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The Last Days of Summer

A cute little blurb to celebrate the Chiefs going back to training camp in a couple of days! Includes a a request from @mmb219

Request: I stumbled upon and fell down a rabbit hole of “Dad saves” on TikTok. Like where the dads reflexes catch their kid before they fall, before they crash into something or a ball coming at them etc. I could just imagine Travis and his reflexes with the kids 😍

Even though the kids still had a couple weeks of summer break before they went back to school, the end of July meant that Travis was on his way back to training camp, so you always tried to make the most out of those last days before life got crazy. This year you decided to have the extended family over for a pool party. Alex and Wyatt where in the shallow end of the pool, trying to see who could hold their breath under water the longest, while Sav, Laylah, and Elliotte were playing around on the separate splash pad you had set up for the younger kids.

You and Kylie watched from the lounge chairs, surveying over the kids, including your two adult kids, Travis and Jason, who were wrestling in the pool over a tiny toy basketball. "That does not count, Jason! You can't touch the rim, NBA rules!" Jason splashed Travis with a wave of water, walking over to the stairs to get out of the pool. He sat down at the end of Kylies chair, running a towel through his hair. "NBA rules? We're in your backyard, you sore loser."

Travis swam over to the edge of the pool, resting his arms on the concrete. You weren't ashamed to admit you were ogling your husband's bulging biceps, beads of water rolling off of his tan skin. "My eyes are up here." He smiled at you, making you blush when you realized you'd been caught. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Travis lifted himself out of the pool, revealing his toned body. "Its okay, this is for your eyes only." He rubbed his chest in a playful way, teasing you. "C'mere, you need more sunscreen." Travis sat between your legs, and you dried his back off before slathering his skin in sunscreen.

"Are you ready for training camp, Trav?" Kylie asked, shifting a sleeping Bennie in her arms. "No", he shook his head as he leaned against you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "The girls keep asking when I'm leaving for good. It breaks my heart every time." You looked out at Sav and Laylah across the yard, both shrieking as they ran through the water streams. "They just don't understand it yet, baby. Alex was the same way", you explained. "This is going to be the first season they actually know what's going on, and they're going to be so excited for you."

"I know you're right, I just hate that I will miss the last few weeks of summer. Its back to daily practices and being too tired at the end of the day." You rubbed Travis' chest sympathetically. You knew he was more upset about it than usual because his first away game was scheduled for the same week that Alex would be starting first grade and he was going to miss the first day of school.

"Mama? Can we eat lunch?" Alex walked over to you, a towel wrapped around his body. "Yes, babe. I just need to set everything up. We can eat in five minutes." You patted Travis' shoulders to signal to let you up. "Savannah, Laylah and Elliotte, its time to eat lunch!" Travis called over to the girls, the three of them running over.

You barely caught it out of the corner of your eye as Laylah ran by the edge of the pool, her foot slipping off the wet tile. Luckily Travis' focus was on her, and he was able to catch her arm before she fell into the pool. He swept her up in his arms, balancing on one leg, avoiding a potential accident. She knew how to swim, all three kids did, but needed floaties to help keep her upright.

"Good catch, babe." Travis put Laylah down and she ran off with the rest of the kids into the house, completely unfazed. "You know I got those fast reflexes babe. Best tight end in the league." He flexed his muscles, giving you a cocky grin. "That's right, baby, best tight end in the league." You patted his butt.

He turned around, trying to grab at your arm. "Don't you dare Travis Michael." You tried to get away, but he grabbed you by the waist, lifting you over his shoulder with ease. "Travis, don't!" He teetered over the edge of the pool. "Say it. Say I'm the best tight end in the league." He didn't really care about the title, but was enjoying messing with you. "Jason, help me please!" You called out to your brother in law, who already had a sandwich in his hands. He backed away, shaking his head. "Sorry, sis, he's bigger than me. I'm not getting involved."

"Travis, I'm not wearing a swimsuit, I don't want to get wet." You warned, but he wasn't listening. "You know what you have to do." He patted your butt playfully, and you felt your bodyweight shift forward, making you scream. "Fine! Travis Kelce is the best tight end in the league."

"And?"

"And what?"

"I don't know. Say something nice about my body." Travis chuckled.

"No!" You backtracked when he began to step forward.

"Ok, ok. You have a nice ass." Travis backed up and place you back on the ground. "See, wasn't that easy?" You rolled your eyes. Travis jogging behind you into the house.

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Heartbreak Series: Part 3 [[Far Away]] Song Imagine

Series: Heartbreak Series, Part 3

Summary: Part three, the final part, of the Heartbreak Series! This one is based on Far Away by Nickelback.

Words: 3856

Triggers: nsfw, swearing

Notes:

Y/N/N is Your Nick Name.

What happens when Trav shows up and says he still loves you?

This time, this place

Misused, mistakes

Too long, too late

Who was I to make you wait?

Just one chance, just one breath

Just in case there's just one left

'Cause you know

You know, you know

“Oh,” you breathed, blinking away the tears that gathered in your tear beds. You weren’t sure what you had expected Travis to say to you, but referencing your new boyfriend and his new girlfriend was the last thing you’d anticipated. For some reason, it hurt even more that he used that as his explanation as to why you two couldn’t be together, his reasoning that you two couldn’t see where you could go from here. Your bloodshot hues darted toward your legs, doing your best to avoid any and all eye contact with him. Now you were mortified that you’d called him, and frankly, you were more hurt than you were prior to this conversation. It would’ve been better to remain pining after him, to wonder what he was up to and what he was thinking, rather than be told he no longer wanted anything with you. “I-I have to go,” you stammered, quickly ending the Facetime call before he could get in another word. 

