Travis isn't his usual self, he dropped an important catch in the first quarter and he's been worked up over it ever since.
You're sitting in his box with a few of his friends and everyone keeps making sure you're okay, knowing how worried you are about Travis' performance. The players come back out for the third quarter and they seem to be a bit more pumped up this time around. You're still antsy about Travis and you're focusing too much on his first half performance to notice he gets a touchdown, the whole box erupting around you. You shake your head and look up to the screen, watching the replay and celebrating with everyone in the box.
Even after the touchdown, the rest of the game just gets even more stressful, the Chiefs trying hard to fight back points. You're watching Travis like a hawk and you notice he's being agitated by one of the opposition players for most of the third quarter. He ignores it all, but it completely throws him off his game, dropping another important catch. He's so wound up and frustrated and you just wish the game was over already so you can comfort him and take him home to rest up.
The Chiefs fight back a few points in the fourth quarter but ultimately it's not enough for a win and you slump down in your seat when the game's over, staring up at the scoreboard. You catch Travis walking off the field, helmet in hand and not even bothering to high five the fans overlooking the tunnel.
You gave him time to get ready before going down to find him, hoping that upon seeing you, he'd be in a better mood. You waited a few moments, wondering where he was and then a hand was on your shoulder, before he interlocked your fingers together.
"C'mon.. let's go home."
He was blunt, almost pulling you out the stadium to the parking lot and into his car. You debated on whether or not to ask him how he was, but then you knew the response you'd get. So you just sat in silence for a brief moment, before his hand was on your thigh, fingers toying with the hem of your black pleated skirt. He hadn't taken his focus off the road when you looked over at him, but his left hand was gripping the steering wheel, knuckles almost turning white.
"Trav.."
"Don't say anything."
His hand on your thigh started squeezing at your skin, fingers dangerously close to your core. Your hands flew straight to his wrist, holding on tightly as he ran one finger underneath your panties, dragging it across your folds. You leant forward, face leaning into his forearm as he pulled his finger back, before tugging at your underwear. You got the hint and lifted your hips slightly, letting him pull them off and down your legs to pool at your ankles.
You glanced out the window and recognised the surroundings, knowing you were only a few minutes away from his house. All you could do was silently beg him to keep going, your hips bucking up into his hand.
"Easy, easy.. be patient."
You just whined into his arm, sliding down the seat slightly to grind against his hand.
"I said, be patient."
"Please.."
He didn't even respond, turning the car onto his street, before pulling up into his driveway. You started to get out the car, removing your seatbelt but Travis' hand squeezed your thigh, silently telling you to stay still. He then proceeded to get out, walk round the back of the car before opening your door. He wiggled his fingers at you, indicating for you to swing your legs round, before he reached down to grab your panties, stuffing them into his trouser pocket. Standing back, he let you get out the car before he shut the door and let you walk up to the front door, him following closely behind. He handed you the key and you opened the door, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch.
"Baby.. just sit down and relax, please."
He just ignored you, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water from the fridge. You watched him take a few sips before putting it down on the counter.
"Talk to me, please.."
"Dropped two fuckin' catches today.."
"I saw.. but there's nothing you can do about it now.."
"Yeah, no shit. I'm still fuckin' pissed off though.."
Your eyes darted to his hand gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, watching his knuckles turn white as he tightened his grip. He dropped his head and clenched his jaw, before he brought his hand up to his face, dragging it down and shaking his head.
"So what was that in the car then?"
"Needed some stress relief."
You just rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and facing away from him on the couch. Now he was even more pissed and you could tell. You heard him sigh deeply before he spoke lowly and authoritatively.
"I'll give you five minutes to get upstairs and get into bed.. and I want everything off except the skirt."
You turned round to face him and he didn't even look at you, his head still facing the ground.
"You heard me."
You should be mad at him. Mad at him for being a dick after the game and barely acknowledging you, mad at him for touching you up in the car and leaving you high and dry, mad at him for starting an argument over something he did. But your legs wobbled as you walked towards the stairs and headed up, into the bedroom, stripping off and leaving the skirt on. You lay down on your front, lifting your legs in the air and spreading them out slightly when you heard his footsteps on the stairs.
Travis waited a few minutes downstairs before following after you, heading upstairs into his bedroom. When he saw you, he stepped towards the bed slowly, hands running up your thighs to your skirt, lifting it up slightly. Travis pushed at your legs, silently telling you to flip over onto your back. When you did as he said, you saw his hands grab at your ankles, pulling you closer to him at the edge of the bed. He then brought your legs up beside his waist, holding the backs of your knees and propping you up.
"This all for me?"
You just nodded, hands reaching down for the hem of your skirt and lifting it up. His eyes darted down and then back up at you.
"I've had a pretty bad day.. you think this pretty pussy can handle it?"
One of his hands made its way to between your legs, his thumb rubbing over your folds and sensitive area, making you arch your back slightly. You turned your head to the side, trying to hide it into the mattress, but then you felt his other hand drop from your leg to cup your chin, turning you back to face him.
"I asked you a question, baby."
"Yes.."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I can handle—"
"Try again, baby."
"Yes, this pretty pussy can handle it."
"Good girl."
You watched as Travis put one knee on the edge of the bed, moving back slightly to let him kneel down on the mattress properly. He adjusted your legs to drape over his thighs, his hands bunching your skirt up around your waist before dragging them down your thighs, squeezing at your skin. He slightly tilted his head, eyes raking over your whole body.
"Do you promise to be a good girl?"
"Mmhm.. I promise."
"A good girl for who, baby.."
"For Daddy.."
"That's right, baby.."
Travis leaned down, his mouth pressing soft kisses to your cheek, then down to your jaw and then your neck. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, balling the material into your fists as you felt him kiss down your body. He stretched his legs back out onto the floor at the end of the bed, kneeling down and pulling you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes flicking up at you from between your legs. Without breaking eye contact, he turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss to the inside of your left thigh, then turned his head the other way to kiss the inside of your right thigh.
You dropped your head back onto the mattress, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other hand moving to your skirt, grabbing it and holding it against your stomach. Then you felt Travis' hands on the backs of your thighs, spreading them out slightly before his tongue was diving in between your folds, causing you to whimper and whine out, tears slightly forming in your eyes. He dropped one hand from your thigh, letting your leg drape over his shoulder while his hand moved up to palm at your breast, squeezing and kneading at your soft skin. His mouth wasn't letting up however, his tongue continuing to lick through your folds, his lips sucking at your sensitive nub. You were already worked up slightly from his hand toying with you in the car ride home, so it wasn't long before you dug your heel into his back, indicating to him you were getting close.
"S'okay baby.. this is the first of many tonight.."
You sighed out and arched your back, before dropping it slowly back to the mattress, letting your orgasm wash over you while Travis continued to eat you out. He did, however, slow down his movements, working you through it as gently as he could. As he pulled his head away from between your legs, he brought his hand back down to between your legs.
