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bellarkeselection · 3 months
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It’s About Time
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Request from Wattpad mackleann Kayce or Lee ( you pick ) where the reader is a family friend who comes to help with the cattle branding. The pair confese their feelings and get teased by the bunkhouse gang
Driving my truck underneath the Yellowstone Dutton ranch sign I pulled the vehicle to a stop just beside the main house porch. I opened the door seeing that the area of the ranch was already set up for the branding the next morning. Getting out of the truck I shut the door seeing somebody riding up in the distance. “Well I didn’t expect to see you here this weekend.”
Whipping my head around a huge grin masked my face seeing Kayce coming up to me on his horse. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”
“Maybe because I thought you’d be busy. But I am awfully excited to see you.” He began dismounting his black horse comic over to me with wide open arms.
Rushing towards him I laughed, throwing my arms and legs around his waist. “You better be excited to see me, Dutton.”
“Hey I said that I was you crazy rascal.” He chuckled at me while I was hanging off his arms. Kayce was struggling to keep me from falling on the ground.
I had been a close friend of the family for years. I had been there for the family when Evelyn died and when Kayce had gone off to serve the Navy. I had somewhat of a relationship with each of the Dutton members, but Kayce and I were closer. He finally sits me down on my feet getting my boots dirty. “You better be nice to me. You know I can kick your ass.”
“Oh yeah. Which one of us has training?” He teased me, tipping his hat slightly to me.
Putting my hands on my hips. “It doesn't matter. I know how to throw a punch pretty good.”
Kayce stared down at me since he was slightly taller than me. Honestly most people would say we were always attached to the other hip. And it wasn’t a lie. I’d basically lived my entire life on this ranch.
Kayce went over to his horse leading him to the barn by the reins. “Does my dad know you’re coming here this weekend to help with the branding?”
“I’d expect so. Why did you have plans to skip?” I asked him to follow him to the barn.
He shook his head. “Nah. But your company will sure make it better.”
Together we left the barn and went straight for the main house. He held open the door for me, hanging his black hat on the wall while doing so. Walking through the living room there was a fire going and I could see someone sitting on the couch. “What made you stay out late? Daddy told Gater to wait.”
“Well it wasn’t because he wasn’t hungry. He just had someone keeping him occupied.” Leaning over the back of the couch hair in my face I whispered in his sister’s ear.
She sat her glass down, turning around to me. “Did you finally take her out there in the barn?”
“Beth!” I scolded her, feeling my face beginning to turn red.
Her younger brother cleared his throat. “We aren’t dating and you know that.”
“Rip and I may have beat around the bush when we were kids. But he knows he’s mine. Everybody on this ranch knows who is with who. You two ain’t any different.” She crossed her arms on the back of the couch.
Tapping my foot on the wooden floor I tried to remain calm about this. I didn’t need it to be painfully obvious that I had feelings for him. I didn’t want to ruin the relationship we have if he doesn’t feel the same way. But Beth had a different mind than everyone else. She knew what words could sink someone into the ground. “I’ll think you’re wrong. Now did you say Gator had dinner?”
“Walking away just means we will have this conversation later, Y/n.” She called as I walked into the dining room.
Pausing in my tracks I holler back to her. “No it doesn’t, Bethany!”
Kayce eyed his sister but had nothing to say to her. He dropped his hands down at his sides. The young Dutton knew he felt something for the girl who walked around his family home like she was always meant to be there. Maybe because he’d seen her around his whole life. She had always been a Dutton in his eyes.
“Kayce, I’m going to have dinner in the bunkhouse. See if I can beat those boys at poker if you want to come with me.” I called from the kitchen, grabbing my jacket and a to-go bag of food that Gator made for me.
He turned his head in my direction. “Yeah sure I’ll come.”
“Don’t have too much fun you two.” Beth chuckled at the two of us watching us leave going to the bunkhouse.
By the time we had got to the bunkhouse we could hear them yelling and half the alcohol was almost gone from the fridge. Sliding in on the empty seat next to Ryan he smiled in my direction throwing his desk of card’s down. “Look who decided to join the party. The future mr and Mrs. Kayce Dutton.”
“Oh not you guys too.” I rolled my eyes not expecting them to be on it with Beth.
Colby fixes the deck, dealing me and Kayce each a hand to play in their new game. “We can’t help it if you make it so obvious.”
“What’s obvious?” Jimmy asked from his bunk.
Teeter, who was fixing herself some dinner from Gator spoke up, removing the spoon from inside her mouth. “They clearly want each other just like I know my baby wants me.”
“I am not your baby.” Colby replied to her.
She smiled, turning back to her food. “Stop lying to yourself baby.”
“I didn’t think you had a thing for her, Kayce. I just thought you two were really close friends.” Jimmy entered the conversation.
I moved my gaze to the center of the wooden table not saying a word. Shifting the deck of cards in my hands I really wanted them to stop with the teasing. But Jimmy clearly couldn’t read the room correctly, bless his heart. “We are really close and that’s all.”
“But they are burning to be more.” Ryan made a kissing sound into my ear.
Kayce hit his fist on the table. “Will you stop talking about that!”
“Ohh he’s getting all embarrassed.” Jake, another ranch hand, joined in pointing his index finger at him.
Kayce hit the table again. “I swear the next person who teases us will see me fly over this table.”
Jake, Colby and Ryan about lost their shit at that statement all cheering like he had just admitted he had feelings for me when he really hadn’t. Raising my hands up I sighed finally saying something. “Can we just get back to the game?”
“She’s still avoiding the moment.” Jimmy spoke up.
Kayce raised himself up to his feet stomping over to Jimmy. He grabs him by his shirt getting in his face angrily. “That does it! What did I say a few seconds ago, Jimmy.”
“Woah, when did poker become violent?” Lloyd came out of the bathroom shortly after Walker did. Both confused at what was going on here.
Forcing myself up from my chair I stomped over to the fridge throwing it open. “Cause I apparently can’t get a beer around here with all these gossiping girls dressed as cowboys.” I mocked them for drinking almost half the bottle of beer I had taken from their stash.
“Well then let’s start this card game.” Walker sat down in my chair and thankfully there was no more conversation like that when Kayce let go of Jimmy. He left the bunkhouse leaving me with the boys and Teeter for the rest of the night which made me think maybe they had gotten underneath his skin over something.
The next morning was crazy for everyone even though we had everything set up. Coming out of one of the tents we had set up I halted in my tracks seeing the blonde that had hit a rock after an animal protest talking with him. Summer I remember her name to be. “I don’t think this place is right for you.”
“Oh don’t worry. Once I get out of here I will leave. Besides I can sense somebody doesn’t care much for me being in your company.” She turned her head slightly seeing that I was glaring at the pair.
Kayce turned his attention to her, quickly walking away from her side. “See you around, Summer…what’s got you so angry?”
“I’m not angry over anything.” I crossed my arms over my chest.
He tilted his head. “Really cause you won’t make eye contact when you’re angry. You also hug your arms to your chest when you’re angry. So what made you upset?”
“I think I should be asking you that more than you asking me after what happened last night. You bailed on me Kayce, why?” I questioned the young rancher trying to figure out why all day but nothing came to mind.
He blinked a few times with silent passing between us. “I didn’t like what they were saying about us.”
“It was just teasing right or do you have feelings for me?” I blurted it out letting my curiosity get the better of me when it came to what he thought.
Kayce stepped closer to me reaching up with his hands to cradle my face. “I didn’t like the teasing because I wanted to be the one to tell you myself. But now I say fuck it.”