You locked the screen of your iPhone and curled up into a ball on the white-tiled bathroom floor, pressing your mouth into your arm so the loud cries would be masked by your skin. You didn’t need Ryan, your new boyfriend, hearing you break down. There wasn’t anything he could do to make you feel better… it would be mortifying to tell him why you were crying, anyway. Surely he’d break up with you if you told him you’d called Travis… not that it mattered. The person you wanted to be with, your person, had just confirmed your worst fear–that you’d never get back together. Or at least you wouldn’t now because you were in a new relationship. Eventually, your body had no energy left and you fell asleep on the cold floor. 

As soon as Travis had said ‘There’s no us anymore’, he knew that he had fucked up. While the statement was true, it’s not what he wanted. And based on how you reacted, he could tell that’s not what you wanted, either. He wasn’t sure what he should’ve said, but he certainly knew that what he did say was the wrong thing. “Damn it,” he cursed, curling his hand into a fist before it collided with the cushion on the couch. His entire body tensed as he stood up, angrily grabbing the empty can of Bud Light on his way to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed another can of Bud Light and chugged it down, wanting to forget that this had even happened. 

“Babe, are you coming to bed?” Hailey asked quietly from the kitchen doorway, shuffling from foot to foot. His icy blue orbs locked with hers and he nodded stiffly, taking a couple steps toward her before turning off the lights on his way out of the kitchen. Even as he lay on the bed next to his girlfriend, the only person on his mind was Y/N. Seeing the heartbreak gloss over your eyes was enough to make him feel as if he was going to be sick, but he swallowed it down so as to not alert Hailey that something was wrong. At this point, Travis was too drunk to have that type of conversation with her.

I love you

I loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing

If I don't see you anymore

Rattling on the door handle is what woke you up the next morning, a groan parting from your lips. It took a moment for you to register what had happened, but once it did, last night came back in full force. Calling Travis, having him call you baby only to rip your heart out by saying that there was nothing left between the two of you. The shots of tequila you’d done after dinner last night came up full force, and you opened the lid of the toilet to empty the contents of your stomach. 

“Y/N, are you okay? Let me in,” Ryan requested, continuing to try and open the door even though it was locked. You flushed the toilet once you were done, irritation bubbling through you. Clearly he heard you getting sick, so why the fuck couldn’t he wait to get in until you finished? The door wasn’t going to magically unlock itself. After squirting toothpaste onto your toothbrush, you unlocked the door and allowed Ryan to come inside, though you rolled your eyes at him so that he’d know you were frustrated. 

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. His eyes glanced up and down your body, attempting to pinpoint what was going on with you. 

“Nothing, I just don’t feel well,” you lied as you spit out the toothpaste and wiped your face with the nearby hand towel. 

“Sure,” he said, turning on the hot water in the shower before stepping inside to clean himself. Sighing, you departed from the room and sat down on your bed, running a hand over your face. You knew that you had to end things with Ryan because it wasn’t fair to him to be with you when your heart wasn’t in it. He deserved someone that wanted to be with him and could give it their all. At this point in time, that person wasn’t you. You laid back on the bed for a few moments before pushing yourself up to get dressed for the day.

On my knees, I'll ask

Last chance for one last dance

'Cause with you, I'd withstand

All of Hell to hold your hand

I'd give it all, I'd give for us

Give anything, but I won't give up

Cause you know

You know, you know

“Trust me, Y/N, he is still madly in love with you.” You were on the phone with Kylie, Travis’ sister-in-law, and she was reassuring you that despite what Travis had told you mere hours before, he wanted to be with you. Based on what Kylie had told you, Trav had called Jason that morning to let him know that you’d reached out to him last night for the first time in months. It sounded like your demeanor, the sadness and brokenness you felt had made an impact on Trav. 

“Even if he is, he has a girlfriend, Ky-,” you said. Before you could say anything more, she cut you off mid-sentence.

“One that we haven’t met and that he hides from Donna and Ed,” she pointed out, her voice unamused. You tilted your head to the side when she said this because that was rather strange. Travis was always so eager to show you off to his friends and family. He took every opportunity that he could to have you on his arm for events, or sitting right beside him when he went to other sporting events. When his family was going to have get-togethers, Travis made sure that you were able to come along with him. To hear that he wasn’t doing the same thing with his new girlfriend was odd, to say the least. 

“It doesn’t matter, Kylie. He said that there’s no us, and he’s right. There isn’t. I shouldn’t have called him when I was drunk last night… I just… I missed him so fucking much, and instead of feeling better after that phone call, I hung up feeling even worse.”

“I know, Y/N/N. I know. But I can promise you that he feels the same way. It might just take him time to come around. He thought that once you left him, that was it and he’d never have another chance with you again. So, this is him trying to move on. But now that he knows there’s a chance he can get you back, I know without a doubt he’s going to jump on it,” Kylie encouraged softly. You appreciated her more than you could say. Even after your breakup with Travis, you remained close with her, Jason, and the girls. She was like an older sister to you.

“I guess we’ll see, Ky. Thanks for calling,” you mumbled, hanging up the phone a few moments later once she wished you a goodbye, too. 

Earlier in the day, when Ryan had gotten out of the shower, you had a short conversation with him that things between the two of you weren’t going to work out. He didn’t try to fight for you or even seem that upset, mentioning that you’d seemed more distant the past few days. It helped that you two hadn’t been together all that long. The more you thought about it as he packed up his things to leave, you realized that your connection with him was purely physical. He was a nice distraction, but what you felt for him wasn’t love. It never would advance to that, either.

 A knock on your apartment door drew you out of your thoughts, and you quickly pattered over to the front door. You assumed it was going to be Ryan, figuring he may have forgotten something when he left the morning. To your surprise, it wasn’t Ryan. Instead, it was the one person you desperately wanted to see, while at the same time, it was the one person you never wanted to see again. Travis.