"Look at you makin' such a mess for Daddy."
You could only whine, his fingers playing around with your folds, spreading them open and running his fingers through them. He was still kneeling at the end of the bed, your ankle now resting on his shoulder as he watched you relax on the bed. Travis tapped the inside of your thigh and when you looked down at him, he nodded upwards, silently telling you to move back up the bed. You did as he asked, letting him kneel back up on the bed, your thighs once again resting over his thighs. His hand moved back down to between your legs, the backs of his fingers running through your folds, distracting you as he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. With his free hand, he pulled out his cock, stroking it a few times, before pulling his hand away from your core and bringing the tip of his cock to push through your folds.
"You ready, baby?"
"Please.."
"Please what?"
"Please.. Daddy.."
Travis took the hand that wasn't around his cock, and placed it beside your shoulder on the bed, his other hand pushing himself inside you. Your back instinctively arched off the bed again and he placed his hand on your stomach, gently pushing you back down.
"Easy, baby.. relax.."
You sighed out, feeling his head drop down to your shoulder, his lips on your skin, kissing softly across your collarbone area. His movements were slightly slow at first, just letting you adjust to his size like he does every time you're in bed together, but also letting you feel everything. It was always overwhelming in a good way, his cock inside you to the hilt, his lips leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck and his body on top of you, engulfing you as he ground his hips against your core.
Then all of a sudden, Travis pulled out, tugging at your leg for you to flip over onto your stomach. You obliged and felt him kneel up behind you, one of his hands grabbing at your waist to hold you up while the other pushed his cock back inside you. His pace was getting slightly faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing around the room. You knew it was what he needed after the game today, and you were more than willing to let him take his frustrations out on you. Your hands were gripping onto the bedsheets, whining muffled by the pillow for a short second before you felt his hand creep up round your throat, pulling you up and against his chest. Your head fell back against Travis' shoulder, while his hand was holding onto your neck, not too loosely but also not too tight.
"Tell me how it feels, baby.."
"Good.. feels so.. uhh.. good.."
The new angle was driving you crazy, his cock hitting you just right inside and you were almost going limp against him, the only thing holding you steady was his hand on your hip and the other on your neck. He pulled your hips right back against him, his other hand letting go of your neck to push you back down onto the mattress. Travis lifted one of his legs up, placing his foot down on the mattress beside your leg, his hips now pushing down against you. He started up a rougher pace, pulling out all the way before slamming his hips against you, but then slowed down when he filled you up, grinding his hips against you. He took one hand from your waist and bunched up the skirt material into his fist, his other hand moving to spread out across your back, holding you in place almost.
"You hear those sounds, baby? Y'hear how wet you are?"
"M'close.. please.."
"Let go baby.. I got you.."
He pulled out to the tip once again, before slowly pushing himself back inside you, hearing you sigh as your second orgasm washed over you. Travis leaned down, kissing your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings in your ear to relax you, his hand rubbing at your back gently.
"You got another one for me, baby? Think you can come again for me?"
All you could do was whimper, feeling him flip you over onto your back, legs flopping over his thighs and his cock dropping out of you. Your hands reached up for him, grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him down, your lips connecting with his. One of your hands moved up to hold his cheek while the other cradled the back of his head, scratching at his buzzed hair. You felt Travis run the tip of his cock through your folds and you just nodded while kissing him, letting him push back inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut, hips absentmindedly grinding against him while he rocked his hips back and forth slowly. You pulled away from him, dropping your head into the crook of his neck as he rested his forehead on your shoulders. He took one of his hands that was on your hips, to move between your legs, thumb rubbing at your core, trying to pull a third orgasm out of you as quickly as he could.
As you ground your hips against him, you could hear him grunt against your neck. He was close but you could tell he wanted you to come before he did—but he wasn't lasting long. He moved the hand on your hip to place his palm on the bedsheets beside your head.
"M'gonna come.. fuck.."
"Don't.. mmph.. don't pull out.."
You heard him groan against your neck, and then the bedsheets underneath you went slightly taut, his hand gripping tightly.
"Yeah? Want me to fuck a baby into you?"
"Yeah.."
"Wanna be filled up?"
"Please.."
"Alright baby.. alright.."
Travis placed soft kisses to your neck, his hips pushing against you, before he grunted against your skin. You could feel his cock pulsate and spill his load inside you, the warm liquid filling you up. His breathing got heavier as he pulled away from you, only now removing his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He pulled back, standing at the foot of the bed, pulling you close and bending your legs back slightly, watching as his load dripped from your core. He wiped you up clean with his t-shirt before throwing it in the laundry basket. You lay on the bed and watched him remove his shorts, also throwing them in the laundry basket before grabbing a spare pair from the closet. He grabbed a t-shirt for himself, before grabbing another one for you and coming back to the bed. He took your hand, sitting you up and helping you into the t-shirt, before he put the other one on himself. You moved back up the bed and let him walk round, getting into his side, but sliding up against you.
"Sorry for being a dick earlier.."
"Hey, it's okay.. I know you were just frustrated from the game.."
"Doesn't make it okay for me to take it out on you though.."
"Well.. I kinda liked it.."
Travis just laughed, pulling you in closer to him and wrapping his arm around your stomach. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, closing his eyes. You just instantly relaxed into his touch, letting his hand roam over your stomach, pressing gently and squeezing at your hips, massaging your skin. His lips kissed at your neck again, more softly this time, making your eyes flutter closed.
"G'night baby.. I love you.."
"Love you too.."
He pressed one last kiss to the back of your neck, before he rested his head on his pillow, eyes closing once again as he drifted off to sleep. His light snoring made you smile as you drifted off to sleep yourself, feeling completely safe with his arm around your stomach and his warm body pressed against your back.
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Anonymous: "You love me, but you don't want to marry me?" with Travis
You were both sat on the bed, Travis’ shoulders hanging in defeat as you focused on the floor. You had just had an argument about your future, something that you always tried to avoid.
“I’m not really sure where we go from here.” Travis finally broke the silence.
You turned to him, grabbing his hand.
“Baby, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want to break up, I love you!”
He placed your hand back on the bed, patting the top before standing up.
“You love me but you don’t want to marry me?” He asked as he put on his shoes and searched for his keys.
“I’m just not ready to get married yet. I have so many things I want to do before I settle down. Can’t you understand?”
Travis was silent as he walked out of the room. You followed behind him down the stairs.
“Please don’t leave like this. Where are you going?”
“Out. I need some time to think.”
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The Rumor Mill
Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader
Word count: 1.2k
Overview: The truth hurts more than the rumors.
CW: infidelity, betrayal, emotional distress, and relationship complications.
As the rumors continued to spread, you couldn't help but feel a jumbled mix of frustration and hurt. Every other day seemed to bring about a new headline or TikTok video speculating on Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift's supposed relationship. You knew that it shouldn't matter. After all, you and Travis were nothing more than friends with benefits. Despite all this, it didn't make the rumors sting any less.
