#john dutton x reader

[bellarkeselection]

John dutton and reader in bed after shes taken a pregnancy test " im too damn old for kids " John says " not old " reader says

Seven Morming Wake Up Call

Sliding the bathroom door opened trying to hide the nervous smile across my face. Leaning in the doorway I held a secret pregnancy test behind my back. John shrugged a night shirt over his head and tossed the covers aside and laid down in the bed. “Are you coming to bed, darling?”

“John, what would you say if I told you I had something to tell you?” I asked him not moving away from the doorway.

He slightly sits up against the pillows with his hands in his lap. “I’d say go right ahead Y/n. You know everything about me and I know everything about you. We agreed on no secrets didn’t we?”

“Well what I’m about to tell you is something very big…..Here you go.” Moving away from the edge of the bathroom I felt a nervous twist in the pit of my stomach. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise since I was old enough to know that you could get pregnant the first time you sleep with someone. But I never expected to get pregnant with an old rancher considering John and I haven’t been dating that long.

John blinks his eyes seeing me reveal the test from behind my back and holding it out to him. He slowly takes it from my hands holding it closer so he could read it better. He gulped mumbling under his breath. “You’re joking with me aren’t ya. Did Tate put you up to this?”

“I wish I was, John. But unfortunately no…it’s for real.” Twirling my thumbs I shifted from foot to foot standing at the edge of the bed.

He ran his fingers through his hair sighing heavily and throwing his head back on the pillows. “It’s Seven in the fucking morning…this can’t be happening.”

“John, please don’t say that. Oh geez what are we going to do?” Pacing back and forth I felt my heart skipping a beat a lot faster than it was a few minutes ago. Eyeing my jacket and boots by the door I rushed over scrambling to get them back on and just get out of here before things go worse. Putting my hand on the doorknob I was about to leave until…

John’s feet hit the floor and he gently grabbed my other wrist stopping me from leaving. “Y/n, don’t leave. I mean I don’t mean to freak out here but it’s just - I’m too damn old to have kids in my opinion.”

“Not to me you’re not.” I blurted out dropping my hand from the doorknob and turned around to face him.

The eldest Dutton before me was taken back by my words. “You don’t. But why not?”

“Cause you are an old rancher who raised four kids all on his own. Yes you may have done some things that weren’t great but no parent is perfect all the time. And I don’t want to raise this child on my own if you want to still be with me. So if you’re with me John tell me now.” Clasping my hands in front of me I tapped my foot nervously waiting for his answer.

He steps forward gently cupping my face in his hands kissing me gently. “It may scare the hell out of me but I would never abandon you and this baby of ours. It will be you and me together.”

“Thank you, John. You’ll be a good father I just know it.” Throwing my arms around his neck laying my head against his chest gently. He wrapped his arms around my waist holding me as close as possible being just as scared as I was yet we had each other and that meant we could probably do anything.

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

John Dutton with wife reader. Him being in such a mood that even his children start to tease him and her joining in. Anything at all. Fluff/suggestive. Up to you. Thanks!! :))

With prompts; "Are you really this happy 24/7?"

"Are you really this grumpy 24/7?"

"Are you really this happy 24/7?"

Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206

Exiting through the front door I joined my husband on the old wooden porch swing that overlooked the main part of the property we called our home. He moved one of his arms and laid it back down over my shoulder once I had taken my spot right by his side.

The sounds of nature were the only things we could hear for once. There weren't any of his adult kids running to complain about something or him having to rush off to fight someone who wanted to take the land from us.

I thought we could live in this peaceful moment forever- unfortunately that isn’t the case when it comes to Beth Dutton.

Her car quickly came down the gravel and dust driveway where she parked at the end of the steps. She slammed her car door walking up to the porch seeing me and her father sitting on the swing. “Are you really this happy 24/7?" She bluntly asked the two of us.

I began choking on the coffee I was drinking from one of the kitchen mugs, not expecting that to come from her mouth. “What! Why would you ask that?”

“Beth, I’m allowed to be happy with another woman.” Her father John remarked back at his only daughter.

His only daughter wasn’t exactly happy when he had brought me to the ranch a couple of times for our dates. And she especially wasn’t happy when we had gotten married a year later. I knew why though, it was because I wasn’t her mother. To her I was he step-mother.

We had done our best to be nice to one another but apparently she hadn’t fully accepted that her father could be happy with another woman just yet and we’ve been married for almost five years now.

Beth crossed her arms over her chest. “Come on, daddy. I mean you can’t really be happy all the time with her.”

“Beth!” John grumbled running a frustrated hand down his face.

I held my coffee mug in both hands, nudging my husband with my elbow in a joking manner. “Oh come on, John. You don’t have to fake being happy with me.”

“Y/n, I’m not faking it.” John shifted on his side of the porch swing so that he was directly facing me.

I tilted my head to the side knowing I could tease him for a little longer before he would figure out that I was entirely joking with the love of my life. “Are you sure? I mean I doubt I’m anything like Evelyn was in bed.”

“My mom popped out four kids in total. How many kids do you want to give birth to Y/n?” Beth asked, flipping her hair out of her eyes. “I’m going to get you someone better.”

John rolled his eyes, sitting his coffee mug down on the side table with frustration in his tone. “Beth, that's too far. Okay. I’m married to Y/n and you’re just going to have to accept it.”

“It’s going to happen, daddy.” She smirked in my direction.

Leaning back in the porch swing I almost couldn’t contain my laughter. “Oh god.”

“This whole man-to-man shit thing we got going is becoming a little ridiculous.” John shook his head wishing this would end.

His daughter spun on her heels walking up to the front door. “I’m on it.”

“Beth!”

She called back. “I got it.”

“Beth!” Her father shouted at her.

She shut the front door and hollering beforehand. “I’m totally on it!”

Once we were back alone together on the front porch I touched the side of his face making him look me in the eye. “Honey, I was just joking when I said I don’t enjoy being married to you.”

“But you said-“

I cut him chuckling lightly. “It was a lie, John. I was just trying to make your daughter happy. The only way I think she will like me is when she sees me start agreeing with her on some things.”

“Thank god.” He sighed heavily, slumping his shoulders in relief.

Resting one hand against the side of his face I felt him lean into my palm. “I can’t imagine being married to anyone else but you.”

“I didn’t realize that I was missing having a woman in my life until I saw your truck break down on the side of the road that morning.” He recalled causing a smile to grace my lips at the memory.

When I had gotten a flat tire on my truck right outside the Dutton fence line I thought I would have to call someone to tow me to a shop which would take hours until I saw a man around my age rode up to the fence on a horse wearing a white cowboy hat.

Leaning forward I kissed him slowly, moving my other hand behind his neck making the gentle kiss deeper until he broke it suggesting a common morning routine for us. “How do you feel about going for a ride?”

“Have you not met me? I would love nothing more.” Getting up from the swing I finished the last of my coffee, rushing towards the wooden stairs heading straight to the barn walking backward. Yelling with my hands cupped around my mouth. “Meet me at the barn. I’ll saddle the horses, just don’t forget my hat.”

John groaned getting to his feet, calling back. “You’re hat. I remember the white hat belonging to me when we met.”

“What’s mine is yours, honey!” I laughed with a cheerful grin.

He shook his head going to grab what we needed to ride our horses, truly treasuring the joy he felt once falling in love with you. “I love her. Let’s go to work.” It would take time for Beth to accept her father could be happy with someone else than her mother, but he wasn’t going to not live his life simply waiting for her approval.

[reevesdriver]

Daddy Dutton (NSFW)

Request: @babygirl-4986 " Hi, I have a John Dutton request I wanted to do a wife reader where there trying to get pregnant , maybe a little bit of a breeding kink but definitely smut."

Word count: 1360

Character(s): John Dutton

Reader: Female reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Breeding kink / Oral Sex (Fem receiving) / Fingering / Older man (Reader is of age) /

Support me: Kofi

John had swore that he wouldn't have anymore children, that was until the pair of you were invited over to your close friend's house for a BBQ party. A beautiful wedding ring on your finger flashing in the sun as you cuddled your friend's baby made him realise what you were missing.

When the baby started to cry you quickly passed her back to her mother who took off to go and feed her leaving you scanning the crowd for John. You caught sight of him, beer in hand, staring at you whilst offering small replies to the man who was stood next to him trying to make idle conversation.

You smiled as you began crossing the garden to your husband. The man next to John saw you coming and took it as his cue to leave giving a goodbye and a nod to you.

"You ok honey?" You ask planting a soft kiss to his lips.

"I'm fine darlin'. You ready to leave?" He asks. You'd been there for a few hours now, drinking and socialising with your friends but you were getting tired.

"Yeah, lemme just say bye to Kirsty and the babe and we'll get going." You reply. John nodded and followed you inside the house as you tried to find your friend. She sat on the couch, baby asleep in her arms and smiled as you quietly crept over.

"We're gonna leave now, give you a little bit of peace." You hugged your friend, being sure not to wake the baby and took a step back.

"I'll see you soon, don't forget what I said." Kirsty says with a smile and says bye to you and John as he follows you out of the house, a questioning gaze present on his face. Opening the door to his truck he ushers you inside before climbing in himself behind the wheel.

The ride home was quiet, your eyes flicked between the road to Johns face as he drove. "What did she say to you?" John asked, finally breaking the silence.

"It's nothing John, just talking about babies."

The car fell into silence again. You were about 30 years younger than John, certainly a lot younger than people had thought when they heard that John Dutton had re-married. Though despite the gap between you and your husband you were a perfect match, hell you wouldn't be married if you didn't think so.

Though one subject had never been brought up throughout the two years you had been together and that was children. You'd been introduced to Johns adult children very early on, you got on with Beth the most though when you were asked about your own children you had nothing to say. You'd never really thought about having children and since John was older now you figured he wouldn't want a little baby around the house so you never really thought about it.