“W-What are you doing here?”

I love you

I loved you all along

And I miss you

Been far away for far too long

I keep dreaming you'll be with me

And you'll never go

Stop breathing

If I don't see you anymore

A million thoughts were swarming through your head as the muscular six foot, five inch man stood towering in front of you in your doorway. The most prominent one being why the hell was he there. You’d never given him your address, so how did he find out where you lived? Why was he standing there when he told you not even twenty-four hours ago that there was no you and him? Why was he standing there if he had a girlfriend?

“I fucked up. I’ve fucked up so many times lately. I should’ve ran after you, drove after you as you left me that day. I should’ve been open and honest with you last night. The truth is, baby, I miss you. I want you back,” Travis rattled off quickly, his eyes desperately searching yours to try and see if he could read what you were thinking. You were sure it wasn’t that hard to do because you began crying, but this time, it was tears of joy and not heartbreak. 

Travis stepped forward into your apartment, wrapping his thick arms around your body and pulled you into his chest. “It’s okay, baby. Shh,” he whispered, burying his face into your hair. 

Home. You were home in his arms. For you, home wasn’t a physical place. It was wherever Travis was. You could be in a dilapidated house with rats crawling around and you’d still feel at home if Trav’s arms were holding you tightly against him. That’s how you’d always felt with him. He was your safety, your protector, your best friend, the love of your life. Your home. 

“Trav…,” you cried quietly, your much smaller arms moving up to wrap around his neck. You pressed your nose against the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Your eyes immediately began to flutter closed, feeling your body visibly relax for the first time since you’d left him. Nothing had ever felt right without him. Nothing would ever be right without him. “W-What about your girlfriend?” Honestly, the last thing you wanted to think about was her, but you had to know. You didn’t want to aid in him cheating on someone, even if all you could think about was being with him. 

“I ended things this morning. I couldn’t sleep last night. Seeing you breakdown because of me was the most heartbreaking feeling in the world, Y/N. It broke my heart that I was the reason you were crying. I shouldn’t have told you I didn’t want to be with you… because that’s all I’ve fucking wanted since you left.”

You pulled your head back so that you could look up at him, searching his eyes for any hesitation. You found none. Leaning in, your lips pressed against his chapped ones as your heart began to speed up. Words escaped you as you felt his body against yours for the first time in months. Your arms looped around his neck, clasping your hands behind the base of his neck. Travis pulled away after a few moments and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, baby girl. I always have. You will always be the only one that I love. I want you to come home.”

So far away (So far away)

Been far away for far too long

So far away (So far away)

Been far away for far too long

But you know

You know, you know

Happy tears sprung to your eyes and you jumped up into Travis’ arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I love you so much, Trav. I would love nothing more than to come home to you,” you whispered, feeling his lips on top of yours once again. You weren’t able to get out any more words before he used his foot to slam the door closed behind him, shuffling over to the couch in the center of the living room. Laying you on the cushions delicately, he wasted no time in looping his thumbs beneath the waistline of your leggings and panties, pulling them down your legs. His chest settled against the fabric of the couch while pushing apart your legs, draping them over his shoulders. His mouth connected with your pussy, dry lips encircling around your clit. He darted his tongue out and flicked your sensitive bud back and forth, groaning at being able to taste you once again. His pointer finger slipped inside your core, your wetness already coating his digit. Soft moans were bubbling through your throat, unable to help the sounds leaving you. No one that you’d been with had ever compared to Travis. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew just what to do to get you going.

Travis curled his finger inside you before slipping a second into your pussy, humming around your clit to send vibrations throughout your body. Your heels dug into his broad shoulders, one hand moving down to rest against the top of his head while the other tangled in your own locks. “Please, baby, I need you,” you whined, not caring what an absolute mess you sounded like right now.

“Patience, baby girl,” he chuckled darkly, flattening his tongue as he slid it between your folds. A gasp parted from you, and your legs fell slack to your sides to give him even more access. He slid his tongue inside your heat, lapping at the juices that were already falling out of your core. Trav’s large palms wrapped around your thighs, digging his thumbs into your fleshy skin. He pulled back breathlessly, placing wet, hot kisses against your inner thighs, leaving marks every few pecks. “You’re mine, baby. Mine,” he growled possessively, licking over the bruises that were already forming on your skin. 

“Trav, baby, please. Please give me your cock,” you pleaded, arching your back as you instinctively ground your hips against the air. The lack of heat on your pussy caused you to groan, digging your heels harder into his back. His usual icy blue hues were dark with desire as he met your eyes, and he nodded. Pressing one final kiss against your entrance, he pulled back and stood up, quickly ridding himself of all his clothes. Trav hovered above you, nearly ripping your shirt and bra off your body. His lips wrapped around your left nipple, while his left hand groped your right breast, flicking your nipple back and forth, both with his tongue and nimble fingers. At the same time, he instinctively moved his cock between your slick folds, your juices coating his rock hard cock. It had been far too long since he’d felt your tight, dripping walls clenching around him. 

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. I’m never gonna let you leave me again,” he promised, his swollen lips moving up to yours. Your lips connected together in a heated, passionate kiss, tongues clashing together messily. Your nails moved to his back, running your nails down his skin. You didn’t care if you marked him up, too thankful and in pure bliss to give a fuck. Plus, you secretly always liked marking him because you knew his teammates would give him shit about it. 