You wouldn't have agreed to being fuck buddies if you'd known what laid ahead. In the beginning, it sounded like a great idea; both of your jobs were too time consuming for any kind of committed relationship. Yet after some time, you started to develop feelings for the six-foot-five tight end, and you couldn't help the ball of anxiety that continued to grow in your stomach, knowing that you'd be the one walking away with a broken heart.
It was Travis's fault, really, for being so infuriatingly perfect. He went above and beyond to make sure you felt cherished, both inside and outside the bedroom. From ordering takeout on your busiest nights to ensuring that your pleasure surpassed his in every encounter, he always left you feeling valued.
He texted you this evening, asking what you were up to. You knew this was his way of inviting himself over for sex. Typically, you'd be all for it, but with all the rumors going around, you decided against it. Sorry, not feeling too good. Started my period. That was the response you gave him. It wasn't completely false - your period had indeed started and you weren't exactly feeling your best either. However, Travis usually didn't mind when you were on your period and the amazing orgasms he gifted tended to ease away any cramps.
You didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead tossing your phone on the white fluffy rug and heading for your kitchen. All you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with a tub of ice cream and watch reruns of love island, to make yourself feel a little better about your life.
You grabbed the rocky road from the fridge, doing just that as you snuggled into your comfy couch. You only made it through one and a half episodes, before your door bell was ringing. You groaned, throwing the blanket off of you and heading for the front door.
It was probably your stupid neighbor lady, wanting to complain about how you didn't hid your trashcans well enough. You yanked open the door, ready to go off on the poor soul standing on the other size, but to your surprise Travis was there with flowers and a grocery bag in his hand, a Walgreens bag specifically.
"Brought you some things to help you feel better," he announced, his tone gentle and caring, making your stomach flutter. Without a word, you stepped aside, inviting him into your space.
A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed the bag and flowers on your spotless kitchen counter. The vibrant bouquet added a touch of color to the room, and you couldn't help but appreciate the gesture even though a knot of mixed emotions still clung to your heart.
"Thanks but you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice laced with genuine gratitude and a hint of reluctance. You wanted to convey your appreciation, but the complicated nature of your relationship with Travis made accepting such kindness a double-edged sword.
A scoff escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you turned away from him. If you truly held a place of significance in his life, why did he talk so casually about his potential involvement with Taylor Swift on his podcast? That single conversation had been the catalyst for all the rumors, and deep down, you couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that they might be true. After all, the two of you rarely shared the intricate details of your day-to-day lives.
His brows furrowed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "What was that about?"
"Nothing," you mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.
He persisted, a determined note creeping into his voice. "It was clearly something."
You hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of your tongue. The turmoil of emotions within you was too tangled to unravel in this moment, but Travis deserved to know your thoughts, even if they were filled with uncertainty.
Sighing, you finally spoke, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "It doesn't matter right now."
He rounded the kitchen island, his steps purposeful as he positioned himself squarely in front of you. In a decisive move, he gently but firmly grasped your wrists, his touch demanding your full attention. "You can tell me if something's wrong," he persisted, his eyes locked onto yours, his determination unwavering.
You drew in a deep breath, your mind racing with the weight of the question that had been gnawing at you. Maybe it was best to confront it head-on, to rip off the bandage, even if it meant facing an uncomfortable truth.
"Are the rumors about you and Taylor Swift true?" The words slipped from your lips, laced with a mixture of anxiety and longing. You held your gaze steady, searching for any hint of honesty in his eyes. "Are you two talking, or dating, or anything like that?" The silence that followed your question stretched, urging you to speak again.
He sighed, releasing your wrists and rubbing his chin, his actions speaking louder than words. The lack of an immediate response told you more than you needed to know, and a wellspring of emotions surged within you.
"Seriously?" you questioned, taking a step back from him, anger seeping into your voice. "I thought you had enough respect to at least end things with me before pursuing an international superstar." You were furious, and the betrayal you felt was palpable.
When you and Travis had embarked on this arrangement, you had agreed on one fundamental rule – exclusivity. Despite the lack of a formal commitment, there was an unspoken understanding that you wouldn't be sleeping with other people, even if your connection wasn't officially labeled as a relationship.
He knew about your past, about your parents and your father's infidelity that had marred your childhood. He knew that infidelity was the one thing you despised above all else. He knew it was the reason you had been hesitant to pursue conventional relationships or believe in the concept of love.
You took a deep, steadying breath, your efforts aimed at quelling the storm of emotions inside you. "You need to go," you said, your voice firm and resolute. When he remained rooted in place, you added with an urgency, "Now."
"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice laced with remorse as he retrieved his keys from the kitchen island, his footsteps carrying him toward the front door.
Your silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken disappointment, as you waited for the telltale sound of the door closing behind him. When it finally did, it was as if a dam had burst within you, and the tears flowed freely. Each tear felt like a piece of your heart breaking, and the pain was almost unbearable. You had believed Travis to be a good guy, someone different from the men you had known before. Yet, in this moment, it seemed he had let you down, just like so many others had in the past.
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No Caller ID — Travis Kelce
Summary: In which you find your phone ringing at 3 in the morning
Content Warning; drunken phone calls, mentions of Christmas 2023 Chiefs Vs Raiders game, mentions of the Jan 21st Bills Vs Chiefs game, mentions of Travis and Taylor, moving on fast, breakup, Travis being a shitty boyfriend, angst, emotional cheating if you squint, physical cheating(Travis and reader kiss while in diff relationships) , reader moves on with Dylan O’Brien
Pairing: Travis Kelce & Model! Reader
December 26th 2023.
A small yawn emitted from your lips as you sat up in your bed. You reached your freshly manicured red nails on your beside table for your ringing cell phone. You finally grasped the phone as a new call began to filter through. It was an blocked number which caused you to frown slightly as you pressed the phone to your ear, “Hello?” Travis’ familiar voice filled your ears, “Hi pretty.” You frowned at the football players drunken slur, “Why are you calling me Trav?” Travis hummed softly as he glanced down at the blonde woman sleeping in bed next to him, “I miss you angel.” You sat up as a frown tugged at your lips, “You have a girlfriend Trav. A beautiful girlfriend who adores you.”
Travis slowly moved from the bed to avoid startling Taylor awake as he moved from Taylor’s bedroom to her living room, “She’s not you angel, she’s great but she’ll never be you.” You shook your head as you pulled your sweater closer to your body, “Dude, every news outlet is reporting you two are looking at houses together, talking about kids and marriage. I cannot be the girl who takes any Taylor Swift’s happy ending. I won’t be that person.” Travis sighed as he leaned into the couch further, “I had a really shitty game tonight. I wish you could have been there for me.”