“Kayce-“ He cut me off short, pressing his lips down onto mine and after that point everything suddenly stopped. Throwing my arms around his neck I brought him closer, deepening the kiss.
He moved one hand into my hair tugging on it a few times. I moaned into the kiss, finding this is better than I could have imagined. Like we were always supposed to be like this together. “I told you, boys.”
“Wait a second.” I broke the kiss recognizing Beth’s voice.
Kayce kept one hand on my wrist when I remained close to his chest seeing that Ryan and Colby were standing off to the side with her. “What the hell did you have them do?”
“We bet her ten bucks that the teasing last night wouldn’t work.” Ryan reached inside his jacket handing her some money.
She took it from his hand proudly walking past us to go find Rip. “They lost obviously. It’s about time you two finally saddled your horses together.” Kayce and I shared the same shocked look but shortly laughed with huge smiles on our faces at the well thought out plan she had achieved.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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dameronscopilot · 1 year
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I don’t know anything about Yellowstone besides it’s yeehaw cowboys…but I’m gonna assume someone needs to do bookkeeping. And I just would love your thoughts on someone lucky enough to be doing the books along with keeping some cowboy’s cock nice and toasty warm.
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kayce dutton x f!reader
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18+ — thigh riding, cockwarming, p in v
"Kayce," you whine, the pen nestled between your fingers clattering onto the surface of the kitchen table as the man beneath you shifts in the chair you're both seated in.
"Hmm?"
His chin rests in the gentle curve between your shoulder and neck, stubble scraping against your soft skin as he lifts his head to nose at the corner of your jaw.
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Admittedly, when you ran into Beth Dutton in town and caught up with her over coffee a few months back, you hadn't expected to find a job less than a week after moving back to Montana—as a bookkeeper for the Yellowstone, nonetheless.
And you definitely hadn't expected your years-old, dormant attraction to her younger brother to come flaring back to life the moment you ran into him—literally—on the house's familiar, old covered porch.
You'd felt a little pathetic at the time, realizing just how quickly you'd taken stock of the empty expanse of skin where a wedding ring used to sit as Kayce reached a hand out to steady you, catching the papers that slipped from your arms in the process. But the embarrassment swiftly transformed into something else entirely, because despite John's gravelly warning to the gaggle of ranch hands and their wandering eyes not to bother you during your weekly visits (in which you were to sift through years worth of questionable paperwork and eye-watering numbers galore), one particular cowboy deemed himself exempt from his father's words.
Somewhere in between quietly shared coffees as you poured over the mess of books and impromptu trail rides when Kayce cajoled you into taking a break when the furrow between your brows had grown too deep, you found yourself working out of the foreman's cabin that he was living in, rather than the living room at the main house.
At first, it was for the quiet. No interruptions from people coming and going, bustling about.
But it became something else entirely when Kayce brushed a kiss across your cheek in the doorway as you clutched your car keys in your hand one night.
When you found yourself pressed up against a wall days later, his breath fanning across your lips before he leaned in to slot his mouth over yours.
When Ryan and Walker both tried their damndest to flirt with you while you were saddling up horses in the barn, thus delaying your plans to ride as Kayce cornered you in an empty stall after they left with a tick in his jaw. The annoyance had quickly faded as you kissed him though, his mouth hot on yours, hands tightly grasping your hips as you shamelessly rode his thigh until you were whimpering against his lips while you trembled with your release.
When your work was all but forgotten the following week after you playfully swiped his cowboy hat off of his head and put it on yours, paperwork sliding off of the coffee table and fluttering to the floor as Kayce fucked you right then and there on the couch.
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So the position you find yourself in now has now become a regular occurrence—the skirt of your dress bunched up, panties pushed aside, Kayce's cock nestled thickly in your wet heat as he slides down one of the thin straps resting on your shoulders, lips feathering kisses along your shoulder blade you're in the middle of working.
You can't say you don't love the challenge of trying to pick your way through millions of dollars worth of transactions while your body blisters with periodic tremors of pleasure at the feeling of your cunt clenching down on Kayce's shaft as he patiently waits for you to finish.
Sometimes you're able to get it all done.
But other times—
"Baby..." he murmurs, hips rolling upward as his teeth graze the sensitive spot at the back of your neck.
"I'm almost done."
A sound of protest leaves his lips. "Finish it later."
"But—" You gasp slightly as he pulls downward on your hips while he presses deeper inside of you, the feeble argument dying in your throat.
"Please."
And all it takes is the subtle gesture of you pushing aside the paperwork for you find yourself being lifted up and bent over the table as Kayce nudges your thighs further apart before sinking right back into your dripping folds.
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rhettabbotts · 1 year
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handle the heat - ryan (yellowstone)
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pairing: ryan (yellowstone) x fem!reader
summary: ryan finds your vibrator and teases you about it. based on this ask i received. tysm for the request <3
w/c: 1.6k
warnings: 18+ only. use of a vibrator on reader. dirty talk. slight degradation. overstimulation. slight age gap (not mentioned).
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Ryan wouldn’t consider himself a particularly nosy person. His curiosity would just get the best of him occasionally.
It would get him in trouble sometimes. He would poke around until he would see or hear things he definitely did not want to hear.
He didn’t mean to snoop around your room, he was just trying to occupy himself while you got the wine glasses. He looked at the pictures you had sitting on your dresser; one of you and your mom when you were a kid, one of you and Teeter from high school, a picture of your childhood dog. Your vanity held all of your makeup products and perfumes.
He sat on the edge of your bed, picking up the picture you had framed on the nightstand. It was from your third date – a blurry picture that you took as you leaned across the console of his truck. You had his cowboy hat on and the cheesiest grin on your face. That was nearly four months ago, which he could hardly believe.
When Teeter told him she had a friend moving to Montana, he groaned. Not another Teeter, someone he could barely understand half the time. But then you walked into the bunkhouse and he swore his heart nearly came out of his throat. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The complete opposite of Teeter. Where she was loud and unapologetic, you were meek and non-confrontational. He never understood how you and Teeter of all people were best friends but when he saw the two of you together, it made perfect sense.
It took a few months of dancing around each other before he finally asked you on a date and the rest is history. It has been the happiest time of his life. You brought out the best in him, you always made him laugh. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear you step into the room.
“Whatcha doing with that, cowboy?” You asked teasingly. Wine bottle in one hand, glasses in the other. He returned the frame to its spot on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“About how I’m the luckiest man alive,” Ryan expressed. He made his way over to you, hands settling on your hips. You sat the wine and glasses on the dresser before wrapping your arms around his neck, fingers twisting in his curls.
“You’re a sap, Ry. Will you light that candle over there while I pour the wine?”
“Trying to set the mood, huh?” He said, cocking an eyebrow as his lips curved up into a smirk. You rolled your eyes and nudged him away, turning your attention to the drinks. You heard Ryan going through the drawer in your bedside table, searching for the matches most likely before he went quiet.
“They should be in the-” You stopped speaking as you faced him and saw he had your pink bullet vibrator in his hand, an unreadable expression on his face. You felt your entire body flush at the way his dark eyes stared deep into yours.
“What do we have here?” He asked, voice dropping an octave. It had that slight rasp to it that always made your thighs press together involuntarily.
“Ryan… That’s-”
“Oh, I am well aware of what it is, sweetheart.”
The quiet buzzing sound of the vibrator being turned on made your body jolt slightly. Ryan hummed and studied the machine in his hand, playing with the settings and looking up at you when he made it to the highest one. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and he hadn’t even touched you yet, he was still ten feet away from you.
Ryan stalked towards you slowly, testing the waters. Giving you enough time to stop him. But you didn’t. You weren’t going to.