"You alright?" John says pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, just day dreaming."

"You're thinking about that baby aren't you?"

You smile and laugh softly. "Yeah, she's cute."

"Our babies would be cute."

"What?" You ask, unsure whether you heard him properly.

"I said our babies would be cute darlin'." He says resting his palm on your bare thigh.

"I thought you didn't want anymore?"

"Never said that."

"I just assumed you didn't, all yours are grown up now, hell Kayce has his own child too. Just figured that was off the table."

John's hand begins to rise, pushing your dress up further. "It was, but darlin' seeing you today with that baby in your arms has awakened something that was buried deep inside of me."

"Oh my." You gasp when you feel his fingers stroke at your clothed pussy.

"Take these off." John says tugging at your underwear and you comply. Sliding your underwear down your thighs you let them drop into the footwell below where they disappear, probably under the seat. "That's better." He says returning his hand between your thighs.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other stroking your cunt John manages to keep his attention on driving and making you cum all whilst muttering compliments to you about how much of a good girl you are.

By the time you pull up to the house your thighs and seat below are slick with your cum, it's a little uncomfortable as your skin sticks to the leather. The truck lurches to a stop as John parks it, he whips the seatbelt off himself and climbs down from the seat. Before he has the chance to round the vehicle and help you out you'd already jumped down from the moistened leather seat and slammed the door behind you.

Taking his hand in your own you practically drag John up the steps of the porch and through the front door. Once inside it was his turn to lead you, picking you up with very little effort he carries you up the stairs, much like he did when you'd gotten married, and to your bedroom.

John places you down onto the edge of the bed and drops to his knees so he can remove your expensive boots all while kissing your exposed skin. You lean back onto your elbows and watch as he kisses your ankle, then your calf, up to your thigh until he reaches your pussy. You raise up an inch or so and pull your dress up and over your head leaving you naked for your husband.

One thing you loved about John, amongst many, is the fact that he loved going down on you. His tongue knew each fold of your pussy and you never had to worry about whether he would find your clit or not as he teased it with the tip of his tongue before lapping and sucking.

"John." You say as a breathy moan escapes between your lips. "I need you."

"You need me?" He smirks removing his face from your pussy.

"Don't tease me John, get undressed and get up here." You say tugging his tucked shirt out of his jeans. Moving backwards up the bed until you are resting on the pillows you watch as John strips his clothes off in front of you.

John moves around the bed and climbs in beside you. Taking matters into your own hands you push him down so he's on his back and straddle his hips. Raising up on your knees you align his cock with your entrance and slide down. His cock fills you perfectly, each ridge of a vein massages your walls until they sit snug against you, the bulbous head of his cock pressing against your cervix roughly.

John is helplessly grabbing at your body, hands moving from your waist up to your tits where he takes one in each hand and squeezes before pulling one to his mouth. You use the new position of you bent over slightly to ride his cock, rising up and down his shaft your moans filled the room whilst Johns are muffled into your breast. With laboured breaths you clench around his cock as you cum once more, John moaning at the tightness of your pussy around him.

Little effort is used from your husband to flip you over so your back is pressed into the sheets, cock still sheathed inside you. Johns lips meet yours in a hungry kiss as he pulls back and thrusts into you with ease.

"That's it baby, taking me so well." He says gruffly between kisses.

"Oh John." You moan, manicured nails gripping at his back as he cums deep inside of you. He stills but his cock is still pulsing inside of you. Peppering your lips with kisses you smile in bliss as he rolls onto his side and pulls you against his chest. "Give me an hour and we'll go again, I want you pregnant before the end of the week." He says and pulls the cover over you both.

Just like John wanted, by the end of the week you'd taken a test and jumped into his arms when you saw the positive result.

[kenziexoxoxo]

John Dutton x reader

Description: spring brings a lot of new things out

I do not own the gif

Warnings: SMUT, BREEDING KINK, feeling the need to breed, baby fever

Spring time in Montana a beautiful sight the snow melting away, new baby animals, and John becoming feral with need to fuck a baby into his girlfriend. This was Y/ns first year living at the ranch full time so when the baby fever hit John the first day of spring like clock work he couldn't help but wake her up in the best way possible between her thighs like a possed man. It didn't help she was ovulating and he could smell her the minute he got between her thighs a smell all her own that she only got while ovulating. He slowly pulled her panties down opening her legs a littke more he knew she wouldn't care that this is how she was woken up hell it was her favorite way to wake up. He licked her folds getting a taste so salty and sweet at the same time before he dove him sucking, licking, biting, nibbling. He was enjoying himself fully. She was deep in sleep when she felt something lick her she was dreaming so for a solid thirty seconds she thought as still dreaming till pleasure filled her body and she knew what was happening John was eating her out. She just figured he was horny not that he was like a feral animal in heat needing to breed. Her hand went to his hair as she woke up he mumbled a good morning into her cunt as he devoured her. His long fingers fucking her cunt as his tongue worked its magic on her clit. She came and came and came she had to physically push his face away which was covered in her juices he grunted at her when she did that. Moving up her body and smashing his lips against hers she could taste herself on her tongue as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. He pretty much ripped his boxers off he was hard as a rock pre cum leaking from the angry red tip of his cock. She reached between him rubbing him a little he stopped her hand. "No I need to be in you Darlin I need to fuck that little cunt of yours full I wanna see you all round with my babies and I will not stop until you're fucked full." He growled in her ear as he slammed himself into her she couldn't even answer she just moaned. He was rough today she felt his pelvis smash against hers he was wild and she was fucking loving it. He flipped her over holding around her waist with both arms as he fucked into her she was screaming at this point he was right at her cervix. She came again her whole body shaking and she screamed his name she squirted on him which just made him go harder he stilled making sure he was right up against her cervix he didn't pull out though just flipped them so they were in a more comfortable position on their sides she could hardly think. They didn't leave that bed that day he was relentless but not like she cared she loved it.

A month later: she stared down at the positive pregnancy test and his words played in her mind and she giggled to herself. John was over the moon when she told him she was pregnant.

[moonlight-joy]

Finding Her Way Home

Fandom: Yellowstone

Request: @castielsmayhem John was out riding with Carter like he did in the show. They discover the reader by the river, beaten and they jump off their horses to help her. Turns out she knew the dad guys, one of them was her best friend and grew up with all of them and they thought she knew John Dutton and was trying to get info out of her, she’s only heard of him. (Pick your bad guy😂) John takes her back to his house where he nurses her back to health, but something he never thought would happen again since his wife died, he fell in love.

Pairing: Reader/John Dutton

The Montana sky stretched endlessly above, painted in soft hues of blue and gold as John Dutton rode alongside Carter through the sprawling fields of Yellowstone Ranch. The steady rhythm of hooves on dirt was a familiar comfort to John, a ritual that reminded him of who he was and what he was fighting to protect. Carter, perched on his horse with a mix of pride and caution, glanced at John for guidance every now and then, eager to prove himself.

“Keep your eyes open,” John said, his voice steady. “You learn a lot just by paying attention to the land.”

Carter nodded, his gaze sweeping across the landscape. It was peaceful out here, the kind of peace that could trick a person into thinking the world was kinder than it was. But John knew better.

As they crested a small hill, the river came into view, its waters glinting in the afternoon sun. John pulled his horse to a stop, something catching his eye near the riverbank.

“Hold up,” he said, raising a hand.

Carter reined in his horse, following John’s gaze. “What is it?”

John didn’t answer right away. He squinted, focusing on a figure lying near the water’s edge. At first, he thought it might be a pile of clothes or debris, but as they drew closer, he saw the unmistakable shape of a person.

“Stay here,” John said, dismounting quickly.

“Is someone hurt?” Carter asked, worry creeping into his voice.

John didn’t respond. He moved quickly but carefully, his boots crunching over the gravel as he approached. The closer he got, the clearer the scene became—a woman, battered and bruised, her clothes torn and stained with dirt and blood. Her body trembled, even in the warmth of the sun.

“Hey,” John called gently, kneeling beside her. “Can you hear me?”

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with pain and exhaustion. She blinked up at him, disoriented but clearly terrified.

“It’s okay,” John said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re safe now. I’m John Dutton. What’s your name?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out at first. Finally, in a hoarse whisper, she managed, “Y/N.”

John nodded, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders. “Y/N, we’re gonna get you out of here. Can you stand?”

“I… I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “They… they thought I knew you. They thought…” Her voice broke, a sob escaping before she could stop it.

“Easy,” John said, his heart twisting at the sight of her pain. “We’ll talk later. Right now, let’s get you back to the ranch.”

---

The ride back to the Yellowstone house was slow and careful. Y/N sat in front of John on his horse, leaning heavily against him, her body too weak to hold herself upright. Carter rode beside them, his face etched with concern.

When they reached the house, John dismounted and helped Y/N down, carrying her inside without hesitation. He laid her gently on the couch in the living room, his mind already racing with questions. Who had done this to her? And why?

“Beth!” John called out, his voice echoing through the house.

Beth appeared a moment later, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in the scene. “What the hell happened?”

“Found her by the river,” John explained. “She’s hurt. Needs food, water, and rest.”

Beth nodded, her expression softening slightly as she approached Y/N. “I’ll take care of her.”

“Thanks,” John said, giving Y/N’s hand a reassuring squeeze before stepping aside to let Beth work.

---

Y/N stayed at the ranch for days, recovering slowly under John’s watchful eye. He made sure she had everything she needed, from warm meals to fresh clothes. But what she needed most was comfort, and John found himself drawn to her in a way he hadn’t expected.