You awkwardly smiled at his change of topic, “I watched the game. You played fine Trav. You aren’t the backbone of the team. No matter how well you play on your own, you can’t impact the entire team’s ability. It’s not on you.” Travis hummed, “Are you excited for Fashion Week?” You hummed as you took a sip of your water, “I have a Vogue event the first week of the new year. I’m also hosting the Golden Globes so I’m pretty excited about where my career is now.” Travis hummed as he stroked Meredith’s fur, “So no one special?” You frowned slightly at the hint of amusement in his tone, “I’ve gone on a few dates. I’ve been seeing a guy for about a month.”
Travis hummed, “I saw. What was his name, Dylan something? I saw some paparazzi photos.” You hummed, “O’Brien. I’m surprised your girlfriend hasn’t said anything she and Dylan are pretty close.” Travis let out a harsh sigh, “Whatever, there’s no way he’ll be good enough for you.” You scoffed under your breath, “Well, this was a refreshing conversation. Goodnight Travis.” Travis stammered as you were about to hang up, “I’m sorry I called. I shouldn’t have.” You hummed slightly as you heard Taylor’s muffled voice on the other side of the call, “You’re right Travis you shouldn’t have called.”
Taylor yawned softly as she emerged from the bedroom to find her boyfriend engrossed in a phone call, “Trav what’s going on?” The football player smiled kindly at her, “Don’t worry. It was my dad, I forgot how late it was. Go back to sleep.” Taylor smiled down at Travis, “Come back to bed with me.” Travis pressed a kiss to her lips, “I’ll be in soon.” Taylor retreated to her room as Travis opened his instagram to your page.
Instagram!!
yourusername; a good ending to this year💕
dylanobrien; the prettiest model ever
— yourbrother: dyl has top tier rizz 😆
user3929; dylan and y/n is almost as iconic as travis and taylor
— user493: i love this bc travis and y/n broke up like 2 months before trav and tay were spotted out together and dyl was in the atwtmv mv
taylorswift; iconic couple!!
kendalljenner: mom and dad?? is that you?
— yourusername: i miss you kenny💕
haileybieber: noo!! my wife has a boyfriend?
— yourusername: my girlfriend has a husband??
zendaya: my girl🥹🥹
— yourusername: my z💕💕💕
sydneysweeney; your so beautiful y/n
— yourusername: i love you syd!! so grateful to know you💕💕
January 22nd 2024
A small groan elicited from Dylan’s lips as he rested his arms across your waist while the two of you tried to sleep. Dylan had grown up in New York and you had grown up in Buffalo so he practically begged you to go to the Chiefs vs Bills game the night before. You reluctantly agreed, as it would be the first Chiefs game you went to since you and Travis broke up. You’d been with Travis since his rookie year in the NFL so it was hard for you to go from being at almost every game to none.
Something had gotten leaked to a media outlet about you and Dylan attending the game. So Brittany, who’d become one of your best friends during your relationship with Travis, invited you guys to sit in the box with her and some other friends and family of the Chiefs players. Which was how you ended up in the suite with your boyfriend, your ex boyfriend’s girlfriend, his parents, brother and sister in law. You found yourself easily conversing with Taylor which you hated because you felt guilty about the call you had gotten from Travis a month earlier.
Your phone blared through the serene air in your hotel room. You reached for the culprit of the blaring noise and pressed it to your ear without checking who was calling, “Yeah?” Travis’ voice sounded a lot more clear compared to the last 3 am call, “Hey, can we talk?” You frowned as you pressed a kiss to Dylan’s arm and excused yourself, “Sure what’s up?” Travis awkwardly rubbed a hand across his face, “I meant more so in person? I’m staying at the Marriott Hotel in Buffalo I can meet you for a late dinner there?”
You frowned slightly as you looked at your boyfriend who was half asleep in the bed, “I’ll give you an hour. I’m staying at the Marriott too. I have to get dressed but I’ll be down in a few.” Travis looked at the blonde woman sleeping in the hotel bed, the woman he’d grown to truthfully believe could be the one. He just needed to make sure the chapter with you was closed for good. He nodded, “I appreciate it.” You pulled on a pair of jeans and one of Dylan’s hoodies. Dylan stirred in the bed, “Where are you going?” You smiled softly, “I’m gonna go talk to a friend for a bit. I’ll be back soon Dyl.” Dylan hummed as he kissed you, “Okay. Love you.” You smiled to yourself as you left the hotel room.
You slid into the booth seat across from Travis, “Hey T.” Travis looked up from his phone at your voice, “Hey, I ordered you a Dr Pepper, mozzarella sticks and the grilled chicken strips I hope that’s okay.” You nodded, “That’s fine. I’ll pay you back.” Travis waved you off, “Don’t worry about it. How’d you like the game?” You laughed softly, “You played pretty well. Jason was off the walls. I swear I thought your mom was going to pull out a leash for him.” Travis laughed as heat rose up your cheeks, “He’s something else sometimes. Did the boyfriend have a good time?”
You smiled fondly at the mention of your boyfriend, “Dylan’s not super into football but he seemed into it today.” Travis smiled as the waiter brought over the food and set it in front of you guys, “He seemed to be getting on with Kylie and Britt.” You nodded as you took a sip of the soda, “Yeah. I’m sorry I haven’t been to many games this season. Kinda doesn’t feel like my place anymore.” Travis smiled widely, his natural charm taking over for a split second, “I always want beautiful models cheering for me.”
You buried your head in your palms, “You’re awful Kelce.” You and Travis fell into casual conversation about your work and his hopes for the Super Bowl this year. Eventually you found yourselves walking to the elevator to go back upstairs to your rooms. As soon as the elevator door shut Travis’ lips were on yours. Before it could register to you, you were reciprocating the kiss. You pulled away almost immediately and stared at Travis in silence as the elevator continued it’s crawl to your floor. Travis opened his mouth, “You can’t tell me that meant nothing.” You cut him off as the elevator dinged and opened, “Don’t.” You walked away before he could get another word in.
You opened the door to your shared hotel room with Dylan and tears filled your lash line. You pulled off the jeans and slipped into your pajama pants and laid on the couch in the room. You couldn’t find it in your heart to wake Dylan up to tell him, so you laid on the couch and waited for him to wake up. He eventually stirred awake and sat up, his vision noticing you on the couch watching him, “What is it beautiful?” You shook your head, “I’m so sorry. It was a mistake, I love you.”
Dylan furrowed an eyebrow as he raced to your side to console you, “What is it Y/N?” You burst into a sob, “I don’t know why I agreed to meet with him. We can never be friends. I’m a horrible person and an even worse girlfriend.” Dylan placed either of his hands on your cheeks, “You shouldn’t have met who baby?” You sniffled, “Travis, that’s who called me. He wanted to talk and I figured it would be as friends but when we were in the elevator we kissed. I’m awful how could I let myself do that to you? Your perfect for and I just screw it up like I always do. I don’t think we should be together anymore. I’m no good for you.”