As he stood in front of you, he pressed the vibrator against your collarbone. He slowly dragged it down your arm before going back up again. You weren’t sure if it was the tension in the room or the rapid vibrations, but your whole body was beginning to shake.
“Wanna play a little game?” Ryan asked in a low tone, his breath washing over your heated face.
“What kind of game?”
“Wanna see how long you can last while I’m using this on you.”
Ryan started circling the vibrator around one stiffened nipple, causing you to mewl and grip at his shoulders. Your knees weakened as he continued his ministrations to the other breast.
“Lay back on the bed, baby. Pull that pretty dress up.”
Your feet carried you to the mattress, your mind in a hazy state. Ryan’s eyes followed your every move, his gaze locking onto that spot between your thighs as you did as he instructed. Your underwear already had a wet spot that was noticeable even in the low light of the bedside lamp. His lips twitched into a smug smile.
“Already soaking through your panties. What are we gonna do with you?” His question was slightly condescending. In the months you had been together, you had been learning what each other likes. Turn ons and things you’d never want to try. You had mentioned offhandedly that you wouldn’t mind him to be a little mean, teasing you and using degrading words. And you knew from the way his eyes were squinting slightly, you knew you were in for it.
“You okay with this, honey? If it gets too much, we can stop at any time.”
“M’good, Ry. Really good.”
He braced one knee on the bed to lean over you, lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. His tongue teased at your bottom lip, but pulled away before you got the chance to deepen it. He pressed firm against your sternum until your back was flush with the bed.
Ryan turned the vibrator back on, this time with the lowest setting. He repeated his actions from before, starting at your jaw and working his way down to your breasts. He didn’t spend as much time there before he continued down the length of your body.
He teased along the insides of your thighs, biting his lip as that wet patch grew with every passing second. Your legs shook, whimpering and pleading for him to touch you where you needed him most.
“I bet you use this all the time, don’t you? Such a dirty girl.”
He pressed the tip right against your swollen clit through the cotton of your underwear, turning it up a couple of notches and relishing in the way your back bowed and your knuckles turned white against the comforter.
“Ryan- oh god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” Your hips bucked into the sensation, searching for that friction you so desperately needed. He wasn’t having that. He turned the vibrator off and gripped your cheeks firmly before you could protest.
“You’ll take what I give you, understand?”
“Mhm,” you mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good little slut.”
Ryan patted your cheek lightly before returning the vibrator to your clothed pussy. You bit your lip to stay quiet, to suppress your pleas. He moved it between your lips gently, barely applying any pressure. He turned it up again before prodding at your dripping hole through your panties. It makes your eyes roll back and a guttural moan escape your throat.
“I bet you wanted me to find this, didn’t you? You weren’t really hiding it. Listen to you whine so prettily. Can I take your panties off, baby?”
You nodded eagerly, raising your hips in anticipation. He pulled them down slowly and you felt a flush run over you at the way they stuck to your cunt.
Ryan groaned at the sight of your glistening heat. He spread your thighs impossibly wide, opening you up for him.
“So pretty… and so, so wet.”
“Ry- sir, please.” You pleaded, voice nearly unrecognizable to your own ears.
“Shh, honey. I’ll take care of you.”
He turned the vibrator on to the highest setting once more and pushed it inside you without preamble. Your hand shot down between your legs to grip his wrist, your head thrown back in blinding pleasure.
You let out a shriek of what you only assumed was his name. You weren’t sure what you were babbling at the moment. He alternated between the speed of his thrusts and the speed of the vibrator, keeping you right on the edge. His graying curls fell out of place and onto his forehead, his once bright blue eyes impossibly dark as he watched the way you clenched around the toy.
“Sir, I’m- oh fuck- I’m so- I-“ you whined pathetically.
“Yeah, you gonna cum? Do it. Cum for me, sweetheart.”
It overcomes you in an intense way. Galaxies explode behind your eyelids, you feel like you’re floating and drowning simultaneously. You can’t stop your whole body from trembling as Ryan slows his movements. A satiated feeling washes over you and you’re trying to control your breathing as you come down from your high.
Ryan presses a soft kiss to your burning cheek, gently massaging your hips as your body jerks involuntarily.
“So good for me. You okay? Was that too much?” His voice was laced with slight concern at your silence.
“That was- Ryan, that was- I don’t even have the words. You’re so fucking hot, oh my god.”
Your fingers tangled in his curls as you pulled him into you, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent. He pulled your dress down to cover you, a sweet gesture compared to what he just did to you.
“I really didn’t mean to find it. You gotta put those matches somewhere else.”
You laughed at his statement, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I’ll remember that next time,” you said as you moved him to mold your lips to his in a passionate kiss.
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countrymusiclover · 7 months
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Next Thing You Know
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Kayce and the reader are more than best friends now. They’ve had to become full time parents too. That is no easy task especially with an entire ranch legacy on your shoulders. So everyday in true Dutton fashion they just have to roll with it…to keep the ranch lifestyle and name going. @hcwthewestwaswcn co author 🤗
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Never been a girl for gold
Word Count: 2248 Ship: John Dutton x reader Summary: When John brings the new woman in his life to the ranch for the first time he is in for a wild ride Warnings: use of Y/N, semi canon compliant, non beta read and written by a non native speaker (proceed with caution), cursing, age gap relationship. If I missed something that you think needs taging, please tell me and I am going to add it to the list Author’s note: This is the OS that was inspired by one of two prompts I have received so far (this specific one being sent in by @thebeckyjolene​ ). The complete prompt can be found at the end of the text because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but if you feel better knowing exactly what you get yourself into you can check it out. I would also love to hear any kind of feedback and if you want me to write a OS based on your prompt, my inbox for John, Kacey, Lee, Rip and Ryan is still open, so be my guest.