One evening, as the sun dipped low in the sky, John found Y/N sitting on the porch, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. He joined her, sitting in the chair beside hers.

“You feeling any better?” he asked gently.

She nodded, but her eyes remained distant. “Physically, yes. But… it’s hard to forget what happened.”

John leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You want to talk about it?”

She hesitated, then took a shaky breath. “I knew them. The men who did this to me. We grew up together. One of them… he was my best friend.”

John’s jaw tightened, anger simmering beneath the surface. “And they thought you knew me?”

She nodded. “They said you were a threat to their plans. They thought I could give them information. But I didn’t even know who you were until now.”

John’s heart ached for her, for the betrayal she’d endured. He reached out, covering her hand with his own. “I’m sorry. No one should have to go through that.”

Y/N’s eyes met his, filled with pain and something else—something vulnerable and raw. “I trusted him. And he… he hurt me.”

John squeezed her hand gently. “You’re safe here. No one will hurt you again.”

---

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N’s strength returned. But something else began to change, too. The quiet moments she shared with John became longer, more meaningful. He found himself drawn to her laughter, her resilience, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke about the things she loved.

One evening, as they stood by the fireplace, John found himself unable to look away from her. The firelight danced across her features, highlighting the curve of her cheek and the softness of her smile.

“You’ve got a way of making this place feel different,” he said quietly.

Y/N turned to him, her brow furrowing slightly. “Different how?”

John took a step closer, his voice low and steady. “Warmer. Lighter. Like maybe there’s still good things worth holding onto.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, she reached out, her fingers brushing against his.

“John,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I don’t know how to do this.”

He covered her hand with his, his touch firm and reassuring. “Neither do I. But we don’t have to figure it out tonight.”

---

Weeks later, under the vast Montana sky, everything shifted. They sat on the porch together, the stars stretching endlessly above. The air was cool, but the warmth between them was undeniable.

John reached for her hand, threading his fingers through hers. “You ever think about leaving all this behind?” he asked.

Y/N shook her head. “No. I think I’ve finally found where I belong.”

John’s heart swelled, and before he could second-guess himself, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was slow, tender, filled with unspoken promises and a vulnerability neither of them had allowed themselves to feel in years.

When they finally pulled back, Y/N rested her forehead against his, a soft smile on her lips. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”

John chuckled, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “Guess life still has a few surprises left for both of us.”

As they sat together under the Montana sky, the past began to fade, replaced by a future neither of them had seen coming. But one thing was certain—whatever came next, they would face it together.

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Special Medicine

Gif credit @jamieduttons

Requested by @whateverthecostner.

Taglist @kaymudd. @ackles-nhl. @cbouvier23. @mysty-psycho.

"Oh you fucking dipshits. I dont need anyone taking care of me. Fucking assholes". John Dutton yelled into the phone. He was pissed off cause the hospital said he needed a nurse to help him with somethings. Nothing major but still this was John Dutton, the man that could do anything by himself.

"Excuse me"? You knocked on the door of his office. He wasn't supposed to be out of bed or doing anything strenuous.

"Who the hell are you"?

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, your nurse". You smiled wide and pushed back your fear of him firing you.

"Um, she's here and she's fine". John said into the phone. He had to do a double take to make sure he was seeing the woman in front of him. But then he realized what came out of his mouth when you giggled. "She'll do". John slammed the phone down and stood up with a grunt.

"I'm John Dutton".

"I know. Why are you out of bed"?

"Work, wont stop coming in".

You walked over to him and gently grabbed his elbow. "Work can wait. You've been seriously injured and you need to rest". You helped him along to his room. Putting him straight to bed. He protested but he sorta liked you so he did what he was told. 

"I hate laying in bed. Theres nothing to do when I should be out there". John pointed to the window.

"You know the world isnt going to stop just because you're stuck in your house for a few weeks. It'll be there when you get better. Now, what would you like for breakfast? The other nurse". You started but John blew raspberries.

"That bitch didnt know anything about me. She called me Walter on her first day. Who's Walter? You probably won't get it right either so just let me do it". John went to get up. You put your hands on his shoulders pushing him down.

"I'm not like other nurses. Now, coffee black and sunnyside up eggs with toast butter and jam"?

"Close. No jam". John looked impressed.

"I'll be right back". You saying leaving, John really started to like you in the few minutes you've been here, him starring at your backside and your curves made him feel all fuzzy. Maybe it was the meds.

About twenty minutes later, you came back with a tray. You sat it down in front of him. "Okay"?

"Yeah, but you could've gotten Gator to do it". He said taking off his glasses.

"I'm more of a doer than a have someone do it for me kinda person".

"My kinda people". John chuckled. "This is good. Thank you".

"You're welcome. After breakfast its medicine time".

"Fuck me". John groan throwing his back on his pillow.

"You know you have too. It says to take it with food. So get to eating". You laugh when John rolled his eyes.

"I hate this. I'm helpless".

"You're not helpless. You're just a little set back but if you follow doctors orders you can be up and going in no time. Now, if you be a good boy and take your meds and eat your food I'll give you a surprise".

"What's the surprise"? John crossed his arms.

"Are you really going to negotiate a surprise"?

"Maybe".

"Eat". You laugh going to fix his medicine.

John had finished his breakfast and took his medicine without complaining. He was being a trooper or he just wanted that surprise.

"You gotta husband"?

John's question took you by surprise. "No".

"Boyfriend"?

"No".

"Girlfriend"?

"No but I do have a dog. His name is Thorn".

"Cause he's a thorn in your side"? John laughed.

You let out a chuckle. "No, hes a great dog. I found him in a thorn bush when he was six weeks old. His owner just threw him out. But hes happy and healthy now. Seven years later, still runs into thorn bushes every now and then". You laugh as you remember.

"People can be cruel".

"Yes, they can be. Look at you. Poor helpless old man gets injured". You hid your grin behind your hand as you spoke.

John's jaw dropped. "Helpless? Old man"?

"I'm kidding". You laugh.

"I'll show you old man". John grabbed your scrub collar and smashed his lips to yours. Taking you both by surprise. But he was an amazing kisser.

"That was-". You licked your lips as he released you.

"Inappropriate. I know. You can leave if you want and tell your boss". John sighed. He shouldnt have done that. Put you in that position.

"I was going to say nice but you may have to find you another nurse because after that kiss, I may not be able to keep my hands off of you". You planted another kiss to his lips.

"We dont have to tell anyone about it. It could be our little secret". John mumbled against your lips. Making you giggle as you pulled away.

"Okay, our little secret". You chewed on your bottom lip as you looked over John's face.

"What are you thinking about, sugar"?

"How things change in a matter of seconds. One minute you're yelling you dont need a damn nurse and now you cant keep your hands off of me".

"If I like what I see I go for it. I'm that kind of man. But when I saw you I knew you were good for me one way or another".

"Is that supposed to be a complement"?

"It is. You're bed side manner is excellent". John chuckled.

"Thank you. I take pride in my work and my patients. But you Mr. Dutton, get extra". You leaned in and kissed his lips.

"Speaking of extra, where's my surprise for taking my meds"?

"Well, doctors orders are not to do strenuous activities. So what I had in mind is a bit strenuous. It'll have to wait. Sorry". You click you tongue.

"Fuck the doctors". John grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in and smashing his lips to yours. His tongue flicking yours as he entered your mouth. His free hand rested on your curvy hip.  You moaned into the kiss. A part of you wanted to stop cause of his condition but John's a tough stubborn man.

[fortheloveofthefic]

Help Me Make It Through The Night

John Dutton with Nurse Reader with smutty goodness. Requested by my dear friend @snapesrn

(Y/N) sighs as she checks the time on her watch, making her way from her last patient's room. She had worked four 15 hour shifts in a row and she was finally coming up on the end of a long week. She had three days off and couldn't wait to go home and spend it with her boyfriend. Her feet ached, her head pounded and she was both physically and mentally exhausted. She hears her phone buzz and smiles as she checks her phone before clocking out and heading to her car. "Be safe coming home, darlin." Was all the text said, but it was enough to make her smile, to ease her tired mind. Her and John had been together just over a year and had recently moved in together on his large ranch. It was hard sometimes, because she knew he got lonely and liked having her home for meals, but with job, it wasn't always possible. She'd promised him that on her days off she'd make it up to him, spend quality time with him, but all she could think about right now was sleep.

She drives out to the ranch and parks, grabbing her purse and practically dragging herself into the house. She sets her purse on the table by the door and looks around, not finding John anywhere. She sighs, figuring he either had something to handle with the cattle or was already in bed. She slowly climbs the stairs up to their bedroom and walks in, changing out of her scrubs as she hears the bathroom door open and feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her. She smiles and leans back against John, turning her head slightly to accept his soft, sweet kiss. "Welcome home, (Y/N)." He places a soft kiss to her lips then her jaw line before pulling back and offers his hand. "Come on, darlin'. A hot bath and a nice dinner is just what the doctor order." He winks and leads her to the bathroom, smiling as she sees what he'd set up. (Y/N) was surprised to see the bathroom filled with lit candles, the tub already filled and white roses in a vase on the sink. She could smell her favorite lavender bath oil and turns toward him, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly, tears in her eyes. "Thank you, John. You don't know how much I needed this today." She finishes undressing and steps into the bath, moaning softly as the hot water immediately begins to sooth her aching muscles. She looks up at him and holds her hand out. "Join me, handsome?" She smiles as she watches him undress before taking her hand and stepping into the bath behind her. He wraps his arms around her and begins washing her body softly as she leans back against him, letting his touch, his scent and the warm water wash away the long week she'd had.