Dylan wiped your tears, “Did it mean anything to you? The kiss?” You shook your head as you turned away from Dylan, unable to look at him anymore, “No but that doesn’t matter I still did it.” Dylan shook his head as he pulled you into his arms, “I love you and I know that whenever I kiss you here.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck which earned an unexpected laugh from you. Dylan smiled, “You giggle. I know that whenever I kiss you I feel like I can’t breathe. I know this and every kiss we have ever shared means something. I don’t care about a stupid mistake you made.” You sniffled as you melted into his arms, “I’m so so sorry Dylan. I shouldn’t have met him tonight.” Dylan shrugged as he pulled you off the couch and carried you to the bed, “Maybe so. We can fight about that tomorrow. Let’s sleep.”
February 14th 2024
Travis hadn’t heard from you since the awkward kiss in the elevator. He had told Taylor about the kiss and they’d fought over it and eventually made up. So when Travis was sat beside Taylor on Valentine’s Day as she scrolled through her instagram page. A certain post made Travis open his phone himself and find your instagram account. Your most recent post earned a heart warming smile from him.
Instagram!
yourusername; mrs dylan o’brien sounds ok i guess🤷♀️
user392: elopement?!?!
dylanobrien; official vogue first man
— yourusername: someone get my husband off of tiktok😒
taylorswift; i love love💚
— yourusername: we love you tay💚💚
killatrav: y/n o’brien has a ring to it!
— yourusername: thank you mr kelce🙂
— killatrav: of course mrs o’brien🙃🙃
user8713: tayvis & dylan and y/n is my roman empire, like imagine if travis and y/n never broke up. would this be dylan and tay?
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I just wanna say that I love your fics! and want know if you can make one with Travis Kelce and reader where they lost a baby
NOT AGAIN
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parings: travis kelce + wife!reader
summary: the one where you and travis lost a baby.
🗒️: I had no idea how to write this, I did it as I saw in movies and series so forgive me if it got bad.
type: angst ✶
The sterile walls of the hospital room echoed the heavy silence between Travis and Y/N. Their eyes spoke volumes, burdened with the weight of a shared sorrow. Y/N clutched the ultrasound picture, a cruel reminder of dreams shattered once again.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kelce," the doctor's words lingered, a haunting refrain in the room.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she whispered, "Not again. Why does this keep happening, Trav?"
He wrapped his arms around her, his voice barely above a whisper, "Life's just been cruel to us, love."
The grief hung thick, palpable. Travis wiped away Y/N's tears, his own eyes mirroring her pain. They navigated through the wreckage of shattered hopes, mourning a child that would never be cradled in their arms.
Days turned into nights, and silence engulfed their home like a heavy fog. Travis found Y/N sitting in the nursery, surrounded by baby clothes and a crib that would remain empty.
"I can't bear this emptiness," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking.
Travis knelt beside her, their hands entwined. "We'll get through this together, no matter how many times life tests us."
As Y/N uttered those words, Travis's phone rang, the caller ID flashing with his mother's name. With a heavy sigh, he answered, the weight of grief evident in his voice.
"Mom, it's not a good time," Travis murmured, trying to maintain composure.
His mother's cheerful tone echoed through the phone, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen them. "I was just checking in. How's Y/N doing? Is the baby kicking yet?"
Travis closed his eyes, the lump in his throat growing. "Mom, we... we lost the baby."
A stunned silence followed, broken only by Y/N's muffled sobs. Travis closed his eyes, grappling with the weight of the words he had just spoken.
His mother's voice cracked, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. How's Y/N?"
Travis turned to Y/N, her grief-stricken face reflecting the agony in his own heart. He hugged her tightly, shielding her from the world. "She's hurting, Mom. We both are."
His mother's voice softened, "Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry. We'll be there for you both, however you need."
After ending the call, Travis turned to Y/N, her tear-stained face etched with pain. He gently cupped her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze. "It's not your fault, Y/N. You hear me? This isn't on you."
She shook her head, tears streaming down. "Travis, what if it is? What if I can't give you the family we dreamed of?"
His heart ached at her words. Travis embraced her, whispering, "No, love, don't you dare blame yourself. We'll face this together, just like we always have."
#travis kelce social media au#travis kelce x you#travis kelce oneshot#travis kelce fic#🏈. — american football works ⋆ ࣪.*#travis kelce x reader#travis kelce au#travis kelce one shot#travis kelce fanfic#travis kelce imagine#travis kelce#nfl x reader#nfl fluff#nfl fic#nfl fanfic#nfl imagine#nfl football#nfl#travis kelce imagines
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lestappen angst anon reporting for duty (don’t worry, fluffy resolution)
you’ve made your way over to the guest suite and plopped yourself on the couch in there to catch your breath, having pulled an old Prema sweatshirt and somebody’s old boxers out of the closet in this room that you all use as overflow, seeing as the closet in the main bedroom wasn’t made for three people, and start to slide out of the lingerie in favor of the pajamas
at the same time, you hear footsteps and a quiet voice singing “happy birthday to me… wait, mon doudou, don’t take that off yet, I haven’t gotten to enjoy it” as he scurries into the room, setting the cake with the candles that he had re-lit and the knife and the champagne and two flutes down on the coffee table and coming around to squat down in front of you when he hears you grumble “doesn’t matter, don’t want me like this anyway”
at which he scrambles to get in front of your face and tips your chin up with a finger to make you look him in the eye and says “I can’t speak for him, I don’t know what he wants or what the fuck he was thinking when he totally shut you out but I will always want you, mon indispensable, like this or however else you want to be and, so help me, I will leave him if that’s what I have to do to be with you, do you understand? It’s you and me, l’amour de ma vie -” when he’s interrupted by an “oh”
you both turn to see Max standing in the doorway, holding a third champagne flute and three plates and forks, looking like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole, and Charles just says “you heard all of that, didn’t you?” and when Max is still standing there shell-shocked, he immediately runs over to fuss over him and tell him that he didn’t mean it like that, see
and that’s your last straw, yelling at both of them “then what the fuck did you mean it like? you,” tipping your chin at Max, “planned his whole birthday without me included and kept both of us in the dark about why, and you,” nodding to Charles, “didn’t even notice when he did and then came home and told me how much you will always want me and then changed your tune the minute he walked in the room, not to mention that nobody said a word on my birthday and we’ve been so wrapped up in celebrating the two of you that it’s nearly been a month and nothing’s happened. you two really ought to be together without me, you fucking deserve each other”
you start to see a tear glisten on Max’s cheek and shoot him a glare and spit at him “you don’t get to cry, Maxie, you know what you did” and he just spills over, sobbing and gasping that Charles wants to leave him for you and you want to leave both of them and doesn’t anybody love him or want him or at least want to hold him right now
so you send the two of them back to the main bedroom by way of the kitchen to take all of the food and related items out and tell them not to come get you until you’re ready for them
you finish putting your pajamas on, grab a cup of cut up fruit and a bag of popcorn out of the kitchen since you missed dinner, and curl back up in the guest room bed to watch the SNL episode you missed over the weekend, laughing at Pete Davidson singing the I’m Just Ken song and squealing when Travis Kelce appears on screen