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The last time John had been this nervous when he drove back from town to the ranch was way back when he was a teenager. Then he feared the wrath of his mother after staying all night at the bar without calling her first. His left hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white and the right one resting on the leather seat curled into a fist, feeling the blood rushing in his ears and his heart thumping against his rib cage. “You okay, love?”, a soft voice pulled him back to reality, feeling gentle fingers wrapping around his hand, uncurling his stiff fingers to intertwine them with hers.  John knew he should keep his eyes on the road, but he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander to the side, being met by the loving eyes of the woman right next to him. A sudden wave of calm washed over him, feeling the comforting way her thumb was stroking the back of his hand. “Yeah”, he replied, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. For the first time in a very long while he felt okay, even more so.  He was genuinely happy, and the reason was sitting right next to him. As hard as it was, he moved his gaze back onto the road, hearing the gentle hum beside him before he felt her inching even closer, resting her head on his shoulder.  Whatever it was that was waiting for him at home, he knew with Y/N by his side, it would be a walk in the park. It only took them a few more minutes until he pulled up on the driveway of the ranch, enjoying watching her take in the place he called home for the very first time as he put the car in park. Before she could get out of the car, he raised their entangled hands, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of hers. “Ready for the lion’s den?”, he asked her, wondering yet again if he should have brought her here, to begin with. John knew his family was difficult and could be a lot, so he worried that once Y/N met them, she’d walk out the door and never come back. The mere thought of losing her was something that haunted him, a life without her being a torturous thought. “John...”, the small chuckle that rumbled in her chest started to melt his fear away. From the moment they had met, he had loved the sound of her gentle voice, the way she managed to give him a sense of home without him even knowing who she was. ” I am a woman working for an NGO, handling oil companies and land developers. I doubt they can throw something my way, I have never heard before” “From your lips to God's ears.“, John pressed another kiss to the back of her hand and took a last deep breath before he got out of the car. He put his cowboy hat on before making his way in an attempt to open the car door for her only to find her already getting out, her eyes glued to some paddocks with the horses munching on their well-deserved hay. He knew that she was a city girl, who had grown up in concrete wastelands, secretly dreaming of adventures as a horse girl one day. John approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll introduce you later. We have to get to the two-legged creatures first”, he murmured, fighting the instinct to press a kiss to her neck. He knew that this public display of affection was enough to get the wranglers' mouths running. He didn’t need to give them even more reason to gossip.  “I hold you to that promise, cowboy”, she replied, turning around in his hold before she leaned in for a quick, chaste kiss.  “I know”, he retorted, the chuckle falling from her lips making his heart flutter in his chest. How a single human being could hold so much power over him was beyond John, but with her, he didn’t mind. His arm wrapped around her waist again, hand on the small of her back to guide her over to the main house. He wanted to get over with this initial introduction as quickly as possible.  It was like a band-aid. The longer he’d waited, the more painful it is to pull it off.  With his hand hovering over the door handle he looked over at her once more, wanting to make sure that she was really ready for this.  “Ready when you are, cowboy”, she replied to his silent question, entering the house with him.  “Beth? Kayce? Are you here” “We are in the kitchen daddy”, he heard his daughter call, following the voice with Y/N beside him and instantly regretting the fact he hadn’t asked them to come to the living room. There were too many weaponisable things around the room for his taste and he knew Beth’s temper. She wouldn’t take this very well.  “Why did you want us to come here? Is anything...” Beth started, stopping mid-sentence as she saw her father entering the kitchen, a woman only half his age glued to his side.  “Going on”, she finished, gaze wandering over the other woman, like a predator sizing up its prey. John knew that look all too well and he was secretly happy that Rip was standing right behind his wife, knowing he was just as much on alert as John.  "Kayce. Beth. Rip. This is Y/N", John introduced the woman beside him to his family, waiting for the reaction of his children. “I knew that there was a gold-digging bitch who got her claws into you. At least now I know the face”, she snarled, leaning over the kitchen counter with the typical Dutton fire burning bright in her eyes.  John wanted to reply to the insult, but he felt Y/N lean into his side, that simple touch enough to make him stop in his tracks and quell his rage. At least for now. “Nah. Never been a girl for gold.”, she retorted, lifting her hand to John's chest, fingers spread on his flannel shirt, making all the eyes fall to the shimmering silver ring around her ring finger. There was no way to deny that this was indeed a wedding band she wore albeit, not a traditional one. With that reveal, Rip got himself ready to hold his wife back and even throw her over his shoulder need be, to carry her back to their cabin.  “I personally prefer silver”, the new Mrs John Dutton added, the air in the kitchen tenser with every passing second.  All men expected a bloodbath once the ticking time bomb that was Beth Dutton would explode, but all there was, was laughter. Roaring and body-shaking laughter, first by Beth and soon after she was joined by Y/N.  Of all the outcomes John had pictured for this meeting, this was not something his mind had come up with.  Using the shock of the men, the women moved around the counter, wrapping their arms around one another.  “My dad is finally showing some taste in his choice of women”, the blonde said in between chuckles as she hugged the other as tight as she could.  “Well, wonders will never cease”, Y/N murmured back, her hold of the other woman growing just as tight.  When Y/N had met John, she had not for a second thought that he and her Beth Dutton had any connection, so to find the woman she considered as close as kin right here in the kitchen was a surprise, to say the least.  “You know each other?”, John finally got out, not sure if he could trust the fragile peace he witnessed.  “Yes. Remember when I told you about the girl from my dorm that was too kind for her own good?", she asked, her arm still wrapped around Y/N as she turned over to her father. It took John a moment to put the pieces together, making Y/N chuckle with the way she almost saw the small lightbulb going off over his head. " Yeah, Rose. But her name...", he started, confusion written over his face. "Never said it was, daddy"
The rest of the introduction went smoothly.  Y/N even met Tate when he came home from school and the boy insisted on showing her the barn and introducing her to the horses, especially proud when she called his beloved mare the most beautiful of them all. The boy even promised to help her once she was ready to get on horseback herself. A lot would change for her now that she was here. So many new things to be learned and surely mistakes to be made, but whenever she felt like stumbling, John was right there to catch her. With the hustle and bustle of the ranch slowly dying down, Beth and Rip retired to their cabin and Kacey was getting Tate to bed, so Y/N finally had a chance to sit down on the porch, take a deep breath and watch the beautiful sunset.  John had been right when he called this place heaven on earth and the thought that he had invited her here, to share this beauty with her for the rest of their days made the smile on her face grow wider. "This day was interesting...", the voice of John pulled her back to reality, making her look to the side where he stood in the doorway, walking over to her slowly before sitting down right next to her. "True... but it was good. I love this place. And your family", she said, snuggling closer into his side so he could lay his arm around her shoulder. "As of today, it's yours too..." "You are right. Our family" Hearing her say that made him smile, pulling her even closer to his body as his eyes wandered over the soft hills in the distance. The silence that fell between them was a comfortable one, but John couldn't help the question that had lingered in his mind since he learned who she was.  Back when he first laid eyes on Y/N at the counter of the bar in Bozeman, he had felt foolish for even thinking he could have a chance with her. Not just because of their age gap, but also because he had seen what looked like a beautiful engagement ring on her finger... "A penny for your thoughts" "I just thought back to the night we met...", he began, taking her hand in his and lifting it to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand, "The most beautiful woman I had ever seen sitting alone at the counter. Still not sure where that stupid bravery came from to approach you...", he told her, his fingers playing with hers while a giggle fell from her smiling lips. When Y/N met him she had just moved to the state, starting a new job with an environmental protection organisation and her place was still filled with boxes she desperately longed to escape that night.  "Like, mustering up the courage to sit down next to you was one thing, but seeing that ring, I almost didn't talk to you", a little chuckle rumbling in his chest, "You have no idea how relieved I felt when you said it was a gift from your best friend", there was a question hidden in that statement and Y/N knew it, so she tangled her fingers with his, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "When I got the admission to university I was excited. I always wanted to work for an NGO and make the world a little better, so getting a chance to lay the foundation for that was thrilling and exciting. But there was this guy in my class. He was the picture-perfect stereotype. A misogynistic, rich white boy and dumber than dirt who got a legacy admission. I loved my courses and all, but he made it... difficult", she started, knowing that she was safe in her husband's arms while he felt anger boiling in his veins.  "I had this flatmate and she was... practically a tornado with skin", a smile played on her lips as she remembered meeting Beth for the first time. "When the guy turned from annoying to creepy, she had the idea to play into his bullshit and she got me a ring...", Y/N reached for the leather band around her neck, revealing the ring she wore every day since she got it. A silver snake as the band, crowned by a rose. "A reminder that even though I am a delicate flower, I'd always have a serpent who would fight by my side if my thorns weren't enough", she chuckled, remembering how an off-handed joke about a Lady Lady Macbeth quote turned into a physical representation of their very unlikely friendship. The silence that fell between her and John this time was different, the air heavier between them. "I know I already made you a promise today, but I'll make you another...", he began, resting his hand on her cheek to make her look into those green eyes that had bewitched her from the first moment she saw them, his forehead gently resting against hers, "As long as you are with me, you’ll never need these thorns"
OG Prompt:  I was wondering if I could request a Yellowstone imagine where John Dutton brings his newlywed wife back to the ranch and introduces her to everyone and that the Reader and Beth are best friends!