John trails soft kisses over her neck, whispering softly in her ear as his hands trail over her breast and stomach to her thighs. "I'm so proud of you, darlin'. You work your ass off and don't ever complain. You give your all to take care of others. Now, (Y/N), It's my turn to take care of you, baby girl." He whispers hoarsely and lets his hand trail to the apex of her thighs, letting his long, thick fingers run teasingly through her damp folds. "Just relax, darlin'. Let your man take care of you." He smirks against her neck as he feels her body react to his touch. He knew every spot, every crevice, every reaction of her body just as though it was his own. He slowly slips two fingers inside of her, curling them then uncurling them, brushing that hidden spot inside of her. (Y/N) was lost in bliss as her eyes closed, her head falling back against his shoulder as he continued to please her. "John, please...more." She begs softly. Before she'd come home, sex was the last thing on her mind. But now, it didn't seem to matter how exhausted her body and mind had been just an hour ago, now she needed him desperately. She grips his wrist softly and pulls his hand from her mound and raises his fingers to her lips, kissing each fingertip before carefully turning to face him and straddle his lap, water splashing over the edge softly. She wraps her arms around his neck and captures his lips, sighing in pleasure as she sinks down onto him, pleasure blooming inside of her as he fills her so deliciously. She was lost in the kiss, lost in the feel of him slowly making love to her, his hips moving upward to thrust into her at an almost lazy pace and it was all she could do not to come undone right away. She wanted it to last, wanted to enjoy every single moment.

John groans her name as she sinks down on him, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he deepens the kiss, moving his hips to meet her slow thrusts. He'd missed this, missed her. He hadn't planned on this, had planned on simply pampering her all night, but who was he to deny his woman? "That's my girl, (Y/N). You're beautiful, darlin'. God Damnit, you're perfect." He growls, his release approaching, barreling toward him as he feels her clamp around him and hears her moan his name in that sweet, pleasure rough voice of hers. He follows right behind her, filling her as he holds her to him, stroking her back as they catch their breath. He smiles as she peppers soft kisses over his neck then stills against him. He continues to hold her, laughing softly as he feels soft snores from her. "My sweet girl. Dinner can wait. Nap first." He says to the sleeping woman before standing up with her in his arms and carrying her to the bed. He dries her off and dresses her in her favorite night shirt before climbing in bed and holding her close, whispering to his sleeping lover. "I love you, darlin'. 'Til the end of time."

[bullet-prooflove]

Could I request the Yellowstone boys looking after the reader on her period or after a long day of work.

Could you also include young John Dutton in the list please 🤗

So I’m going to go with long day/bad day as there’s only so much you can do for a period before it becomes a little samey.

See below the cut as it gets lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!

Since the Becks riding is a little tougher for Gina because she has more aches and pains due to those broken bones from the beating. They may repair but in the cold or with overexertion they ache like fuck. When she comes in from a long day or barrel racing and training she’s usually in some pain. She will not tell Travis but he will notice it almost immediately because of her movements and gait on the horse and when she’s getting off the horse. He offers to take care of the tack and settling Artemis so she can see herself home to warm up.

When he gets in she’s probably on the couch too exhausted to move, waiting for her pain killers to kick in. Maui is usually hovering around her because he knows his person’s in pain. Travis will head upstairs to run a bath with the fancy shit she likes or stuff he’s stolen from a hotel while on the road, he then herds her up the stairs into it. He takes his time helping her undress and getting her into the tub before he derobes and joins her. He tucks himself in behind her, holding her close until she falls asleep on him.

When the water starts to cool, he wake her up, dries her off with their most plush towel and helps her dress in one of his shirts and boxers. When they go downstairs to watch The Cowboy Channel he’ll braid her hair for her as they watch tv, eating popcorn. Travis will always try to catch it in his mouth while Gina throws it and Maui ends up eating all the ones he misses.

Pre Opal: Jamie’s work place is literally five paces from the flowershop so after work he’s coming to meet you and then he’s taking you out. You’ll usually go to somewhere fancy but lowkey, with good wine and excellent food. This always ends up diffusing the tensions of the day because of how cared for Jamie makes you feel. He pays attention when you talk, listening intently, making you laugh. On the way out, he helps you into your coat, his arm wrapped around you as he guides you to the car.

If you got an order that needs finishing he’s rolling up his sleeves to help.  

Post Opal: He’s taking charge of the baby and ordering out to give you a little time to destress. Usually you take a shower to chase away the negativity of the day. Jamie by this time has already fed Opal and the two of you put her down to bed together, with loads of baby cuddles. You have dinner together and catch up on the days events with a glass of wine.

Jen’s work can keep her out to all hours because of the nature of being a vet in a rural area. There are days where Rip is home long before she is. He usually cooks a meal for the two of them, warming it when she gets in. As soon as she gets in the door, he’s helping her out of her jacket, ushering to the couch, taking off her boots before he guides her to the table. Even if he’s eaten, he will sit down at the table with her and catch up about the day.

Afterwards he lights a fire in the fireplace and the two of them spend their time cuddled up on the couch and watching the flames as they doze.

Corienne’s job is similar to Gina’s in terms of physical intensity, there’s a lot of travelling, riding horses, it takes a physical toll.

If it’s been a training horses day, the two of them are sharing a shower and he’s washing her, taking care of her, drying her and then he’s massaging all of those sore muscles. It usually ends in sex because Kayce is very good with his hands.

If it’s been a travelling day, Kayce will cook and the two of them will have dinner on the porch step overlooking the land because it instils a real sense of being home for her. They’ll stay out there as possible drinking beer and cuddling underneath the stars, watching the sun go down.

For Katalina her bad days usually involve something horrible, it’s the lot of inheriting the sheriff’s position in Bozeman. Those are the days she struggles to get out of her head. Ryan is very intuitive about this, he understands it can be hard to transition from work and sometimes there’s a need for a physical change. For him it’s taking the livestock agent badge off, for Kat it’s the removal of her uniform.

He usually lays a set of clothes out for her, comfortable jeans and her softest sweater for her to change into. When she does they usually take the Briscoe for a walk, enjoying their small patch of land, his hand holding hers. It can take her a while to open up but she eventually does and it feels like a pressure is relieved. When they get back home they usually cook together before settling down with Briscoe to watch tv. During this time Briscoe will start bringing his toys over to Ryan to play with which ends up with Ryan on the floor, roughhousing with the dog which always makes Kat laugh.

When Belle has a bad day, the one thing that is guaranteed to get her out of it is playing the fiddle and Walker knows it. She will initially be resistant until Walker picks up his own guitar and plays a few notes, it usually starts with a jaunty little tune and some teasing like “come on Belle, you know this one.” She usually ends up relenting and the two of them play together, challenging each other to different, faster songs as they go. After that it’s all flushed skin and happiness from their playing, which leads kissing and roving hands before they make love on the couch.

Afterwards with a blanket draped over them, Walker will caress her cheek and ask if she’s in a better mood which ends up with a pillow to the face before he falls off the couch butt naked and laughing, which makes Belle laugh.

With Lee and Anna-May it always comes back to nature. If she’s had a shitty day, he’s saddling up his horse for a trip up to the wild bloom. He usually packs a small picnic and a blanket, the two of them have dinner up there, warming their feet in the stream as they talk through her day. Just being around all that greenery, allows her to take a breath and she’s a lot happier by the time they ride home together on his horse, tucked in contently against her man.  

Pre Affair (before John’s marriage to Evelyn) If Lou was having a bad day John would often snag a bottle of his best whiskey and the two of them would go for a ride. They’d head up to the rock pools strip off, take a dip and share the bottle. They’d usually stay up there for the night, camping out underneath the stars before riding down the next morning.

Post Evelyn Marriage:

Due to the fact it’s an affair, he’s not often there for your bad days. When he does turn up it’s usually with a bottle of whiskey as an ode to the old days when you were a couple.

[feel-likeflying]

First rodeo

Fandom: Yellowstone

Character: John Dutton x you (reader)

word count: 2,244

chapter 2 and 3 available here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64127749

“You look like someone who just realized they don’t belong here.’’ You hear him say as he slides onto the barstool next to you. You had expected it to be a question, but his voice carries it like a statement. Not in the mood for another lowlife trying to get your attention, you surprise yourself by looking up at him anyway. His low, rough voice intrigues you in a way you’re not accustomed to. 

You put down your phone, the website through which you were trying to book a flight home open and forgotten on the screen. 

You swirl the amber liquid in your glass and take another sip, grimacing as it slowly slides down your throat. “And it looks like you’re not used to drinking whiskey either.” From the way his eyes slowly track your face, you can tell he’s not going to leave you alone.

“Observant, are we not?” Still refusing to look at him, you down the glass in one gulp. He mirrors your move, then raises a hand to the bartender. The bartender nods and swiftly places two new glasses in front of you. Only then do you dare to really look at him. The sight isn’t unpleasant.

“Are you drinking to forget or drinking to survive?” he asks, taking a slow sip of his drink.

“I feel like it could be a combination of the two at this point, but sometimes—” You lean in slightly, lowering your voice as though you’re telling him a secret. “I drink just to enjoy myself.”

He watches you, his expression unreadable. Then, the corner of his mouth lifts—not quite a smile, but close. “Is that right? You don’t look like it.”

“How about you? What are you doing here?”

For a split second, he looks away, swirling his drink around in his glass. “I’m drinking to make it to another day.”

You gently sip your drink, feeling the weight of the previous one you just downed. “That bad, huh?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” The sound of his voice feels like a melody to your ears—smooth and familiar. “So, what is a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?”

You want to tell him everything—how your friends left you after you decided to stay in Montana instead of continuing the trip, how you had only agreed to come in the first place because you were too miserable to function after your now ex-boyfriend knocked up your best friend. The betrayal had changed you in ways you never would have allowed if you had been thinking straight. And so, after falling out with your friends, you grabbed your bags without considering the consequences. But you can’t bear to answer his question. He seems to understand.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, both a little lost in your own thoughts.