Travis bucked his hips down, successfully parting your walls so that his cock could enter your pussy. You both gasped audibly, the sensation being something you both had missed equally. You clung to his body, resting your face in the crook of his neck. Your legs looped around his waist, guiding his lower half closer to yours. You didn’t want any space to separate you, wanting to feel every inch of him. His hair drenched chest pressed against yours, and for what felt like the millionth time in the past day, tears leaked down your cheeks. Only this time, it was happy tears. You finally felt as if you were home. 

Neither of you spoke any words, the emotions and physical connection being more than enough to articulate what you both were feeling. You rested your forehead against his, your orbs locking with his blue ones. “Do you want me to cum in you, baby? Have you missed feeling daddy filling you?”

You whimpered and nodded meekly, already feeling your body going limp from all the pleasure that was raking through your body. Travis knew exactly what he was doing by using that god damn nickname reserved for the bedroom, and as much as it infuriated you, it also had you craving him even more. You squeezed your walls around him, pressing your nails into his shoulders as you began to rock your hips against his. Travis began to snap his hips quicker, harder, more sporadically against you, slipping one hand between your bodies so that he could press his thumb against your clit. He rubbed it hard, fast, and with no remorse, guttural moans echoing off the walls from the both of you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your legs beginning to shake while your toes began to curl. 

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy,” he encouraged, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He watched as you reached your peak, admired you as your entire body shook while you orgasmed. His praises were being whispered into your ear, telling you what a good girl you had been for him. Moments after your own release, Travis released his hot, white seed into your pussy, growling your name animalistically. He pumped his seed into you, collapsing against your body once you both came down from your highs. Both your bodies were covered with a thin line of sweat, not that either of you had a care in the world right now. As you came to, you took in a deep breath while gazing up at him. 

“What, baby?” he whispered, placing a breathy kiss behind your ear. 

“I just love you.”

“I love you more, baby girl.”

I wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed

I need to hear you say

That I love you (I love you)

I loved you all along

And I forgive you (I forgive you)

For being away for far too long

So keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me, and never let me go

Keep breathing

'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it

Hold on to me, never let me go

It had been two months since that night, and you and Travis were back and stronger than ever. You had packed all of your belongings up almost instantly, following Travis back to his… well your house. And you hadn’t looked back since. His family was delighted when they learned you two were back together. You and Trav had made the decision to surprise his parents at his next home game. It had been difficult to keep the secret from Kylie and his mom, but thankfully, you had both been successful. 

Donna and Ed had arrived at the game together, and you were already in the booth with Britt and Sterling. The team and their wives and girlfriends were thrilled when Travis had revealed you two were together again, noting that Trav hadn’t been the same since your breakup. The revelation made you sad, but also made you realize that you both completed each other, in a way that nobody else would be able to. When Donna opened the door to the booth and saw you, she instantly shrieked out in happiness. You rushed toward her and gave her a warm hug, both of you sharing tears of joy. “Are you and Trav…?” she asked, trailing off at the end of her comment. You nodded happily, giving her another warm hug as an answer. Ed had the same sentiment, giving you a fatherly hug while noting that he thought Travis had seemed different in the past few days. 

While you waited to go down to the field to wish your boyfriend a good game, Donna Facetimed Kylie, who started jumping up and down in delight. “How dare you keep this from me?!” she asked, feigning anger. It was clear to everyone around you that she was joking and couldn’t be happier. You promised her that you and Trav would catch up with her and Jason later that night after the game, which was a promise she made sure you kept by Facetiming you not even five minutes after you and Trav arrived home after the game. 

When the fans saw you down on the field awaiting your pregame hug and kiss with Trav, the stadium erupted in applause and excitement, the crowd chanting “Kelce.” It was clear to you that Trav was confused, but as soon as he saw you on the sideline, he realized why the crowd was so pumped. His happiness was radiating off him, and everyone there could tell that he was displaying a happiness he hadn’t yet shown all season. When he came over to you, your arms folded around him. “I love you, baby. Be safe and have a good game,” you whispered against his lips, holding his face with one of your palms for slightly longer than necessary. 

“I love you more, baby girl. My good luck charm. My world. My everything. My home.”

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So fluffy!!!

“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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Lordy me.

—tell me, daddy, it's yours

summary: travis returns home from an away game and you just can't wait to get him back into bed with you.

warnings: smut (18+ only, no minors), slight possessiveness, use of daddy kink, size kink, slow sex, semi-rough sex, doggystyle, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering, pussy eating, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, aftercare

word count: 2119

notes: title taken from the song gorilla by bruno mars. this is basically pwp what can i say. again likes and reblogs are very much appreciated 🫶

Nothing felt right when Travis was away. He was home more often than not, but the few days he went to another state for a game, always felt like torture. You promised him you would be fine at home by yourself, but then you always missed him too much and just wished his was home already.

Every time he had an away game, you usually spend most of your time between the couch and the bed, wearing his jersey and wanting nothing more than to be back in his arms. Thankfully today was the day he was travelling back home and you were laying in bed when you heard the front door open and close. It was late and you really should be asleep but you just couldn't, not when you knew he was coming home so soon. The flight wasn't long and you had called him before he left, him letting you know how long he would be. He told you not to wait up for him and just to get some rest, but you heard him dump his bag by the couch before the bedroom door slowly opened.

"Hey baby.. you awake?"

"Mmhm.."

"I'm going for a shower.. I'll be back in 15 minutes, okay?"

"Okay."

He left the door slightly open, walking down the hall to the bathroom. The fifteen minutes he was in the shower for, felt like hours. You just wanted him back in bed, his arms wrapped around you while he kissed all over your face until you were giggling and pushing him away from you. He's always over affectionate when he gets back from an away game, like he's just letting go after a stressful time away, playing in a stadium that's not home.

You were still wearing his jersey, and even after months of wearing it, it still smells of him. It became a comfort item for you whenever he was away, just slipping it on and instantly feeling warm and safe.