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keep-the-wolves-close · 7 months
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Steady Heart
(Spotify playlist link in the title)
When a sudden death happens at the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch, Stella Daniels is forced deeper into the world of her employer, John Dutton. It’s much further than her experience from just working with the horses and being an extra wrangler when needed. Now Stella, her brother Ryan, and her best friend Kayce; her employer’s youngest semi-estranged son, have to navigate finding their place within the ranch’s not-so-clean dealings and the challenges that come their way.
Chapter 1: Bad Things Are Comin’ | Chapter 2: Deep Stays Down | Chapter 3: Me and the Devil | Chapter 4: Let There Be Cowgirls and Glasshouse Children | Chapter 5: Diggin’ a Hole | Chapter 6: The Devil Takes Care of His Own | Chapter 7: Lucky Seven | Chapter 8: The Hand That Feeds | Chapter 9: Change on the Rise | Chapter 10: Pick Me Up | Chapter 11: Meet and in the Morning | Chapter 12: Heaven in Hiding | Chapter 13: The Devil Never Sleeps | Chapter 14: Hollow Crown | Chapter 15: Every Bird that Flies | Chapter 16: Down | Chapter 17: Muddy Waters | Chapter 18: What Comes Naturally | Chapter 19: Overtime |Chapter 20: Better Bad Idea | Chapter 21: Shameless | Chapter 22: Take it out on me | Chapter 23: doomsday | Chapter 24: when the party’s over | Chapter 25: Or Was It 26 | Chapter 26: The Hard Way | Chapter 27: Sound off the Sirens | Chapter 28: Achilles Heel | Chapter 29: Trouble | Chapter 30: The Warning | Chapter 31: Hunting Grounds | Chapter 32: Destiny | Chapter 33: How High | Chapter 34: Bridge Over Troubled Water coming soon!
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munsonownsmyass · 1 year
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Summary: The loss of Lee causes you to return home to the Yellowstone. Things have changed, but one thing that remains the same is the love you have for Ryan. Will you finally have your happily ever after?
Warnings: Fluff, pining (so much pining), bad pick up lines, idiots to lovers, kissing, SMUT! 18+., mentions of violence (it is Yellowstone, after all).
Notes: Yeah, so... Apparently I work best when I make small AU's, so here's another one. Reader is a Dutton, recently returned home to the Yellowstone.
Reader has a name. Annabelle Dutton. I'll only use it like 3 or 4 times, buts it's necessary for the story. But she will still be a reader insert with no description.
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Part 1: Love brings you home
Coming soon
Part 2: You've always been mine
Coming soon
Part 3: A day to remember
Yours and Ryan's first date doesn't exactly go as planned.
Part 4: Forever be my always
Coming soon
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ericaand · 1 month
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i am so sorry for the comment i left, i was jus too excited!! no seriously though, i apologize. but since your taking requests for Kayce Dutton…
I would love it if you could write a bsfs to lovers??
Like maybe reader grew up on the ranch with the Duttons bc she had some connection to one of the ranch hands or jus was bsfs with one of the Dutton siblings so she became Kayces bsf. Maybe he and Monica split up or they were never together (you decide) and maybe some SERIOUS AMAZING TENSION WITH THE BEST LOVE CONFESSION😍
again, thank you! and i’ll keep requesting as long as this writers block is here bc i need me and love me some Kayce!!
Seriously had a ton of fun writing this. Enjoy, and send MORE! Please.
Pairing: Kayce Dutton x Fem!Reader
Words: Almost 2k.
Warnings: slight mentions of blood. underage alcohol use. That's about it.
"You know, I hate how much I care about you." Kayce's eyes burn into yours, scanning from right to left continually.
He balls his hand into a fist and speaks through clenched teeth, "Because I know..."
He pauses, loosens his stance, and hangs his head sighing, "I shouldn't."
Earlier that day:
Driving down the familiar driveway, you began to reminisce on all the time you spent on the ranch as a child. With each spin of your tires, the car filled with dust; the smell taking you back to a time when things were easy, and playing with boys was just that: playing.
You hadn't returned to the ranch since your best friends, Kayce and Monika, married. It was too much. Too much pain. Too much hurt. Too much love.
In fact, you weren't even sure you could consider them your best friends anymore. Now, they were each other's best friend. And you? You were just the third wheel now. Sure, you talk to Monika on occasion, mostly through texting. But even that hadn't happened in months. There hasn't been any contact with Kayce at all. Except for the occasional grocery store visit. But even then, it's not like it used to be. Your hellos now feel hollow. But at least the goodbyes don't hurt as much anymore.
You weren't really sure what to expect when you got to the ranch. You knew John and Beth, and Rip would probably be happy to see you; you never really saw them at all anymore. The ranch hands were always fun to spend time with. But now, it feels different. Now, the childhood magic has drifted away, not just from the ranch but from you.
You continue to drive, spotting the tall white silo. Instantly, you're envisioning three little kids chasing after each other, round and round the silo. The side of your mouth curves into a smirk.
You put it in park and take a deep breath, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. When you've conjured up enough courage, you step out and make your way toward the corral. Your steps are slow, hands in your back pockets, head down; until you hear someone yell.
"Y/N! That you?"
You look up to see Rip, slowly trotting over to you with a smile. You tilt your head and smile with a shrug.
"Well, I'll be damned! If it ain't little Y/N." He swings his leg around the horse and graciously hops down. He wraps his arms around you, as you wrap yours around his waist.
He grips your shoulders and pushes you away from himself. "Let me get a good look at ya." He clicks his tongue a few times as he shakes his head.
"You look just like your momma. Beautiful. Whatcha doin' here, kid?"
"Well, looks like you and your boys are obviously starving." You say sarcastically, waving your hand toward the horse corral. "You're lookin at the new Dutton Ranch chef. John called me a while back and asked if I could come help out while Gator was away. I couldn't turn it down. I mean, who says no to John?"
"I sure as hell don't." Rip lets out a quick breath. "See ya later, kid. Can't wait for dinner. I always miss your mommas cooking."
You make your way to the house slowly, letting the wind flow through your hair. You stop dead in your tracks when you spot the small circle of Adirondack chairs in the front yard.
You recall it being the last weekend of summer, all those years ago. A soda bottle filled with whiskey from John's stash was being passed around between the three of you. The fire gently lights the faces of your friends. All that was heard was the crackling, the laughter, and the crickets.
"Dance with me?" The boy with dusty blonde hair reached his hand out to you. You took his hand as he delicately helped you out of your chair.
You draped your arms over his shoulders, as you began to sway slowly. Although the musk of whiskey was strong, you could smell faint bits of his cologne; pine began to fill your nostrils.
"I've gotta pee!" Monika shouted, stumbling toward the house.
You rested your head on his chest as you both continued to sway in sync, his hands resting on your hips.
"This is so perfect, Kayce. I don't want it to end. The stars. The fire. You." You mumbled.
Kayce stopped moving and lifted your chin with his finger. "What?"
"You heard me." You smiled.
Kayce slowly began to dip his head down, until you both heard Monika assert herself by asking when it was her turn for a dance. Kind and caring Kayce pulled you back into a hug and kissed the top of your head, barely whispering, "Me neither."
"You gonna stand there all day? Or are you gonna come cook some supper?" Someone hollared from the porch.
You blinked to reality, seeing John leaning on one of the stone pillars. You smiled as you began to walk towards him, him now walking toward you.
"How are ya, darlin? We sure have missed seeing you around here." John says, pulling you in for a hug. "I'm sorry about your Mom. She was my favorite chef, you know. Well, you might change that."