by the time the show’s over, it’s 3am and you’re exhausted, so when you fall asleep, you’re dead to the world
Max and Charles, meanwhile, find themselves on opposite ends of the California King the three of you usually share, Max a snotty mess and Charles angry at everyone but you, and eventually creep toward the center with Max carding his fingers through Charles’s hair and Charles laying out the exact elaborate plan he needs Max to help him execute to get both of them back in your good graces and prove that Max is serious about you both
Charles wakes up at the crack of dawn and leaves messages with the florist and your favorite bakery, telling them that he needs an entire field of hydrangeas and peonies and he knows those are spring flowers, he needs them now, cleaning the apartment top to bottom as he waits for them to be ready, waltzing back in the door at 10am with more flowers than he can comfortably hold and a giant strawberry shortcake with “the love of our lives” written on it (he had had to say it was for a baby’s first birthday, but no matter) to find Max executing his half of the plan perfectly
he could hear his boyfriend in the office on the phone with Hermès, saying “yes, this is Max Verstappen… yes, world champion Max Verstappen, I need to know what bags you can bring me in the next hour… well, preferably the blue crocodile Constance… you only have the Constance in croc in red? yes, that will be fine… yes, you can put it on this card… whatever it is, it’s fine… thank you for all of your help”
Charles slides in, shutting the door behind him and wrapping his arms around Max’s shoulders as he approaches the office chair from the back, pressing a kiss to his cheek and whispering “so you got one?” Max turns to look at him and breathes, “yeah, but they only had it in red…” Charles chuckles, “even better for my girl”
“our girl” Max corrects, “and they’re going to bring it in 45 minutes so start getting everything together”
When you wake up at 11:30 to streamers and balloons and flowers and cake and presents, it’s all you can do not to well up
both boys are clearly on a hair trigger with your tears and hold their breath until you say “I just love you both so much” and look Max in the eye and give him a watery smile and he’s on you like the two of you have magnets in your chests, telling you how much he loves you and how he’ll never ever do anything like that again
Charles hangs back for a second, letting the two of you have your moment before wrapping his arms around you both and mumbling “you’d better not”
babies🥹
she’s much better than me because I’d have ignored them for much longer BUT IM GLAD THEY ARE HAPPY
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[a] = angst, [s] = smut, [f] = favorite, [r] = requested
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"you're giving me those fuck me eyes again" [s]
marvel
Dumbass - Adam Warlock
Adam is a tough guy, but he’s also a hard headed dumbass who doesn’t know when to stop, and who also doesn’t know how to ask you to help him.
#j’s writing#travis kelce#travis kelce imagine#nfl imagine#marvel imagine#marvel#adam warlock#adam warlock imagine
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Can someone pls make a Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift AU but like Polin???
“Penelope Featherington and Harry Dankworth just broke up!” Colin heard Hyacinth screech.
Colin just rolled his eyes, there was no way. They had been in a relationship for six years, for heaven's sake! But truth be told, he had hoped that Hyacinth wasn’t lying. He had harbored a crush on the pop star for years. But a lot of people did. Not only was she beautiful, but she was witty, smart, and seemed so kind and genuine.
His family, of course, knew about his crush. They often encouraged him to try and shoot his shot, and perhaps, he could. He was very well-known for being the tight end on the Chiefs, and his family was quite popular as well. Despite these facts, Colin never felt confident enough. She had never even shown a bit of interest in football, let alone him.
But maybe, just maybe, he could shoot his shot? If she rejected him, then at least he would know. But he might regret it later if he didn't try at all.
The operation to woo Penelope Feathering has just begun.”
Okay, so obviously it's not the best, but I thought that it was a really cute idea. And to be honest, I would have a blast writing this, but I already have some ongoing stories that I need to finish. And I really just want a cute, all-feels, no-angst type of fic.
#polin fanfiction#bridgerton#polin#polin bridgerton#fic ideas#taylor swift#travis kelce#someone pls make this#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton
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Touchdown Travis Kelce x Reader
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15
Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Endzone
Birthday Suit Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Playing With Fire Travis Kelce x Reader x Joe Burrow (request)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Win Or Lose Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Your Voice Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
As The Snow Falls Travis Kelce x Reader
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Drive Me Crazy Travis Kelce x Reader
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7 (ongoing)
Dream Girl Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Anything Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Personal Foul Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Let’s Stay Together Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Hey Daddy Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
I’m Happy Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Camp Kelce Travis Kelce x Reader
Call Her Daddy Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Feelings Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Just A Bit Of Spice Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Out There Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Home Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Dressed Up, Dressed Down Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
What To Wear Travis x Reader (request)
Sweet As Sugar Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Missing Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Little Do They Know Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Curves And Edges Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
Pleased To Meet You Travis Kelce x Reader (request)
#travis kelce x reader#travis kelce#kelce x reader#travis kelce fic#travis kelce imagine#nfl imagine#original story#masterlist#kelcemennow#kelcemenow requests#travis kelce masterlist#nfl masterlist#nfl fic#travis kelce fluff#nfl fluff#travis kelce smut#travis kelce angst#nfl smut
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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 + 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 𝐍𝐅𝐋
• joe burrow (cincinnati bengals)
• jamarr chase (cincinnati bengals)
• tee higgins (cincinnati bengals)
• jalen hurts (philadelphia eagles)
• travis kelce (kansas city chiefs)
• andrei iosivas (cincinnati bengals)
• rashee rice (kansas city chiefs)
• justin herbert (los angeles chargers)
• trent mcduffie (kansas city chiefs)
• christian mccaffery (san francisco 49ers)
• cj stroud (houston texans)
• justin jefferson (minnesota vikings)
• isaiah pacheco (kanas city chiefs)
• jalen ramsey (miami dolphins)
• anthony richardson (indiana colts)
• tayler hawkins (san francisco 49ers)
• ceedee lamb (dallas cowboys)
• obj - odell beckham jr. (baltimore ravens)
[ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ]
half of these are my past writes to be easier to find, but i do not write for them currently anymore.
• = smut/+18 ♡ = fluff/mushy ☾ = angst
ANDREI IOSIVAS | • family-fuckin' reunion | • nsfw alphabet | ♡ cookie making
JOE BURROW | ♡ playing games
TRAVIS KELCE | • fix me
RHEA RIPLEY (WWE) | ☾, • SERIES: unwanted temptation (1,2) | •, ☾ SERIES: the girl next door (1) | • stocking stuffer | ☾ selfish | • session 777 | ♡ nights with you | • a hard fucking | • assistant | ♡ drabble 2 part series: track of time, pregnancy scares | ☾ ,• SERIES: the heartbreak hotel, again | • watch me | • sick of it, now ride my fingers, bitch.