Eventually the bedroom door opens again and you don't look at him until you feel the bed dip beside you. Opening your eyes, you see him staring at you, eyes crinkled and a massive grin on his face.

"Hi baby.."

"Hi.."

You scooted across the bed, snuggling into his arms as he kissed your forehead. You buried your head in his neck, and shifted slightly to straddle his thigh. One of his hands found your waist, and rubbed your skin with his thumb, his face turning inwards to kiss your cheek. His beard stubble slightly scratched against your skin and you swore you could almost cry from how much you missed it.

"You miss me or somethin'?"

"Lil' bit.."

He just chuckled, squeezing at your hip. He dipped his head slightly, lips pressing to your neck for a brief kiss. You adored his affectionate side, the side he saved just for you when you were at home together. He was still affectionate to you if you were ever out in public together, but he didn't go overboard with it, saving the best part for when he had you alone. You knew his love language was physical touch and he showed that every time you were in bed, or cooking dinner while he had his hands on your waist, swaying with you while you stirred something in a pan.

"Missed you too.."

He mumbled against your skin, hand squeezing at your waist again. You tried not to make any noise but he heard you softly whine against his skin, his hand now sliding across your lower back to hold your other hip.

"How badly did you miss me, hm?"

"Couldn't help myself while you were away.. but it's not the same without you.."

He tightened the grip he had on your waist, slowly pushing you to grind up and down his thigh, the hem of his shorts bunching up to give you more friction than you were expecting. Your hands moved to fist his t-shirt, gripping onto him as you felt yourself already close to an orgasm. Travis moved his hand that wasn't on your waist, down to the drawstrings on your shorts that were tied in a knot around your waist. He made quick use of his fingers, undoing the knot and pulling your shorts loose, before his hand delved under the waistband. One of your hands immediately went to his wrist, grabbing on as you felt his fingers run through your folds, causing you to almost go limp against him, whimpering into his neck.

"I got you, baby.. I got you.."

He started rubbing circles against your nub, your hand gripping tighter around his wrist. He stopped briefly for a second, then you felt his pinky and index finger spread you open, allowing him to slowly plunge his two middle fingers knuckle deep inside you. All the while he was leaving soft kisses over your neck, listening to your little whines and whimpers against his skin.

"Doing so good for me, baby.."

You moved your hand that was gripping at his wrist, to tug at the waistband of your shorts, trying to rid yourself of them. He got the hint, pulling his hand from around your waist, helping you tug them off, while he still had two fingers inside you, slowly sliding them in and out of you every so often. You were almost already completely spent, feeling your legs tremble against him as his fingers pushed you to your first orgasm of the night—you knew he wouldn't let up after an away game and you had to prepare yourself for more than one tonight, maybe even more than two.

He slid his fingers out of you and just as he was about to wipe them down on an old t-shirt discarded on the bed, you grabbed his wrist, taking his fingers into your mouth and licking them clean.

"Shit.."

He locked eyes with you as you took his hand from your mouth, his mouth hanging open slightly. Once you had let go of his hand, he wasted no time in sitting up slightly, hand grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss, almost bruising your lips from how hard he kissed you.

You pulled away first, catching your breath, but only for a second before he lifted you off his thigh, letting you kneel down on the bed beside him. You tried to turn to watch him get up but he faced your head back with his hand, moving to kneel up behind you. His hand moved to your back and gently pressed you down, face squashed into the pillow as you moved your hands up to grab onto it.

"You tell me to stop and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay.."

"Okay?"

"Okay.. Daddy.."

You turned your head to breathe for a second, mumbling out a response to him and out the corner of your eye, you saw him smile and nod, acknowledging that he understood you. Then you felt the head of his cock run through your folds and your whole body went limp again, moans muffled into the pillow. You heard him grunt through his teeth as he pushed himself inside you, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he seated himself fully inside you. He moved his hands to your hips, squeezing gently before hearing a soft exhale leave your lips, a satisfying sound that gave him the green light to keep going.

He was going slow, making sure you felt everything he was giving you, thriving off the squeaks and whimpers you were eliciting from your slightly swollen out lips.

"Y'aint satisfied until you're all filled up, huh?"

He only heard you whine into the pillow and decided that wasn't enough for him. His hand was then in your hair, pulling you up off the mattress slightly.

"I said.. y'aint satisfied until you're all filled up, huh?"

"No.."

"'Atta girl.. who's pussy is this, baby?"

"Yours.."

"Hm? Who's?"

"Yours, Daddy.."

"Good girl.."

He pulled out of you and thrusted back in, slamming his hips against you as you spoke. He was purposefully tiring you out even more, making sure you were absolutely spent and satisfied when he was done with you. He moved his hands over your hips every time he slammed his hips against you, his thumbs rubbing into your skin. One of your legs gave way and started to shake, but Travis caught it and put it back in its place, holding onto the back of your thigh. You leaned more into the pillow, pushing your body forward and trying to pull yourself off of him, trembling as the wave crashed over you. But he pulled you right back, hand wrapping around your stomach.

"Hey, hey.. I got you.."

You whine out, hips jerking back against him until you heard him hiss through his teeth.

"Keep doing that, fuck.."

Your movements were sloppy but you tried to almost fuck yourself back on him and his grunts and deep groans were his way of telling you it felt good.

"You feel so good, baby.. I got it from here, it's ok."