"Thanks, Mr. Dutton. I missed it here, brings back a lot of memories though." You spoke into his chest.
"Its John, especially to you. You know that. Where's your stuff?"
"It's, uh, in the truck. Should I -" He cuts you off.
"Eh, well have Rip grab it later. Let me just show you where you'll be staying real quick."
John escorts you up a log staircase and to one of the bedrooms. After informing you where everything was, he motioned for you to follow him to the kitchen. Nothing had really changed in the Dutton home. Maybe some updated furniture, but that's about it. You almost felt like it was a time capsule.
The kitchen was small but extremely functional. You walked through, gently grazing your fingers across the beautiful stove. You turned to meet John's gaze.
"Things have changed a bit, but this will work for you, right?" He asked.
"Absolutely." You said with a smile.
"I'll leave you to it." He said, turning and walking away.
You pulled ingredients from the fridge and various cupboards, chopping and prepping. You began to feel the frustration build in you from not knowing your way around the kitchen. You grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, popped the top, and chugged as much as you could down in one gulp.
You tilted your head back to finish the bottle and turned to put it in the sink, only to be met with another body next to you. There stood Kayce with his back and hands leaning on the counter, smiling cheekily at you.
"Just like I remember." He said.
"Hi, Kayce." You replied, placing the bottle in the sink and going back to the stove.
"You know, I thought I was seein' a ghost." He laughed. "What're you doing here?"
Not taking your eyes from the stove, you replied. "You're looking at the new chef. I'm filling in for Gator while he's gone."
He nodded with pursed lips. "Well, I'm gonna go get washed up."
You turned and nodded with a smile, as he began to walk away. Why was Kayce here? Last you heard he was living on the reservation with Monika.
You filled large serving dishes with the meal for the night and began to place them in the middle of the table, in front of John, Kayce, and Beth.
"Enjoy, guys." You forced a quick nod, wiped your hands on your apron, and moved to leave the room.
"Y/N, stay. Eat. Please. You're not just a chef here. You're family." John spoke.
"Oh...okay. Uh, thank you." You said meekly, pulling your apron over your head and laying it over the back of a chair. Kayce slid the chair next to him out and gestured for you to sit. You obliged.
As you sat and ate, everyone caught up with each other's lives and reminisced about the good times that were had years ago. You noticed that your wine glass never seemed to be empty, but you didn't mind. There were a lot of emotions going on, so a little numbness was welcomed.
You couldn't help but notice that Kayce continually touched your shoulder with his, and you seemed to be the focus of his attention tonight. During dinner, you found out why Kayce was here, and not with his wife and son. He expressed that Monika wanted nothing to do with the ranch and didn't feel it was a good place for Tate. She told him she needed space.
As dinner finished, you piled the family's plates on top of yours and began to balance them into the kitchen, only to realize upon standing that you were much more inebriated than you thought. Before you could even stop it, one plate fell right after the other; shattering on the ground.
The tears began to flow, out of embarrassment and fear combined. You quickly dropped to your knees and attempted to pick up the tiny pieces scattered all around. Unknowingly, while picking up the shards of plates, you were also cutting small slices into your hands. You felt hands on your shoulders.
"Y/N? What happened? Stop, stop. It's okay." Kayce shouted.
You stood and brought your shakey hands over the sink, small drops of blood dripped into the basin.
"I thought I could do this. I thought I could come back here. I figured it'd been enough time. I didn't know it would hurt so much. Between everything that happened with you. And now with Mom..." You cried.
Kayce stepped behind you, his chest pressed to your back. He turned on the faucet, took your hands in his, and gently rinsed each finger and cut slowly. You leaned your head back against his collarbone, wincing at the water stinging your nerves.
After he finishes rinsing your hands, he turns you around and blots your hands tenderly with clean paper towels.
"You know, I hate how much I care about you." Kayce's eyes burn into yours, scanning from right to left continually.
He balls his hand into a fist and speaks through clenched teeth, "because I know..." he pauses.
He loosens his stance and hangs his head sighing, "I shouldn't."
You rest your forehead on his.
"Why?" You ask.
You both pull away to face each other, the eye contact almost unbearable.
"Because I fucked up...I fucked up a long time ago. And if I didn't, well, maybe things would've been different." He shook his head and stared out the window behind you. "I wouldn't trade Tate for the world. But I don't know why I didn't just speak up. I didn't want to be with Monika. But we were having a baby, what was I supposed to do?"
"Hey, you did the right thing." You cupped his face in both your hands, forcing him to look at you again. "You were having a baby! What else were you supposed to do?"
"I was supposed to be with you. I wanted to be with you. I love you, Y/N. There's no one else I ever saw myself making a life with." He lamented.
You moved your arms to drape over his shoulders, memories of that night flooding back to you again. In the same fashion, Kayce hooked a finger under your chin to align his lips with yours. Warmth flowed to your cheeks. His lips met yours, soft and tender. It felt like home.
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thebiggerbear · 3 months
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Rip Wheeler Masterlist
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(one shot and 2 prompt responses coming soon)
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imdonnalynn · 9 months
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SHIP SERIES
Beth Dutton / Rip Wheeler Yellowstone (series 2018 - )
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Of everyone on Yellowstone I love these two the most. Their dynamic, their chemistry, they literally feel like they walk in everyday on set and just act themselves with each other their chemistry is that natural, like an old married couple before they were married.
I hope we get the back half of season 5, but at this point it wouldn't surprise me if they end the show with what they have and start fresh with another series (possibly whatever project Matthew McConaughey signed up for?) I've read somewhere that Rip and Beth would definitely be on the other show so they're safe, for now at least.
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pentopaper23 · 1 year
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Yellowstone Prompt One - "It takes everything in me not to call you every day."
Beth doesn’t normally listen to voicemails; she lives by the ‘if it important they will call back’ rule. But his voicemails are the exception, the ones that she keeps saved away so she can listen to them time and time again. Drunken “how was your day ones” are common, just checking in ones are more common, the less common are the dark ones. The ones filled with unsaid words and confessions that really shouldn’t be said over the phone. She doesn’t save those ones, no one else needs to hear the person her father has turned him into or the crimes that the brand binds him to.
Tonight was a confession night. Rip wasn’t a man of many words on a good day, but the slurred words that were replaying from her phone were cutting her to her soul.
“I miss you. I know you don’t want to hear it but I do. It takes everything in me not to call you every day. Baby...I...” his voice cuts off as she hears him take a swig of something. She copies him and takes a sip of her whiskey; she can hear the heartbreak in his voice. “I’m not stupid enough to ask you to come home…but I wish you would” he said before hanging up the phone. Beth sat with her whiskey resting in her hand, her cheek pressed to the cold glass. Making her mind up she downed the rest of her drink and sent a quick text to her drunken cowboy. “Be home soon”
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bellarkeselection · 8 months
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Giving Second Chances
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Wattpad request from Silverose365 Reader is a trouble teen the state is having trouble with so after multiple failed foster families the state calls John. The reader accidentally messed up on a job and gets called out until Rip makes a different choice than her previous foster family's.
John and Rip followed Sheriff Haskell out into one of the barns on the ranch. The three stops in the entrance seeing someone peaking their head over one of the hay bails. John slowly walked forward trying to not scare the girl off that looked to be a young teenager reminding him of meeting young Rip. “Hey there, kid. I ain’t gonna hurt you. Do you wanna come talk with us?”
“Where’s the girl from?” Rip crossed his arms looking at Sheriff Haskell.