KYLIAN MBAPPE | • quickie | • 2x ft. neymar jr. | • hubby approved
NEYMAR JR. | ☾ not allowed | • brat | • extravagant | • hubby approved
#masterlist#who i write for#rhea ripley#andrei iosivas#neymar jr#kylian mbappe#joe burrow#jalen hurts#justin herbert#travs kelce#trent mcduffie#jamarr chase#nfl imagines#nick bosa
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—can we please get back to loving?
summary: you knew the term exclusive was never something travis would ever use when it comes to your relationship. but you seemed to be the only one he called when he wanted someone around.
warnings: angst, smut (18+ only, no minors), arguments, slow sex, riding, pussy eating, spooning
word count: 2660
notes: title taken from the song written all over your face by louis tomlinson. not proofread so if there's any mistakes i apologise. again likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶
You never seemed to get a moments peace at night anymore. You knew better than to answer his calls, however the majority of the time, he was already waiting outside to be let in. But you just couldn't deny how good the sex was. He's barely doing anything and you're coming undone beneath him every time, his soft lips and wandering hands doing wonders on your body.
But then there were times he called and it wasn't for sex. He'd maybe just lost a game and he needs a pick me up, so he calls you. You talk for hours until he hears you yawning and then he thanks you for calming him down and tells you to get some rest. He also apologises for rambling on and keeping you awake for so long, but you tell him it's fine and you'd rather sit up and talk to him if it meant he was ok. You're always worried about him after a loss, he always blames himself for not doing enough and it hurts you that he feels that way.
Then you invited yourself over to his place one day, and he gladly let you in. You knew he had a game the next day so there was no chance of having sex, but at least you could help him focus on the game. He seemed to be in a good mood—he was making you laugh, you were watching TV together and you, slowly but surely, were falling for him. You were falling for the way his eyes practically disappeared when he laughed, falling for the way he always looked at you like you were the only thing in the room, falling for the way he kissed you softly and gently, falling for the way he felt so comfortable around you all the time.
But it was never exclusive, you knew he didn't want that. You were just there for a hook up and to hang out sometimes. If you didn't stop the whole ordeal, you were afraid you might get too attached and he won't reciprocate those same feelings. So you started ignoring his calls, and when he'd text you and ask what's wrong, you make up lies.
I'm too tired. I'm not feeling great. I've got friends over.
But he knew you better than that. After the third excuse he just invited himself over, making up his own excuse of I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And you knew better than to invite him in. But now he's on your couch, flicking through the channels on your TV, completely making himself at home.
"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"
"Hm?"
Travis turned to face you, eyebrows raised. He clearly hadn't heard you, too focused on the TV and you just sighed.
"Why didn't you want to be exclusive with me?"
"Let's not discuss that.. I don't want to start a fight."
"Was I the only girl you were seeing?"
"Don't.."
"I want you to be honest with me."
He sighed, switching off the TV and getting up, walking to the kitchen. He opened your fridge and grabbed a water bottle, taking a sip before coming back to the couch. But he didn't say anything, just sat there in silence before he took his phone out and started scrolling through it.
"Travis.."
"I'm just.. I don't know."
"Is it me? Is it something I've done?"
"No."
You just sighed, getting up and going to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you and flopping onto your bed, crying into your pillow. He's like a completely different person now, compared to the person he was last week, laughing with you on the phone and being so sweet and kind to you. You're just waiting and hoping he knocks on your door, apologises and sweeps you off your feet again, like a knight in shining armour. But you're pretty sure he couldn't care less, and honestly, you're not even sure why he invited himself over in the first place. If he was worried about you, he could've called. You don't know why he was so adamant about being here with you, but not actually being with you.
After one of his games, he gave you an old jersey and you still kept it under your pillow, claiming it helped you sleep better. You reached under and grabbed it, bunching it up and cuddling it. Maybe if you hadn't tried to push him away, he might still be the nice Travis you knew two weeks ago. You kept blaming yourself, putting yourself at fault for everything between you and him, until a knock at your door startled you. You wiped your eyes, getting up and opening it.
"You okay? I was gonna check on you when you slammed the door but.. thought I'd give you some space."
"I'm fine, you can go home if you want."
"That movie you like is on, wanna watch it?"
"Just.. go home."
"I can't go home, not when you're like this."
"I said I'm fine."
"You're not."
He's being pushy but he needs to be, he needs to get you to admit that you're not okay. He knows you better than yourself sometimes and you just roll your eyes, pushing past him to sit on the couch, watching the movie starting. He threw his head back and sighed, but just as he tilted his head back and went to turn and follow you, he noticed the jersey. He remembers giving it to you, smiling when you immediately put it on and twirled round in it. Truthfully, although he won't admit it, that was the first moment he fell in love with you.
He walks into your room, grabbing the jersey before going back to sit with you on the couch. He just throws it down on the middle section of the couch, before sitting down and turning to look at you.
"You keep it on your bed?"
"Under my pillow.."
He just smiled, still watching you until you smiled back at him. He was almost magnetic, pulling you right back into him whenever he could. You let him in so easily and you know you shouldn't.
But then he's pulling you onto his lap, his mouth on your neck, lips soft against your skin. Your hands move up to the back of his neck, fingers scratching gently at the nape of his neck.
"Trav.."
"Shh.. feels good right?"
You just nodded, eyes closing shut.
"Then let it happen.."
As you pulled back slightly, his head tilted, lips moving to the other side of your neck. You felt like you were spinning, feeling all dizzy when he kissed you, ultimately making you forget you were mad at him in the first place. Then you remember he has practice again tomorrow, and it's important.
"We can't do this.. not tonight."
He ignores you at first, kissing along your collarbone and you have to push yourself away from him so he looks up at you.
"Listen to me.. we can't do this.."
"You still mad at me?"
"No, but you have practice again tomorrow."
He just sighs, hands fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. It then hits you that he probably came here just to have sex, his excuse of making sure you were okay was just a lie. You push off him completely, sliding to sit next to him on the couch. But one of his hands is still on your waist, thumb circling gently on your skin.
"I need you to be genuinely honest with me, okay?"
"Okay.."
"Did you come over here for just a hookup?"
"No. You just.. kept avoiding me and I wanted to make sure you were alright."
You stood up from the couch, starting to pace around the room. Sure, he's cared about you but you just can't seem to figure out why he came over to make sure you were alright. He always just calls you, talking your ear off for hours on end and making you laugh to forget about why you were ever upset in the first place.
"I can't keep just having sex. But you don't want to be exclusive with me."
"You want the truth?"
"Please."
"I think you're so fucking cool. I get so happy when you answer my calls, those conversations we have are the one thing I look forward to on my off days. I push all these feelings down because I'm fucking terrified, my work is hectic and I.. I just don't want you to get overwhelmed by it all."