“You ever wonder what it’d be like to just disappear?” he asks, his voice low. “To walk away from everything and never look back?” The question lingers in the air between you, thick as the whiskey on your tongue. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, you tell yourself.

“Only every single day.”

He raises his glass slightly, as if testing the honesty in your words, then downs the rest of his whiskey in one slow pull. “You hungry?”

“Why, cowboy, you asking me out on a date?” you tease. You catch the corner of his lips twitch into something resembling a smile, but it’s gone before you can see it fully take shape.

“We’ve all got to eat at some point. Might as well have some company.”

“That we do.” You turn your barstool to face him, only now taking him in fully. You’re struck by his piercing blue eyes, though you’re sure that if the light hit them right, you’d see some green in there as well. Or maybe that was just your imagination playing you. You swallow as you slowly take in the man before you. His body language screams authority, all while maintaining a calm aura around him.

“And why would I go with you, stranger?” You hear yourself say.

He raises a brow, unsure if you really don’t know who he is or if you’re just playing with him. You quickly realize he’s not the kind of guy who enjoys mind games. Giving you the benefit of the doubt, he holds out his hand. “John Dutton. I own the Yellowstone ranch.”

John Dutton.

You swallow quickly. One of your friends had mentioned his name once or twice when you first arrived in Montana—how he was some sort of legend that wasn’t openly spoken of in public if you wanted to live a long and happy life.

He chuckles softly, untouched by the reaction your body unknowingly gives away. “So, you have heard of my name.”

You glance around the bar but find yourself in a protective bubble. It’s almost as if people don’t dare come too close to him. “It’s hard not to around here.”

“Only the good things, I hope.”

You laugh, a nervous energy running through you. “Honestly, I don’t know what to believe, Mister Dutton.”

“John.” His expression is unreadable as he repeats his first name, as if not many people actually call him that.

You test the name on your tongue. “John.”

He looks away and nods his head as if he’s made up his mind about you. 

“Listen, sweetheart, I don’t do fancy, but I know a good steak place.” He says, his eyes focused on yours. 

You realize you have a choice to make. You could stay here, drinking until you throw up and then stumble back to your motel in a strange town at 4 a.m., or you could take him up on his offer and get to know a little more about the man in front of you. Come on, live a little. You push away the thought that you don’t actually know this man, in this town, in this bar that you’ve never been to before, and silence the part of you whispers that you should run.

“That sounds lovely.”

He nods, his expression unreadable as he stands up, tossing a couple of bills onto the bar before helping you out of your chair. You follow him as he makes his way through the crowd to his truck. As he opens the door for you, his hand barely brushes the small of your back for a millisecond before pulling away.

The drive to the restaurant is short and silent, only the soft strumming of a guitar playing on the radio.

As the truck stops, you reach for the door handle, but he beats you to it. Maybe men from around here really are different. You’ve only ever dated city boys, if you remember the term correctly.

John Dutton walks into the establishment as if he owns the place, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. He shakes hands with the owner and nods toward a booth in the back. The man quickly acknowledges the unspoken request and sends one of his waitresses to guide you to your table.

“You’re certainly a man who gets what he wants.”

For a moment, he drops the mask, and he actually smiles at you—for the first time. Dear God, he’s handsome. You can feel yourself getting lost in his presence, or maybe it’s just the alcohol. Let’s keep telling yourself that, honey.

“Something like that.”

The waitress interrupts, handing you both menus before rattling off the day’s specials. He surprises you by listening attentively before ordering himself a coffee and a 12 ounce piece of steak. You decide to order the same, earning an amused glance from him.

The coffee arrives almost instantly, and you lean forward on the table, holding the cup between your hands. He mirrors your movement.

‘’Do you always talk as if you’re on a Hallmark card?’’

He huffs at your audacity, shaking his head just slightly. “I like to weigh my words, yes. Can’t have people talking…”

You arch a brow, waiting for him to finish, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a slow sip of his coffee, his expression unreadable once again.

“Talking about what?” you press.

A ghost of a smirk plays at his lips, but it’s gone just as quickly. “About things that ain’t their business.”

You scoff. “Sounds exhausting.”

“It is.” He exhales, setting his cup down with a quiet clink. “But necessary.”

There’s a moment of silence between you, thick with the weight of unsaid things. Finally, you lean back, tilting your head as you watch him.

“Must be lonely, though.”

This time, he doesn’t look away. “Some things, you just live with.”

You both take your time eating, sharing stories about everything and nothing. Conversation with him feels natural, though you know John isn’t even close to opening up to you. He guards himself in his answers, his words measured, his stories carefully chosen. You get the feeling that earning his trust would take time—that he’d only reveal more of himself if you stuck around long enough.

Still, as you sit across from him, watching the way his gaze lingers on you just a second longer than necessary, you know there’s more beneath the surface.

By the end of dinner the tension is thick, unspoken but heavy in the air. But, of course, reality intrudes as John’s phone rings. He apologizes and gets up to answer it. You signal the waitress for the check, and it arrives just as he returns. Pulling some money from your pocket, you count it and set it down for your share of the meal. You’d pay for both of you if you could, but you’re already running low on money for this month and you have to pay the motel for a few more nights.

John looks irritated at whatever conversation just took place. “I have to go.” He says as he sits down opposite to you again.

You nod, disappointment settling in your chest. “Alright, cowboy.”

His eyebrow raises, and he looks at you with an amused glare. “Did you put the money there?”

You nod.

“Damn city girls,” he mutters.

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. He grabs your hand, opens it, and places the money back where it belongs. “This one’s on me, sweetheart.”

Not wanting to seem too eager to accept, you counter, “Thank you. Next time is on me.”

John leans back in his chair, watching you like he’s still trying to figure you out. “How long will you be staying in Montana?”

There’s the question you’ve been waiting for.

“Guess that depends on whether Montana has anything worth sticking around for.” You toss the words at him, unsure where this sudden confidence comes from. Just two hours ago, you were staring at plane tickets home, ready to leave without a second thought.

His eyes flicker—just a flicker, almost imperceptible—but you catch it. Something about that answer gets to him. He takes his time before responding, fingers tapping idly against his cup.

But John Dutton isn’t the kind of man to chase. Not yet.

Instead, he gives you a slow nod and stands up, stepping back just enough to put distance between you. Not rejection. Just control.

He tosses some money on the table before leading you outside, his hand grazing yours more than once. The contact lingers—intentional or not, you’re not sure.

“Do you need a ride to your hotel?”

“No, sir. I’m good. I like to walk anyway.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you see his expression darken. He exhales sharply, his jaw tightening.

“You’re trouble,” he mutters.

You smirk. “What, a man like you can’t handle a little trouble?”

His eyes flicker with something unreadable. “You have no idea what you’re starting, sweetheart.”

You narrow your eyes, amusement dancing in your gaze. “Pretty sure you were the one who talked to me first.”

“I remember-” His voice is quieter now, almost thoughtful. “It's not something I do often.”

“Me neither.”

He lets out a low chuckle. “I find that hard to believe.” His gaze drifts over you once more, slow and deliberate, leaving you feeling bare under his scrutiny.

Before you can respond, his phone rings, breaking the moment. He glances at the screen, sighs, then takes a step back.

“Get in the car. I’m taking you back to your hotel.”

There it is—that commanding tone people whisper about. The one that dares you to argue.

“That’s really unnecessary,” you protest, even as your feet betray you, already moving toward the passenger seat. “Like I said, I enjoy walking.”

His expression hardens. “Do you have any idea what kind of men roam these streets at night?” His voice is firm, unwavering. “You stick with me, you’ll be safe.”

You tilt your head. “You don’t think I can take care of myself?”

A smirk tugs at his lips, but there’s something softer in his eyes. “Honey, I’m pretty sure you could handle yourself just fine. But you don’t have to—not when I’m here.”

A promise. One he has no business making. And yet, you can see in his expression that he means every word.

True to his word, he drops you off at the motel. He barely spares a glance before pulling away, but the regret etched across his face is impossible to miss.

You fall into a deep sleep, a single thought lingering in your mind.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[bellarkeselection]

Can I request a John dutton and reader fic? I have no preference just something cute and fluff filled

Little Dutton

John gets to feel his baby kick for the first time. The reader is pregnant, flufff

Slowly opening my eyes I stretch my arms and legs out feeling familiar arms pull me closer to their chest. "Morning John." I mumbled out rolling on my side to face my fiance. He smiles placing a kiss to my forehead. "Mornin darlin.'" Resting my hand on his chest with my other arm lazily laying on my growing pregnant belly. John Dutton's baby to be exact. His daughter Beth set us up and we're both grateful see did.

"Tell me what you're morning ride please." I asked sleep still in my voice. He'd always take an early morning ride with his youngest son Kayce. Letting me sleep late since I'm pregnant and all. "I'd rather tell you my fantasy of our morning ride Y/n." He suggested with his bright smile. He raises himself up his elbow on the pillow as I lay my head on his chest. "So Mr. Dutton where does it begin?" Curiosity in my voice with a grin.

His freehand twirling my hair started revisiting his dream from last night. "We ride out into the sunrise to the summer camp. Spending the weekend there with our little baby sleeping in between us in the tent at night." His voice mumbled into my hair as I close my eyes enjoying his embrace until I feel the baby kicking me gently. "John, the baby." I exclaimed sitting up slowly but quick at the same time.

"What's wrong honey?" Concern laced in his voice searching for injuries. Grabbing his freehand in mine I place it over my belly voicing. "Keep talking." He does as told staring at his hand on my belly. "At sunset on the last day there I proposed to you. Wanting you to become my wife...the babies kicking." He chuckles with a big grin on his face finally feeling it against his hand. His smile is so precious and I hope our baby will share the same when it grows up.