He responded to John’s right hand. “She’s been bounced from foster home to another. She’s got a bad streak of breaking the law. I got a call saying the foster system was sending her to him until she bolted. Thankfully she ended up where they we’re taking her. Bringing her to John.”
Lifting my gaze up to the older cowboy guy wearing a tan cowboy hat I watched him bend down to her level. “Are you going to send me back to foster care….I don’t do good in that place. They all say I’m too old and reckless.” I had been moved around where I just started running away every time they sent me back in the system.
“I ain’t sending ya back. My name is John Dutton, what’s your name darlin’?” The rancher asked me offering his hand and I allowed him to pull me to stand up with him seeing another guy by the sheriff that was dressed in black with dark hair and hard eyes staring at me.
I nervously responded back to him. “Y/n. My name is Y/n, sir…what are doing now?”
“You come work for me.” John said looking at the man calling his name so I could put it with his face before he left us in the barn together. “Rip, you’re gonna teach her the way I did you.”
It had been a few months since that day and this is the longest that I have ever been in compared to my other foster homes. Placing a dark brown hat on my head I slide my brown boots on heading to the Yellowstone barn. Throwing a saddle on Lioyd’s horse I started tying it on until I heard one of the bunkhouse cowboys coming over to me. I believe Walker was his name. “It looks like a a cowgirl doesn’t know how a saddle goes on a horse.”
“What…what did I do?” I panicked beginning to twist the sterups and the back sinch backwards before I ran my hands through my hair.
Walker came over on his horse. “You put the saddle on backwards kid.”
“Crap, crap.” I mumbled under my breath quickly fixing it until John came over to me seeing that I avoided his gaze mumbling to myself unknown that he could hear me. “How could I put the entire saddle on backwards. That was stupid. I should have known that.”
It wasn’t the first the older rancher had seen her be hard on herself after she made some mistakes or didn’t be s quick as what the cowboys had told her to do something. And she would end up beating herself up over failing. John just hoped the girl saw that she was a good hand like he did. Because she was almost the same way when he found Rip years ago.
Walking through the barn I nodded to my boss Rip Wheeler who was walking with his horse when he noticed me. He climbed up on his horse addressing in my direction. “Y/n, got saddle Mr. Dutton’s horse. You’ll be riding it today with us to learn how to ride.”
Running inside the barn I took the reins of the boss’s horse tying the rope on the side of the wooden fence. Tossing the saddle over the horse I quickly tied it together. Putting me foot in the stirrups up Rip called my name. “Woah you think you’re forgetting something kiddo.” Shifting my gaze down to the ground I hadn’t noticed my hat fell off during the process.
“Ah shit…sorry sir.” Snatching it up I placed it on my head quick climbing back on the horse knowing he didn’t like wasting daylight and I always followed his instructions as fast as he said them.
Rip had me following behind him where I griped the reins in my hands bouncing with the horse watching the others herding the cattle in front of us. Normally he was leading the pack but not today. “Go herd up the ones on the side that get loose. You got that?” He kicked his horse to go when I nodded in understanding.
Running down the valley I followed after one cafe that got loose leading it back to the group. Staying close to the group another one got loose where I grabbed my rope throwing it over it head trying to lead it back but it just picked up sped. I screamed when it managed to pull me off my horse and I fell into the dirt. “No, no,…ah fuck!”
“Woah girl, are you alright?” Lioyd came over on his horse holding the reins of mine since it ran off towards him so he brought my horse back over to me.
Holding my right wrist I winced when I tried to bend it a little. “I think I just tweaked my wrist a bit….I thought I roped it the right way.”
“You roped it around the neck when it should have been around the waist so he wouldn’t run on ya. Climb back on your horse and help us finish this out.” Rip responded sternly beside his older friend.
Scurring to my feet I put one foot in the stirrup using my left hand to support most of my weight than my right. I should have done better, sir.” I apologize when Rip glared at me watching me ride off with Lioyd figuring that she meant well.
Once nightfall had come and everyone had their horses up for the night I didn’t come down to the bunkhouse for dinner since I was staying in the spare room of Rip and Beth’s house. Brushing my hair away from my face I had banded my wrist as best as I could and put everything I had in the duffel bag foster care had given to me. I just needed to wait until everyone went to bed to run rather then wait till morning already knowing what would happen. I had messed up way more than someone my age should. “I’m too old to get adopted….I will be better off just waiting until I’m eighteen. Only two more years left being someone else’s problem..”
“When I said don’t think you deserve this. I meant it literally but I didn’t you’d run from it.” Whipping my head around I gasped through tears seeing Rip was leaning in the doorway of my bedroom.
Croaking through tears I scooted up against the pillow and headband avoiding his gaze. “How did you know I’d be here?”
“Cause you didn’t come down for dinner and you ain’t missed a meal since the day you came here. You want to tell me what’s going on with you?” He presses on with his tone being both stern but went softer when he could hear me lightly crying in front of him.
Hugging my knees to my chest I buried my face into them sobbing even more when I struggle to get the words out already sensing what he was going to say next. “I’m a screw up here, Mr. Wheeler. I can’t do half the jobs you give me right…I don’t have great confidence even when I put in as much effort as I can. You see me exactly like everyone else does…a reckless teenager who won’t make it any longer in getting adopted. Cause I don’t follow directions good….so you’re done with me. You’re going to send me back tomorrow.”
“Where the hell did you get an idea like that, sweetheart?” He blurted out raising his voice in shock.
Peaking over my knees with my hair in my eyes I whispered back to him. “That’s what every family I have been with does. Why would you be any different to me?”
“Because you are the hardest working foster kid I have seen. You’ve got good manners and put in almost more effort than any of those bunkhouse boys do. And you ain’t any reckless than most teenagers are.” He came over and sat beside me on the bed removing his black hat when he went to take something out of his jacket. He unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “You are a darn good kid, Y/n. I am hoping to help you improve your confidence in time being here.”
Scanning my eyes over the paper in my small hands I couldn’t hardly believe it. “You want to adopt me..but I….thank you Rip.” Flinging my arms around his neck he was taken back not used to seeing me giving any kind of emotion like this.
“You’re welcome, darling. But promise you will still work as hard as you would if you weren’t gonna be my kid.” He hugged me briefly until he made me look in his eyes when he barely broke the embrace.
Nodding through happy tears I grinned up at the cowboy and lead hand of John Dutton. “Don’t worry I will..uh dad.”
Footsteps came down the hallway where we both glanced over over shoulders noticing that it was his wife. “You better call me mom and come eat this hamburger helper otherwise you’ll face the bear.”
“Yes ma’am.” I jumped off his lap rushing down the hallway making it to the kitchen table almost shoving food into my mouth overjoyed to actually have a place to call home.
Beth smiled at her husband when he stood by her in the hallway watching you. “She’s our kid now, baby.”
“She’s our second change at one and I gotta say she’s a pretty good one.” He responded looping his hand with hers giving her a gentle and the pair joined you at the dinner table.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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dameronscopilot · 1 year
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🍑 please can i ask for kayce dutton + size kink?
kayce dutton x f!reader
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18+ — size kink, messy foreplay, edging, unprotected p in v, rough sex, creampie
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"You're gonna kill me, woman."
Gone is Kayce's steady, confident drawl that whispered smoothly in your ear down in the kitchen as his hands wrapped around your waist, fingertips brushing against the soft, cotton material of your new sundress.
His tone is rough now, wavering precariously as his jaw grows more slack with each roll of your hips, pupils unfocused as his gaze flits from your naked form to the ceiling fan that's slowly rotating above.