He had sat up now, head facing the ground after he spoke. You slowly sat down, one of your hands reaching for his.
"I remember giving you that jersey.. the way you got all giddy and excited when you put it on. I.."
You squeezed his hand gently and he turned his head to look at you. Then he sat back and once again, pulled you into his lap.
"Ever since then.. I can't stop thinking about you. It's just.. the travelling for away games, you wouldn't be with me for a few days and—"
"Trav.."
He looked into your eyes, feeling your hands cup his cheeks.
"I can handle a few days without you every so often.."
"Are you sure?"
You just smiled, kissing his forehead.
"I'm sure."
You let go of his face as he pulled you in against him, his forehead resting against the side of your neck. Everything felt so heavy with him before, but you didn't know that it was all on him. You had doubts that if you told him how you felt, that he wouldn't reciprocate those same feelings. There was no way you could've predicted him actually being in love with you. Especially with the sex, but now, as he moved his head back and kissed you softly on your neck, he could be sweet and gentle with you.
He moved his hands to your waist, shuffling forward on the couch before standing up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Walking you to the bedroom, you dropped your head to his shoulder, tilting your head to kiss the side of his neck. You unwrapped your legs from his waist when you felt the bed dip beneath you as he lay you down. One of his hands fumbled with your shorts as the other bunched your shirt up, his fingers brushing over your nipple, making you gasp slightly.
His head was resting against your stomach, lips leaving lingering kisses all over your skin, and you couldn't help but watch him, eyes closed and savouring every moment with you. He had managed to wiggle your shorts and underwear off, and now his mouth was kissing the inside of your thighs. You were still looking down at him when he flashed his eyes up at you, his mouth hovering over your core. He moved your left leg over his shoulder, while he pushed at the back of your thigh on your right leg, keeping it open. The hand that wasn't holding your leg open, wrapped around your other leg, trying to keep you in place while he buried his head between your legs. He could feel you squirming underneath him and almost anticipated your movements, his head moving in time with you.
You threw your head back when he delved his tongue inside, mouth still attached to your folds. Again, he flashed his eyes up at you, grinning when he saw you slightly arch your back up off the sheets. He licked through your folds a couple more times, before you reached one hand down, pushing against his forehead.
"Trav.. please.. too much.."
But he didn't stop, he just pushed his tongue deeper, licking faster, your whines and moans only egging him on further. But just as he knew you were close, he pulled away, reaching down and wiping his face with the hem of his t-shirt. He then shrugged your leg off his shoulder and stood up in between your legs.
"You close?"
"Mmph.. mmhm.."
You slowly opened your eyes, watching him walk round the bed, before sitting down and patting his thighs. You slowly turned over, crawling up the bed and swinging your leg over his thighs. When his hands found your waist, he smiled up at you, brushing your hair out your face.
"There's my girl.."
You just blushed, lowering yourself down and hiding your face in his neck.
"Does my girl wanna come?"
"Please?"
He reached behind you and pulled at his shorts, dragging them off. He returned his focus to you, realising still how sensitive you already were and started to move his hands up and down your sides, squeezing gently and almost trying to massage you. While his hands were occupied, you lifted yourself onto your knees slightly, reaching down between both your bodies and adjusting yourself onto him, sinking down and sighing into his shoulder when he was fully inside.
"Take it easy, baby.. nice and slow."
You were feeling so overwhelmed that you couldn't move much, rather just grinding against him. His hands on your waist made you move, lifting you off him slightly before pushing you back down. His lips were kissing your neck, softly and sweetly, and you could feel him smiling against your skin.
Since he had basically eaten you out to almost orgasm earlier, it didn't take long before you let go against him, mumbling out that you were close.
"Let go.. I got you.."
You sighed out in relief, legs slightly trembling around him as he shh'd and cooed at you. He gave you a few languid thrusts himself to ride you through it and over it, before you felt him grunt in your ear. He was close and although you were still sensitive and still coming down from your own high, you wanted to help him get to his. Grinding your hips down onto him, he threw his head back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut and his mouth open.
"Unless you want me to come inside you, you better get off my dick.."
You pulled off him and heard him sigh against your neck, dropping his head back to your shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a tissue, cleaning himself up. You then slid off him, laying down on the bed, feeling him drag his shorts back on before laying down behind you, arm wrapping around your waist.
"I hate when we fight.."
"I know, baby.. but if we hadn't had that fight, I wouldn't have realised what a dick I was being and wouldn't have told you how I feel about you. I could've just left when you told me to leave.."
"I'm glad you didn't.."
He just smiled and kissed your shoulder, before nuzzling his forehead against it.
"Now.. you gotta sleep, you have practice tomorrow.. and I don't think Reid will let you turn up late.. again.."
He just laughed, kissing your shoulder again before resting his head into the pillow. You felt his hand play with the hem of your t-shirt for a while before he stopped and you knew he'd drifted off to sleep. You stayed awake for a while after that, unable to think about anything except Travis. Eventually your eyes fluttered closed and you drifted off to sleep, warmed by his arm around your stomach.
#travis kelce#travis kelce fluff#travis kelce smut#travis kelce angst#travis kelce x reader#travis kelce x y/n#travis kelce x you#travis kelce fic#kansas city chiefs#kc chiefs#nfl#nfl fan fic
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I luv some smut, but the concepts can be anything you want!!
#jack harlow#jackman thomas harlow#jackharlow#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow concepts#jackman harlow#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow fluff#jack harlow fanfic#travis kelce#travis kelce angst#travis kelce smut#travis kelce fluff#traviskelce
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Masterlist and General Info
Here’s a list of all the fics I’ve written and some possible fics in progress. I write for a wide range of characters and I’ll make a list of characters I do write for and a few rules.
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Key 🔑
🌶️-smut
🐑-fluff
😩-angst
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Roman Reigns
A first date 🐑
Tonight 🌶️
Jordan Baker
Big Man on Campus 🌶️🥵
Original Characters
I’ll love you
Someday 🌶️ (mild)
Travis Kelce
Weeknight 🌶️
Gameday Lay 🌶️
Commit 🌶️
Part 1
Talk to Liv
Just some questions I’ve answered about me and you guys anonymously tellin me secrets
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#imagine#otpsource#masterlist#roman reigns fic#roman reigns#summer vibes#fall vibes#smut#tvandfilm#books#chill
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If you don’t do a part two for dancing on my own and make it fluffy I will cry I was not expecting such angst when pressing on this fic😭😭😭😭
Mellisa would never be that mean if she truly loved reader…right???RIGHT!??
I’m not American so I don’t know much about American football other than from my brothers cus they like it and cus Taylor Swift is dating Travis kelce lol but I did want to say you explained it well and I got the memo that those teams are a no go
the cowboys and the eagles are one of the biggest rivalries in football! over here BLEEDING green
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