John gazes lovingly into my eyes slowly leaning in capturing my lips with his. My hands go around his neck deepening it. "I love you, John Dutton. I can't wait to raise this baby with you." Breaking the kiss I run my hands through his hair. "Can't wait to me you little Dutton." He leans down planting kisses on my belly making me giggle. "I love you, Y/n L/n. And I can't wait to put a ring on your finger." Gently tugging him to me by the collar of his shirt I pressed my lips to his.

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

Can I make a request about John dutton x reader reader is related to one of the wranglers

Where tate falls in the river when he's with john and before John reacts he hears another splash of water and it's the reader she jumps in and saves tate

One Hell of an Offer

Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206 @child-of-of-the-sunshine

The Yellowstone. It was in my blood as much as it was in the Duttons'. My family had worked the land alongside them for generations, though our name wasn't etched on the deed. My cousin, Jake, was one of the wranglers, a good man with a strong back and an even stronger loyalty to John Dutton. That connection, however tenuous, was enough to pull me into the orbit of the Yellowstone, a place of breathtaking beauty and simmering danger.

I knew John Dutton. Everyone around here did. He was a force of nature, a man carved from the very mountains that surrounded us. He was intimidating, gruff, and carried a weight of responsibility that seemed to age him beyond his years. But I also saw the glimmers of something else, a deep-seated love for his land and a fierce protectiveness over his family.

My proximity to the ranch, and therefore to John, had always been a careful dance. I respected his space, his power. But I also found myself drawn to him, to the quiet strength that radiated from him, the unspoken sadness that seemed to cling to him like the Montana dust.

I often helped Jake with odd jobs around the ranch. Mending fences, tending to the horses, anything to keep the Yellowstone running. It was honest work, and it kept me close to the land I loved.

One crisp autumn afternoon, I was helping Jake sort cattle near the river. The air was sharp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. The Yellowstone River, swollen from recent rains, roared past, its icy currents a constant reminder of the wildness that defined this place.

Suddenly, I saw John and Tate, his grandson, riding along the riverbank. Tate, a small boy with bright eyes and a mop of unruly brown hair, was perched in front of John on his saddle. They were laughing, the sound echoing across the water. It was a rare moment of lightness, a glimpse of the man beneath the hardened exterior.

Then, it happened. In a heartbeat, laughter turned to chaos.

Tate, reaching for something – a leaf, a bird, I couldn’t tell – lost his balance and tumbled headfirst into the raging river. The world seemed to slow down. I saw John’s face, a mask of horror, his hands instinctively reaching out, but it was too late. Tate was gone, swallowed by the churning water.

My mind went blank. I didn't think, I just reacted. I saw John’s hesitation, the split-second of shock that held him frozen. He was an older man, and the river was a beast.

Without a second thought, I kicked off my boots, ripped off my heavy jacket, and plunged into the icy water. The shock was immediate, stealing my breath and numbing my limbs. The current grabbed me, pulling me under. I fought my way back to the surface, gasping for air, the roar of the river deafening.

I spotted Tate. He was flailing, his small body being tossed around like a rag doll. He was going under. Adrenaline surged through me. I pushed against the current, fighting with every ounce of strength I had. The water was relentless, trying to drag me down, but I kept going, driven by a primal instinct to save that little boy.

Finally, I reached him. I grabbed him by his jacket, pulling him towards me. He was coughing, sputtering, his eyes wide with terror. "I got you, Tate," I yelled, my voice barely audible above the roar of the river. "Hold on tight!"

I struggled to keep his head above water, using all my energy to stay afloat and fight the current. We were being swept downstream, closer and closer to the treacherous rapids.

I glanced towards the bank. John was there, running along the edge of the river, his face a mixture of fear and desperation. He was shouting, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I knew we couldn't last much longer. The cold was seeping into my bones, and my muscles were screaming in protest. Tate was growing heavier, his small body trembling uncontrollably.

Just when I thought we were going to be pulled under, I saw it – a low-hanging branch from a willow tree, reaching out over the water. It was our only chance. I kicked with all my might, pulling Tate with me, towards the branch. My fingers brushed against it, then grasped it, clinging on with a desperate strength.

"Hold on, Tate!" I gasped, pulling him closer. "Grab the branch!"

He reached out, his small hands fumbling for purchase. After what felt like an eternity, he managed to grab hold. Together, we clung to the branch, the icy water swirling around us. Gradually, painstakingly, we pulled ourselves towards the bank.

John was there, waiting for us, his face etched with relief. He reached down and pulled Tate out of the water, then helped me scramble onto the muddy bank. We collapsed onto the ground, shivering and exhausted, gasping for breath. Tate was crying, clinging to John, who held him tight.

After a moment, John turned to me. His eyes, usually cold and distant, were filled with a warmth I had never seen before.

"You saved his life," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You saved my grandson."

I just nodded, unable to speak. I was still shaking, the adrenaline slowly wearing off, leaving me weak and vulnerable. John knelt down beside me, his gaze intense. "What's your name?"

"Y/N," I managed to whisper.

He took my hand in his, his grip surprisingly gentle. "Y/N," he repeated, as if testing the sound of it. "Thank you."

He didn't say anything else, but his eyes spoke volumes. I saw gratitude, respect, and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher.

He helped me to my feet, and we walked back to the ranch house in silence. Jake met us there, his face pale with worry. He enveloped me in a hug, relief flooding his features.

That night, I sat by the fire in my small cabin, trying to warm myself from the inside out. The events of the day replayed in my mind, over and over again. I kept seeing Tate's terrified face, the swirling water, John's look of despair.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, that the events of that day had irrevocably altered the dynamic between me and John Dutton.

The next morning, Jake told me that John wanted to see me. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked towards the main house. What did he want? Was he going to offer me a reward? A job? Or was he simply going to thank me again and send me on my way?

I found him in his study, standing by the window, looking out over the vast expanse of the Yellowstone. He turned as I entered, his expression unreadable.

"Y/N," he said, his voice formal. "Thank you again for what you did yesterday. You showed extraordinary courage."

"Anyone would have done the same," I replied, feeling awkward under his intense gaze.

“Not everyone, Y/N. Not everyone." He paused, then continued, "I owe you a debt, Y/N. A debt I can never repay."

"You don't owe me anything," I said quickly. "I did what I had to do."

"Nevertheless," he persisted, "I want to offer you something. A job. Here, on the ranch."

My heart skipped a beat. "A job?"

"Yes," he said. "I need someone I can trust. Someone who is loyal, and brave. Someone who cares about this land as much as I do."

He looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "I know you're related to Jake, but you've proven yourself. More than proven yourself."

"What kind of job?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Whatever you want it to be," he said. "Wrangler, ranch hand, foreman... whatever you're capable of."

I stared at him, stunned. This was more than I could have ever imagined."I... I don't know what to say," I stammered.

"Say yes," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, I accept."

And with that, my life changed forever. I became a part of the Yellowstone, not just an outsider looking in, but a vital piece of its complicated, dangerous, and beautiful tapestry. I was drawn into the Dutton's world, a world of loyalty, betrayal, and unspoken love. I was now bound to John Dutton, not just by gratitude, but by a shared purpose, a shared love for the land that defined us. The river had brought us together, and I knew, deep down, that our journey was just beginning.

[reevesdriver]

Over the Knee (NSFW)

Summary: John Dutton does not like being teased, much less by a woman half his age so when you disrespect him on his own land he has to take matters into his own hands, literally.

Requested by: @fdupdaydream 😏😏 (Sorry it took so long girl but thanks for your patience)

Word count: 1782

Character(s): John Dutton

Reader: Female reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Smut / Unprotected Sex / Daddy kink / Spanking / Brat reader / Outdoor sex /

Support me: Kofi

When Rip hired Teeter she had one condition, he had to hire you too. Much to his slight annoyance at hiring more ranch hands than he deemed necessary his judgement quickly changed when he saw you astride one of the wild horses John had asked him to tame some weeks ago.

"Told you she was good." Teeter said, a proud tone in her voice.

You hadn't expected to be given the job helping with taming the horses though you weren't exactly going to turn it down. You'd heard enough about the famous John Dutton to willingly accept spending months to years at his ranch regardless of your young age. Being in your mid twenties John was hesitant at allowing you to stay on his ranch but when Rip boasted about your performance with the wild horses John watched you with eager eyes.

"He's gonna kick you Jimmy." You said, watching the stallion buck. Within seconds the man was bent over in pain after the horses hoof collided with his stomach. "What did I just say." You throw your hands up in defeat.

"That'll teach you for tryna outsmart the horse tamer." Lloyd laughed before jumping over the fence to help Jimmy up. Meanwhile you'd already crossed the paddock and had a hold of the bridle trying to keep the horse still as Jimmy limped away.

As you pet the stallion along his neck John had made his way from his house down to the paddocks so he could find out what the shouting was. "Horse kicked Jimmy." Rip stated plainly when John approached him.

"Is he alright?"

"Think his pride is hurt more than anything." He replied and John laughed.

"I want to borrow her for a few hours if that's alright? Got some horses near the woods that Kayce thinks are worth taming, want to get her opinion on them."

"That's fine with me sir but you'll have to ask her." Rip replies then whistles in your direction. You were sat atop the saddle of the 'untameable horse', as Jimmy called him, and chatted to Teeter and Lloyd. When you look to Rip he motions you over with a wave and you quickly get the horse trotting to the other side of the paddock.

"Rip, Mr Dutton, how can I help?" You ask politely.

"Got a job for you." John says. "Need to borrow your expertise for a few hours."