You sighed out, holding onto the pillow again as he slammed his hips forward, skin slapping on skin. You knew he wouldn't let up after two and was clearly trying to coax another orgasm out of you—and he's still got his own release coming as well. But you could tell he was close, some of his thrusts becoming sloppy. Then he started to slow down again, pulling out to the tip before pushing back inside, his hips grinding against you as he's full to the hilt inside you. He just stops for a moment, letting you feel all of him inside you, feel just how big he is inside you and finally letting you try to adjust to his size. It was almost putting you to sleep, and you'd let him if he wanted to, you'd let him fuck you right to sleep. You were already tired before but he's making you completely worn out and exhausted, his cock driving into you at just the right angle.

He kept going at a slow pace, his movements gentle and soft now, while his hand brushed the hair out of your face and turned your head so your cheek was on the pillow.

"Hey baby, you got one more for me?"

"Mmhm.."

He brushed his thumb over your cheek, before returning his focus on his thrusts, slow and steady, until he felt you tremble against him. He cooed at you, encouraging you to let go and relax into it. You had to turn your head back into the pillow, grinding back against him and trying to work your way through your third orgasm of the night. His hands massaged over your hips, working you through it until he heard you sigh and watched your body go limp. He pushed into you one more time, groaning before pulling out, spilling himself over your back. He huffed out a shaky breath, before standing up and walking to the bathroom, adjusting his shorts on the way there.

He returned with a cool towel, wiping you down and cleaning you up. As he did so, his hands occasionally squeezed at your hips, or massaged up your back, trying to push all the knots out your body. He tapped your hips twice, indicating for you to turn over, which you did. He tugged your shorts back up your legs, before tying the drawstring back into a knot. His hands then moved up and down your legs, watching you smile and close your eyes, settling into his movements.

"You okay?"

"Yeah.. I'm all good.."

"Wasn't too much?"

"Never.."

He grabbed the towel, throwing it in the laundry basket before he got back into bed, laying down on his back. He pulled you back over his chest, hand scratching at your scalp through your hair. You were already half asleep, but he knew every little thing to get you to fall asleep completely.

"Thank you.."

Travis looked down at you and smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly.

"You're welcome, baby.. now go to sleep, okay?"

"Mmhm.."

You pulled off him to turn around, letting him move behind you, arm wrapping around your stomach to pull you in against him. You felt his lips across the back and sides of your neck, gently kissing across your skin. There was no sexual undertones in his kisses, just pure adoration—it was his way of getting you to fall asleep. Soon, your eyes fluttered closed and Travis felt you drift into sleep, smiling before he dropped his head to the pillow, slowly falling asleep himself.

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This is so cute!!

Could you write a Travis kelce one shot where the chiefs win the Super Bowl and he proposes to his gf? Thanks.

Take TWO- my kiddo deleted my entire first draft of this when I was 95% finished. 🤨🥸 not gonna lie- draft 1 was better.

The noise of the crowd seemed to fade out as the final seconds of the Super Bowl ticked down. There was a field goal mid-air, whizzing directly into the center of the pylons, a distant sound of cheering rang out, and you realized it might have been your own voice screaming.

Tears pricked your eyes as you ran towards the field, shoving your field credentials into any guards face that dared to stop you. This moment marked your boyfriend, Travis, getting his first Super Bowl win.

You stormed the field, standing on your tippy toes, trying to see your boyfriend over the sea of people. Him being tall didn’t help much- almost all of the other players were tall, too. Finally- you felt a hand grasp your shoulder and pull you around. You jumped, collapsing into Travis’s arms. You stayed this way for several minutes, both of your eyes overflowing with tears.

“I am so fucking proud of you!” You screamed.

He smiled, leaned back with a new glint in his eye that you were certain was simply the look of being a Champion. He set you down, grasped your hand, and you prepared to follow him through the field to do all of the necessary media requirements. However, he didn’t move. He looked you square in the eye as he got down on one knee. Somewhere behind him, his brother, having been in the stands with you the entire time, shuffled a box from his pocket and hastily launched it towards your kneeling boyfriend.

“Oh my god!” You whispered, eyes filling even more. “You had that the WHOLE TIME?!” You screamed towards Jason.

Travis laughed, “babe, I love you so much. The best days of our lives are ahead of us and I want nothing more than to spend all of them with you. Will you marry me?”

“YES!” You shouted, jumping onto the crouching Travis before you, tackling him to the ground.

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Kinktober Day One Prompt: Getting Caught

A Travis Kelce x Reader Fic

Warnings: Smut, Language, Masturbation (F)

A/N: This is really "almost getting caught" but I wanted to run with this idea lol

You propped your phone on the dresser, stepping back to make sure you had a good angle toward your bed. You hit the record button, before turning to the mattress. You took a deep breath, carefully crawling toward the headboard.

You didn't know why you were so nervous. You had no problem being vulnerable and sexy in front of Travis; in fact, you thoroughly enjoyed it. Its just that you really didn't have to do much when the two of you were together, once he laid eyes on you, it was only a matter of seconds before he had you naked.

Your relationship was still fairly new, only a couple months in, and this was the first time you had a boyfriend that was away this often, and there were many things you had to get used to, including finding creative ways to keep your sex lives interesting.

When Travis suggested that you send him a couple of sexy videos while he was on the road, you immediately said yes, but now that you actually had to do it, you were having second thoughts.

You ran your hands up your bare things, tickling your skin as you let out a small whine, deciding to pretend the camera wasn't there, and you were alone, masturbating as you had done many times before. You reached over to your nightstand drawer, pulling our your vibrator. You knew exactly the speed you wanted, turning it on before you gently grazed it over your covered pussy, shivering at the sensation.

Any nerves were quickly replaced by the need to get off, and quickly. You shed your panties, flipping them off of your ankle across the floor. Your legs fell open, exposing your sensitive core to the air. You unhooked your bra with one one hand, tossing it onto Travis' side of the bed. You were sure you looked frantic on camera, but at this point you didn't care.