Kayce's doing his best to be patient, he really is. Despite the fact that his balls are fucking aching with anticipation, heels digging in as far as the mattress will give, and he's nearly drawn blood twice from how hard he's repeatedly bitten his lower lip.
But he'll wait.
He always does.
Because the pool of pre-cum spilling across his chest and his flushed, throbbing cock are worth it, worth this—
He groans, eyes falling shut as you drag your damp folds down his shaft once more. You're so fucking wet, your inner thighs and Kayce's cock and balls are soaked with your arousal, and each time you run your hot core along the creamy, slippery trail of his erection, the slick sound that follows is downright filthy.
You can't help it, this need to rut against him like a bitch in heat. Because the fact of the matter is: Kayce's cock is long and thick, far bigger than anyone else you've ever been with.
And while you didn't particularly think that size mattered much before him, now, the mere thought of the delicious feeling of him stretching you open like nothing else ever has finds you needily clenching your thighs together at all hours of the goddamn day.
"'m gonna come like this if you don't let me fuck you soon, honey," he pants out, callused fingers grasping at your left hip.
It's happened before, because you have a tendency to get more than a little cock drunk sliding up and down on his erection—it just feels so fucking good. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't love edging both Kayce and yourself nearly to brink.
Because when you do finally let the head of his dick catch against your fluttering entrance, that's when he takes charge—
Kayce's quick to flip you over, driving his cock into your cunt in one slick, hard snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt.
"Oh fuck," he breathes out, forehead falling against yours.
You feel so full like this, with the pressure of Kayce's girth stuffed inside of you, body wracked with pleasure as your tight walls clench down on him.
When you're both this keyed up, it doesn't take long for Kayce to drag you over the edge with his deep, rough plunging thrusts as he murmurs, "Come for me."
Kayce's lips slot against yours, kissing you fervently as his climax follows, and you moan into his mouth at the feeling of his cum spurting deep into your cunt.
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Ch 2 - Angel Eyes
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Part 3
Cowgirl’s Don’t Cry
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Y/n's Pov - 6 years ago
Exiting the barn I brushed my hands over the light brown fur of my horse. My hair was in pigtail braids falling over my shoulders as I heard the main house front door open and saw my mother walking up with a bottle of wine in her hand. "You clearly got an attachment to those things from your daddy. You remember what I taught you right?"
"Don't let any man think they instantly get to be with me. Because they are all led by the tail between their legs." I responded to her knowing that she said she would never get back on a horse after the day her mother was killed. She basically hated them unlike my father who hated whenever he had to put one down.
She rests a hand on my shoulder showing me a small smile then motioned her head towards the young ranch hand that I had met in the barn a few years ago. "Seems like he needs a lesson on how to saddle a horse. Go help him dear."
Ryan ran a hand through his hair holding his hat in his other hand somehow getting some of the straps twisted together. "Need some help there, cowboy?" I chuckled standing beside him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Shit yes. I don't know I geezed this up!" He cursed under his breath, clearly frustrated, making me shake my head. He sure had the mouth of a cowboy that's for sure.
Patting his shoulder I quickly noticed his problem shifting the saddle around then gesturing with my right arm for him to move. "Climb on now. You'll notice a difference. Oh and here's a tip for riding a horse." Ryan stared down at me as I explained standing up tall then I lowered myself down on my knees a little like I was sitting on the saddle. "When the horse bounces up, let it stand you in the stirrups and when it comes down sit back in the saddle."
"Seems easy enough." He replied as I climbed up onto my own horse.
"Yeah well see about that, Ryan. I bet you'll be cussing till the cows come home."
Ryan glanced back to the barn eyeing my mother who was smirking in our direction drinking her bottle. "Who is that woman watching us?"
"My mother. Now let's ride." I moved my horse behind his hitting the horse on the butt causing Ryan to grab the reins with it taking off quickly.
"Am I gonna get in trouble for talking with you - oh shit!" He started to ask before I chased after his horse, smirking at his language seeing I was right.
I teased him, feeling the wind blowing through my hair while I kept my pace up with his horse hearing him curse every so often but a smile was forming on his face. "If my daddy heard me talk with that mouth of yours he'd ring me up by the rafters in the barn. Just trust me it will get easier."
Y/n's Pov
Y/N looked at him, having returned to the ranch as she dismounted the horse and took them both to the barn "You didn't do too bad cowboy, but I think you will get the hang of it eventually if you're asking me. You've shown improvement in some things, so you've got it going" She says softly, knowing that he was still trying to get used to being on a horse and riding
Y/N was the same way when she first learned how to ride, but she slowly got the hang of it when Beth and Rip left her alone and she eventually figured out what she had to do and how to do it whenever she was alone and able to focus on riding her horse, Marleigh who was a five year old Mare.
Y/N had always had a passion for the animals, but she also knew that her mama didn’t like the damn things because of what happened with her grandmother but she looked at the cowboy as she dismounted the horse and took the saddle off before she heard Ryan coming up behind her as she was leaning against the stable wall as her hand rested on his cheek when she leaned in and kissed his lips passionately and deeply as she made out with him.
Unaware that her uncle was coming into the barn, but she was too caught up in the moment with her cowboy as she pulled away and breathed shallowly as she looked at him and smiled “I would like to do that more often, if you want to Cowboy” She spoke softly to him.
Kayce’s POV
Heading up towards the barn I could hear a weird sound right before I stopped in the doorway seeing my niece and one of my father’s ranch hands kissing. Normally I didn’t care what she did but I haven’t been around much so something came over me. “What the hell do you think you are kissing my niece, Ryan!” The lair broke away and for some reason he seemed confused.
“I didn’t start the kiss. She did - shit!” He cursed fumbling with his cowboy hat on his head.
Stomping forward I grabbed him by his shirt, shoving him away from her. “You don’t need to be anywhere near her. Go get back to work now.”
“What the heck, Uncle Kayce!” Y/n spun on her feet raising her voice towards me. “I’m not ten years old anymore but I guess you don’t know that since you left with the girl you got pregnant!”
Raising my brows at her statement I could sense my sister's personality breaking through. She could surely rip it to someone if they made her angry enough. “Well would rather your father kick him off the ranch. Because trust me darling, being here is a lot easier.”
“Yeah right!” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest avoiding my gaze.
Ryan shifted his feet through the dirt walkway of the barn nervously leaving us alone. “Uh….I’m gonna go.”
Rip’s POV
Rip saw Kayce dragging his daughter to the house by her ear, he rolled his eyes and stepped down off the porch as he looked at his brother in law. “I suggest you let her go, you ain’t got no right to be disciplining my child when you can’t even keep your son under control. Now let her go, or I will fight you Kayce.”
He says, being protective of his little girl who he loved more than anything and he wouldn’t stand for her uncle to be doing what he was to her as he walked to him and shoved Kayce hard. “Y/N go on inside, you are gonna wait there until i tell you to come outside. Do you hear me.”
He was never harsh on his little girl, and he wasn’t going to start doing so now as he ran a hand through his hair as he talked with Kayce and sorted everything out. “You let that girl be, and worry about your own. I will handle her, you aren’t her parent. I am.” He says sternly, being protective and defensive of the girl he had been raising for 17 years now.
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Open Requests
This is a first for me, but since I am currently falling deeper and deeper into a Yellowstone rabbit hole and I cannot make decisions on where to go with the plot of the fic I am currently working on, this is my official invitation to invade my inbox with OS requests for John, Lee and Kayce Dutton as well as Rip Wheeler and Ryan with a Reader. I take any kind of prompts or scenarios, except pregnancy related things. Also, please understand that it might take a while to get to your request, and don’t be a dick about it.
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