"Sure thing, let me put this big guy back and I'll be all yours."

"Leave him, Jimmy can do it." Rip says stopping you. "Hey Jimmy, come put this horse away."

You laugh as Jimmys face drops when you dismount. Hopping over the fence you walk with John to his truck where he opens the passenger side door for you. "I don't need to grab anything from the bunkhouse do I?" You ask and climb up into the raised truck.

"No, we'll be there and back in a few hours, not unless there's anything you want to bring?"

"Nope, got everything I need." You reply and buckle your seatbelt when John closes the door, rounds the truck, and climbs into the drivers side. The drive down the main road from the Ranch was quiet for a few minutes until John spoke up. "You like working at the ranch?" He asks, tilting his head to you.

"I'm not really gonna say no when I'm in a car with the boss am I?" You laugh and he smiles.

"You can be honest with me darlin."

"Ooo darlin'." You repeat in a mocking tone. "Careful John you'll have people talking."

"Doubt it, I'm old enough to be your daddy." He says making you smirk.

"Mhmm Daddy." You say barely above a whisper with a smirk on your face which doesn't go unnoticed by John. He may be an older man but he heard what you said.

The truck fell into silence as you looked out of the window at the passing fields and trees, the radio played a quiet country song that lulled into another. John pulled down a dirt road and slowed to a stop putting the hand break on and turning off the ignition. "We're here." He said in the usual gruff tone and you slid your seatbelt off before jumping down from the truck.

You walk by his side to a gated portion of land where a few horses are galloping around near a tent. They stop and eye you quizzically before returning to run with one another. "I take it this is why you wanted me?" You say putting two and two together.

"Yeah, Kayce thinks they might be worth training but I want your opinion on them before we waste any time catching them." He opens the gate as he replies and ushers you through before shutting it behind him. You carefully walk onto the land trying not to scare the mare and her foal that has broken away from the small herd.

As you approach the mare with an open palm John heads to the small camp and takes a seat next to the un-lit fire. The foal walks up to you, it must be at least a month or two old and even though it hasn't had any human interaction, that you know of a least, it willingly walks past its mother and straight to you. You watch the mare with a nervous gaze incase she decides to charge as you pet her foal though after a minute or so she seems to be comfortable with your presence and approaches you too.

"That's a good girl." You say moving from petting the foal to its mother. You quickly look her over taking note of a few scratches on her legs that are poking out under the dirt and debris that had gathered from running in the fields and forests. She's toned but a little slimmer than normal and from the brief interaction she seems like a fairly easy horse to tame.

You stop petting her so you can join John at the camp. She turns with her foal and trots off down the field. "What do you think of her?" John asks as you approach the, now-lit, fire. You sit down in the little camping chair that's opposite. "I'd say she's worth taming, she looks strong but she needs fattening up a little more, same with that foal too."

"I'll let Kayce know when we get back, no reception out here. You want a drink?" He says motioning to the bottle oh Whiskey in his hand. You nodded and stood up, rounded the fire and joined him on the laid-out blanket that he was sat on. "Hold on, are you even old enough to drink?"

You laugh. "Yes I'm old enough now hand it over old man."

You reach for the bottle but he pulls it just out of range. "Enough with the old man, say it again and I'll have to take you over my knee." His voice is low and laced with a tinge of anger.

"Don't threaten me with a good time Mr Dutton." You say testing the waters. John was a very handsome man, everyone could see that and eve though he was double your age, if not more you were still heavily attracted to him. The way his large hands flexed against the reigns, how his presence alone changed the atmosphere in a room and his voice, that damn deep voice that massaged your ear drums every time he spoke drove you mad. "I doubt you'd be able to teach me a lesson, I am quite the handful...old man." You speak the last two words barely above a whisper.

You see the fire ignite in Johns eyes, dropping the bottle of Whiskey he grabs your wrist and pulls you across his lap. Lifting a leg from under you he rests his thigh against your lower back keeping you pinned down with your ass in the air. Before you can protest John raises his hand and slaps his heavy palm against your clothed asscheek. The denim offered no cushioning whatsoever as his hand collided with your backside three more times until John paused.

A moan had slipped from your lips when his hand connected with the curve of your ass for the fourth time. "You getting off on this?" He asks but doesn't need you to reply, he already knows the answer from the way you're squirming under his thigh, trying to grind your pussy over his knee in an attempt to cum.

In one switch motion John moves so he is behind you. He's about to speak out a command until he sees your hands move underneath you. You undo your belt and unbutton your jeans and John takes it from there. He pulls the clothes past your ass and down your thighs until they rest at the backs of your knees then he quickly works to undo his own jeans. As he fumbles with the buckle of his belt he looks around making sure that no-one is nearby and frees his hard cock.

Giving it a few tugs for good measure John lines himself up with your pussy and starts to slowly push in, relishing the way your cum coats his head and lubricates the shaft as he pushes deep inside until fully sheathed. "Fuck John, so good." You mumble. It had been months since you'd last got your leg over someone. Things had gotten a little hot and heavy in the bunkhouse with Ryan but that was quickly shut down when Lloyd and Rip entered drunk one night and you had to do a quick shuffle of shame to your own bunk.

But right now in this moment it didn't matter if you had fucked someone an hour prior, the way Johns cock filled your cunt was something that you'd never felt before. Your pussy felt like it was made just for him, it fit perfectly around his shaft as he pounded you into the blanket, his palm connecting with your bare ass every few seconds as he aimed to make both cheeks dark red.

Your walls squeeze around his cock as you cum. "That's it baby, cum for daddy." His voice is low but commanding as your thighs shake. After a few more thrusts John is pumping his seed deep inside of you, his thumbs dig into the deep red marks on your cheeks.

Coming down from your high you try to raise up from the blanket. "Fuck." You say in a whimpered tone. "I won't ever call you old man again." You rub at your ass cheeks and John laughs.

"At least you've learnt your lesson darlin'."

[kenziexoxoxo]

Valentines day for everyone I write for lord help me

Warnings: this is pure smut no real plot this is also gonna be a lot of words enjoy and happy valentines day 😉 @schumi-angel he's somewhere in here he's towards the middle 😭

John Dutton: John is a man of simple pleasures he isn't one for buying into the valentines day shit. So his gift to you is a day in bed with his head between your thighs. "Fuck daddy yes." You moaned your back arching off the bed as John's God send of a tongue worked you over for the umpteenth time that day. He looked up at you his face covered in your arousal kissing your thigh. "Happy valentines day Darlin'."

Lee Dutton: Lee's a passionate man he loves to make sure you know how much he fucking loves you. The day starts out with slow love making then throughout the day he follows you around the ranch like a lost puppy as John gave him the day off to spend with you. That night he takes you to some fancy ass restaurant. He wore a suit which was a rare site but it was like catnip to you. You're both lucky you made it back to the ranch before you pounced on his ass. "I think I need to wear a suit more often." He teased as you rode him nails scratching down his chest the bed creaking under you two. You gave him a look which made him chuckle before he buried his face in your tits.

Ryan: He had no idea what to do for you. He wanted your first valentines day to be special so he asked your father John what the fuck he should which John just smacked him in the back of the head and said "she's your woman figure it out yourself boy." So he took ya for a long horse back ride through the fields even though there was snow on the ground and you froze your tits off. Once you got back you both decided to 'warm up'. A loud banging was heard on her door as her father's voice drifted through the door. "Ryan for fucks sake do not get her pregnant."

Jaime Dutton: Jamie was working on his campaign on valentines day which pissed you off so what'd you do you went to his campaign office in a trench coat with nothing on underneath. You walked past Christina glaring her down as you walked towards Jamie's office opening the door even though Christina was saying he was busy. Jamie looked up seeing you come in he smiled you lock the door and un tied the trench coat letting it fall to the floor. "Now you can keep working or take me home and fuck me senseless." She said hands on her hips. Jamie's jaw dropped let's say he broke the speed limit to get you home.

Kayce Dutton: Kayce hated valentines day thinking it was a waste of time he loved you and showed you every day so he treated it like any other day which made you a little sad his father John had noticed and smacked some sense into Kayce a hard smack to the back of the head does wonders. You were sitting in yours and Kayce's room when he came in tail tucked between his legs. "Listen baby I'm sorry it's just another day to me." He said getting down on his knees as he pushed up your skirt he had many a ways to make it up to you most of it had to do with his face between your thighs.

Anthony Bridgerton: Anthony the dirty basatrd has the day planned out start to finish there's only one thing he wants and it's you naked in bed. He definitely got his way. You woke up to the feeling of someone sucking on your clit you had told Anthony he could wake you up like this as it was fun. You opened your eyes lifting the sheet and blankets to see Anthony's face buried deep between your thighs eating like a stared man. Hearing the blankets move he looked up mumbling a 'good my love happy valentines day.' Against your clit before going back to work.

Benedict Bridgerton: Benedict wasn't sure what he wanted to do but then an idea struck him. Painting you in the nude. He barely out the outline done on his canvas as you decided to tease him slipping your fingers between your thighs and playing with your clit making your back arching off the chaise lounge he had you laying on. The painting was very much forgotten very fast as your moans graced his ears.

Sebastian Vettel: Sebastian was in another country for valentines day as he had a meeting with his team but he made it up to you when he got home he barely made it through the door before bending you over the back of the couch and slamming into you.

Ayrton Senna: Ayrton being Brazilian was an amazing lover both in and out of the sheets. He had taken you to a small island so to not be disturbed as he worshiped your body. He mapped out your body with his tongue having you a moaning mess in seconds.

Alain Prost: Alain decided to get a nice bottle of wine and take you out to the French countryside. In a little cottage he got a couple years ago as a way to hide from the crazy fans. You two got into the bottle of wine and not a spot in that little cottage was not used as a spot to fuck the kitchen counter, the stairs, the bed, the bathroom, the living room there was not a spot that didn't see your naked sweaty bodies.