"Mhm", you moaned, slipping two fingers into your mouth to lube them up, gently dragging them through your folds before you took over with the vibrator, positioning it over your sensitive clit. Your body moved instinctively, writhing over the sheets as you felt your core begin to tighten, your hips moving in circles to match the pulsing of the toy.

"Oh shit", you whispered, tweaking your nipple between your fingers, heightening your sensation, your toes beginning to tingle as you worked toward your orgasm. Your noises were explicit as you turned up the power on your vibrator, feeling the muscles of your pussy begin to pulse, seconds away from releasing. "Oh Travis", you called his name over and over, imagining his broad body towering over you, repeatedly driving into you with his full length.

Your breaths began to quicken as warmth pooled in your stomach, feeling the need to pee as you turned up the intensity once more, orgasming in seconds, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you squirted over the sheets.

"Holy fuck!" You panted, not realizing you had that in you, weeks of pent up sexual frustration leading up to one of the best orgasms of your life. You took your time coming down from your high, gently caressing your breasts and inner thighs, extending the pleasure you felt from your fingertips to your toes.

You gingerly got up from the bed, and grabbed your phone, saving the video to the cloud before you sent it off to Travis with nothing more than a suggestive smirk emoji.

You hid your phone for the rest of the night, your anxiety getting the best of you, but when you awoke the next morning, you expected to see a bunch of texts from Travis, maybe a couple of missed calls, but your phone was bare. The Chiefs won their game last night, and Travis was usually running on adrenaline after the game and would crash as soon as the team got to the hotel, but you were expecting some sort of response, a wink emoji at the very least.

You spent the rest of the morning keeping yourself busy, a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach that maybe Travis wasn't as turned on by you as you thought, making you question his attraction to you at all.

"Babe, I'm home." Travis dropped his bags by the front door, and made his way to find you, finally locating you in the kitchen. "Hi", he whispered, leaning over to kiss you as you stood at the kitchen sink but you backed away, rejecting his advances. Travis furrowed his brow as he watched you aggressively dry a plate, your face stoic.

"Something happen this weekend?", he asked, taking a sip from a protein drink. You let out a humorless laugh, leaning against the counter to face your boyfriend. You had planned on brushing the whole situation off, but now after seeing him again, you were still just as hurt.

"I don't know, you tell me." You were snippy with him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We won the game, but something tells me that's not what has you upset." He was really searching his memory to think if he could have done something to piss you off.

"Nothing else eventful happened, let's say yesterday night?" You felt the heat climb up your neck, starting to get really pissed off.

"Not really, we went to dinner as a team, and then I crashed at the hotel." Travis scoffed, remembering something. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out his phone. "I accidently dropped my phone in the shower and damaged it. Had to get a new one this morning."

Your stomach dropped to your feet at Travis' words, your face going pale.

"Wh-what happened to your old phone, Travis?", you questioned. You grabbed at his phone and quickly searched his message log, realizing that nothing had been transferred over yet. "What's the problem? I can afford a new phone babe", Travis chuckled, not realizing the urgency of your question.

"Travis, what did you do with your old phone?!" You realized you were yelling but didn't care at that point.

"I gave it to Alex to back up so I can get everything transferred over to the new phone, he should be doing it now. Babe, what's going on? You're starting to scare me." You quickly left the kitchen, ignoring his questions as you headed to Travis' office. You searched his drawers for Alex's number, finding it scribbled down on a post-it note. Travis stopped you before you could dial him.

"Babe, stop. Tell me what's going on."

You turned to him, taking a deep breath before you spoke. "Last night, I recorded a uh- sexy video for you, and it's on your old phone."

'Wait, how sexy?" Travis raised his eyebrows in question.

"Let's just say your assistant is about to be very familiar with my anatomy. Like intimately familiar." You glanced back at your boyfriend, Travis' jaw clenched tight in anger. "We need to fuckin' call him right now." You nodded in agreement, pressing call on your phone.

"Hey, Y/N. How are you?" Alex cheerfully answered the phone.

"Hey Alex. I've been better. Listen, Travis told me that you're backing up his old phone. Please tell me you haven't gotten to his messages yet." You held your hands in prayer, waiting for his response.

"Not yet, is there something in particular I should be looking for?"

Travis shoved you over to get closer to the phone. "Alex, if you've seen my girlfriend naked, you're fired." You shoved his chest, shocked by his reaction. "Alex ignore him, of course you're not fired. I just need you to stop what you're doing and bring Travis' phone over to his place as soon as you can. There are some things on there that are for his eyes only." You let out a sharp breath, realizing you were most likely in the clear.

"Yeah, sure, and I promise Travis, I haven't seen anything. Just a lot of your selfies." You burst out in laughter, Travis less amused. "Yeah, just get over here ASAP."

As soon as Alex brought Travis' old phone over, you hooked it up to your computer, downloading all of his old messages to your hard drive. "Wait, I wanna see the video." Travis noticed you were going to delete the file.

"Hell, no. You're lucky if you get a picture of my ankle after this disaster."

Travis helped you up from the chair, sitting down before he pulled you down in his lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. "I wanna see it. I'm sure you look fuckin' amazing."

"You know, I actually thought you that you watched the video and hated it." You chuckled, hiding your face in your hands. He guided your face to look down at him. His voice was low and slow, so you could properly hear him. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman ever", you blushed at his words, "and you know exactly what you do to me." His gaze traveled to your lips, gently kissing you, his hand cradling the back of your head.

"I mean if you wanted to, we could make our own video right now, something to christen that new phone of yours." You whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

"Ok, but don't think I'm gonna forget about this. I still wanna watch it." He playfully patted your butt as you ran upstairs, Travis making sure to send your video to his new phone before he followed you to the bedroom.

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This was the first Travis fic series I ever read and it sparked some inspiration for me to write my own stuff!

Love it!!

The Assistant - Travis Kelce Pt. 5

Kelce x Reader

Word Count: ehh, not sure

Summary: ...

You've been staying with Travis for a week and a half. You weren't originally planning on staying this long, but Travis got you to agree to staying just 3 days and then he upped it to a week and now you've agreed to stay with him until you can start walking again.

You've still been working as his assistant, but only doing around 1/3 of your original duties. Even though Travis lived in a huge house, you were starting to get tired of being pent up.

You were used to constantly being busy, whether you were doing something for Travis or something for yourself. You weren't used to having this much free time and it was starting to get to you.

Maria walked into the living room, "Do you need anything sweetie? I'm going to start cleaning upstairs."

"No, I'm okay. Thank you Maria." Maria was Travis's maid and the one of the sweetest ladies on earth. Travis asked Maria to stay with you full time when he was at practice, since he wasn't comfortable leaving you alone.

She was constantly checking in on you making sure you didn't need anything.

You threw the book you were reading onto the couch, not even bothering to mark where you left off. It's not like you were far, considering you couldn't make it past the 4th page.

This was the 5th book you had read since staying at Travis's and although you were a fan of reading you couldn't find it in yourself to read anything today. You tried watching a show earlier, but even that was boring. So was tik tok and every other social media app.

You'd finished a puzzle Travis had in his house, realizing you were not a fan of puzzles.

You felt stupid for being bored in a house with endless things to do, but you just weren't used to being so still, you were a busy body.

Travis was due to be home in an hour and then Maria would be going home, you liked when Travis was here. He was pretty fun to hang out with and he would tell you about his practice and different things he would learn about his teammates.

But today you were kinda dreading talking to him. You had been waiting for your bill from the hospital to come, but it still hand't. You were having your neighbor check for you and she hadn't seen anything in your mail, from the hospital.

You decided to call up there today, only to find out that it had already been paid for. You knew there was only one person who would've and could've been able to pay for it.

Travis had already agreed to cover some of it, but you didn't want him paying for all of it.

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Maria left as soon as Travis got home. You were waiting in the living room when he came into the house. "Hey, how was your day?" He asked, dropping his bag on the floor.

"Fine, how was yours?"

"Good, exhausting." He sat down on the opposite end of the couch you were currently sitting on.

"Travis, I have to ask you something?" His eyebrows furrowed and he turned to face you.

"Ok..."

You sighed, "Did you pay for my surgery? I called KU medical center and they said it was already taken care of."

He bit the inside of his lip, "Yea, I covered it."

"I thought we agreed that you were only covering the portion I couldn't. I didn't need you to pay for the whole thing." You were frustrated, that he went behind your back.

"I didn't think it'd be a big deal. I have the money, so I figured I'd help you out." Travis didn't see anything wrong with what he'd done. He was only trying to help you out and make your life a little easier.

You grabbed the check out of your pocket and handed it to him. "Here, I'm paying you back." He got up from the couch and dropped the check in your lap.

"I don't want it." He simply stated, before entering the kitchen. You got up to follow him. Just as you were about to speak he cut you off, "Want anything to eat? I was gonna make some pasta."

"Travis." You frowned, leaning on your crutch.

"Y/n" He frowned, mimicking you but not for long because he broke out into a laugh. "I'm sorry," He said bending over and holding his stomach as he laughed, "I just can't take you seriously over this."

You didn't bother answer, opting to glare at him instead.

After he calmed down he saw you were still pissed. He sighed, getting serious again. "Please, let me pay for this. It's my way of saying thanks, for everything you do. You're a huge help to me and I honestly don't know what I would do without you."

"Travis, this is a lot of money. I just don't feel comfortable with you spending that much on me. Not to mention everything else you've done for me. Like you literally have given up your room for me." You weren't used to people being so generous and you didn't know what to think.

"If it helps its like pocket change to me." He joked, before heading back over to the walk in pantry. He came out a few seconds later, with a box of pasta in his hand.

"Doesn't help." You quipped, getting onto the stool as the kitchen island.

This was becoming a regular routine, you keeping him company while he cooked dinner. It was nice, you enjoyed it more than you cared to admit.

Plus Travis was a surprisingly good cook. "I don't know how I've been living without your food for this long." You said after swallowing a bite of his pasta. "You should go to jail for depriving me of your cooking skills."

He smirked, happy that you liked his food. After you guys were done eating Travis cleared the table, while you picked out a movie to watch.

He plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, "What are we watching"

"Den of thieves, I heard it's good. It has ice cube's son in it I think." You pressed play and pulled the blanket Travis had on his couch over you.

Travis enjoyed the movie and turned to you when the credits started to roll. "Good pic-" He stopped when he realized you were already asleep.

A small smile graced his lips, at the sight of you curled up on his couch.

He gently called your name, trying to gauge if you were truly asleep or just 'resting your eyes'. This wasn't the first time you'd fallen asleep during a movie and each time you always insisted that you were 'just resting your eyes'.

When you didn't respond, he realized you were clonked out. He debated over what to do. Should he wake you up? Leave you on the couch? At least it was a comfy couch.

He opted for carrying you to your room, hopefully without waking you. He carefully gathered you in his arms, and while you did stir a bit you never fully woke up.

He was half way to your room, when you nuzzled your face into his chest. His heart stopped as he looked down, to realize you were still sleeping.

Your hand was clutching his shirt, as he carried you the rest of the way. He gently set you down in his bed, on top of the covers. He went to his closet and grabbed a blanket, placing it over you.

He quietly left his room, turning off the lights and shutting the door careful not to wake you.

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