James Hunt: James oh boy James was excited any day he could spoil you extra without people giving him dirty looks he fucking loved. Today was no different he spoiled you beyond belief. The day ended in your favorite way on all fours with James pounding into you like a feral animal cigarette in his mouth as he fucked you.

Niki Lauda: After Niki's accident he'd become self conscious and hadn't really wanted to be intimate. You were dying to have your husband again. He got back from a meeting with Ferrari and you were waiting for him in a little lace set. He felt a tent form in his pants immediately. You got down on your knees unzipping his pants. "Baby I-" He cut himself off as he moaned from your mouth wrapping around him forgetting about everything else besides fucking you again.

Daniel Riccardo: Danny Ric loves a good laugh so he spends most of his day making you laugh and smile before he has you begging you to cum. "Please Danny please I've been a good girl." You moaned your ass in the air as he ploughed into you from behind. He smirked smacking your ass. "Yes you have but hold on a little longer." He said his thick long Australian fingers coming in contact eith your clit.

Kimi Raikkonen: Kimi although called the ice man is a man who loves and worships his girl. He is not one for holidays though so he treats it as any other day till that night where he'll take melted chocolate and drizzle it over your body licking you clean.

Toto Wolff: Toto is a man who loves to spend money epically on his woman. It's start out small a little gift in the morning and just get bugger and bigger till he probably bought whatever car you wanted and is now fucking you in said car. "Toto yesssss." You moaned as sat in the passenger seat in Toto's lap riding him. The car shaking ad his face was buried in your tits.

Mika Hakkinen: Mika being Finnish isn't one for showing a lot of emotion or talking a lot not unless it's you then he'll talk your ear off. He made sure the day was special his gift to you was finally agreeing to having a baby. "Yeah you want my babies don't you." He growled in your ear as he pounded into you.

Jenson Button: JB loves valentines day and goes all the way out there and I mean out there. Chocolates, flowers, jewelry you name it he gets it. His favorite thing is to fuck you with the new jewelry he bought you watching it shine in the light as he pounded into you.

Lance Stroll: Being a billionaire has its perks one of them is home being able to spoil you rotten whenever the fuck he wants and epically on valentines day. He bought you a new remote controlled vibrator and decides to use it during you fancy Italian dinner in Italy as he flew you guys out for the day. He turned up the the intensity making you squirm and roll your lips together as the vibrations got worse and worse trying to keep your body still as you looked right into hisneyes as you came.

Nico Rosberg: Nico took you to Monaco where he wined and dined you all night and made you feel like the most special woman in the world. The night carried on back at his place as he fucked you against the huge window that over looked the street people below having no idea you were getting railed. "You like this don't you having the chance someone will look up and see you getting fucked yeah you're so wet."

Oscar Piastri: Although he is a quiet man he sure does love to show you how mich he loves you and today is no different he decides to spend his day in between your thighs. "Are *moan* you gonna do this all day?" You asked while arching your back off the bed. Oscar only nodded continuing his work.

Lando Norris: Lando had a full day of being in bed having you in every position he can. He had you in the snail position going as fast as he can his curls a mess all over his forehead. He growled as he came deep inside you. "I hope you end up pregnant." He whispered in your ear before flipping you for doggy style.

Mark Webber: Mark wanted to spend the whole day between your thighs that's what he wanted for valentines day giving you aussie kisses 😉. He was merciless going at it for hours barely letting you calm down before he started up again the perfect gift for him.

Franco Colapinto: Franco was something else he woke you up giving you mate. The day went on and he gave you little gifts all day long. Till that night when he gave you the best gift he proposed so the night ended with you two tangled in your shared sheets him slamming his hips against yours making the most lewd noises he could knowing how much you love when he's vocal.

François Cevert: The Frenchman is a bit of a master of valentines day. The day starts with your favorite flowers and candies before he treats you to an amazing breakfast on bed which turns into slow love making as he whispers praises in your ear. As the day goes on he loves up on you a lot saying he just wants you to feel special on valentines day. Then once the sun sets he has you pinned down in bed the French doors open to let in a nice breeze from the south of France air as he slams his hips into yours in the most delicious way.

Lewis Hamilton: Lewis loves to leave hickies so that's how your day is spent him aucking your skin till it was deep purple pretty much with his marks he even hickied a LH44 down your spine as his hands kneeded your ass.

Carlos Sainz: *smooth operator plays softly in the background* Carlos made sure the day was extra special with pancakes in bed beautiful red roses and slow love making. Smooth operator played in the background as he timed his thrusts with the music. "Feel so good mi amor."

Charles Leclerc: Charles spent most of the day trying to make it perfect for you but like Ferrari's strategy it went out the window. So you two opted to just stay inside and enjoy each other and then welcomed your first child together that November.

Michael Schumacher: Michael was excited for valentines day with you this year why you ask cause he had the whole day planned for you two. He had bought you a matching set in red having you parade around the house in only that all day long before ripping it off you and fucking you dumb. "Yesss daddy right there." You said withering under Michael as he pounded into you he felt himself get harder when you called him daddy.

Jack Doohan: Jack was never much of a romantic never really having been in a relationship besides his ex gf but that was toxic relationship so nothing he did for valentines day was right so he went all out for you hoping he'd get at least one thing right. But your favorite gift was having him all to yourself for a day and getting to cuddle and then fuck till your little hearts content.

Fernando Alonso: Fernando was definitely a Spanish lover through and through your day was filled with sweet love making and amazing food. His favorite putting chocolate on your body and little cut up strawberries so he could lick and eat them off you.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs: Gibbs is very old fashioned so he bought you red roses and chocolates you two soent the evening in his basement building his boat. Since he had to work that day as always but he made sure he took a lunch break to have lunch with you. And once you both got more and more frisky he fucked you up against the boat.

Tim McGee: Tim wrote you a love letter and left it for you as he had to work. But once he got home his attention was all on you and making you feel good. His long fingers working you over time and time again till you were a blabbering mess.

Dwayne Pride: Dwayne kinda sucked at valentines day but he was trying just for you. He woke you up by covering you in kisses. He kissed every inch of your body like he was trying to mark it to memory so he could never forget you it lead to his face being buried between your thighs for hours.

Kevin Costner: Yours and Kevin's valentines day was spent with you in labor and giving birth to your first child and his 8th. You had started to lactate and while the baby was sleeping you became engorged and he decided to help you out. "Fuck thank you." You moaned as his lips sucked helping relieve some of the pressure in your tits his hips rutted against the bed as he tasted your milk.

Glen Powell: Glen loved to cook so he made you breakfast in bed before taking and making slow and sweet love to you before having to go to set to film.

Ian Bohen: Ian was in the middle of filming the next season of Yellowstone so you two had a little phone sex date instead of seeing each other rin person both finishing together over FaceTime.

Wes Bentley: Wes was a passionate man and loved to fuck you hard and slow epically on valentines day. He soent the day worshipping your body in every way he physically could.

Mike Dodds: Mike had to work most of the day so he didn't get home till late but he was in his dress blues which you loved and almost pounced on him as he walked into the house he handcuffed you as he pounded into you like a mad man.

Silco: Silco was not one for holidays that included valentines day he could careless but he will say he does love the fact that your wore something skimpy that day he watched you all day in a short little skirt and crop top wanting to just bend you over and fuck you so that's what he did he locked his office door and you were bent over having his cock shoved in you in seconds.

[moonlight-joy]

Family Ties

Fandom: Yellowstone

Request: @little-pink-demon00 - A fic where Reader is Lee’s daughter but was adopted and raised by John and Evelyn (because Lee had her when he was young). And one day Jamie or Beth get pissed and spill the secret of who reader’s birth parents are. Angst happens, and ends with Kayce or John comforting reader.

Pairing: None

The Yellowstone Ranch kitchen still felt suffocating, the echo of Beth’s words ringing in the silence long after she stormed out. The weight of her revelation pressed down like a vice, your chest tightening with each passing second. John’s presence, usually so steady and commanding, felt different now. He looked tired, older somehow, as he sat across from you at the kitchen table.

The silence stretched on until you couldn’t bear it anymore. “Why?” The single word slipped from your lips, trembling and raw. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why let me live a lie?”

John leaned back in his chair, his broad shoulders sagging as he ran a hand through his graying hair. “Because we weren’t trying to hide the truth from you—we were trying to protect you from it.”

“Protect me from what?” Your voice rose, anger and confusion mixing with the ache in your chest. “From knowing where I came from? From knowing my father—Lee—didn’t want me?”

John’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with the kind of steel that only a man like him could muster. “Lee wanted you,” he said firmly. “Don’t you ever think otherwise. He loved you, but he was young—barely more than a boy himself. He was scared, and he didn’t know how to raise a child. So Evelyn and I stepped in.”

You blinked back tears, the weight of his words sinking in. “And my mother? What about her?”

John’s expression darkened. “She wasn’t ready either. She left Montana not long after you were born. Never looked back.”

The words stung, cutting deep even though you’d never known the woman. “So you just… decided to take me in? Pretend like I was yours?”

“We didn’t pretend,” John said, his voice softening. “You are mine. From the moment you came into this house, you were my daughter. I don’t give a damn what blood says. I raised you. I taught you how to ride, how to stand your ground, how to fight for what you believe in. You’re as much a Dutton as any of us.”

His words stirred something inside you—a flicker of the love and security you’d always felt in this family. But the confusion and hurt still loomed large, threatening to swallow you whole. “Does Kayce know?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Does everyone else know who I really am?”

John hesitated, and in that brief pause, you got your answer. “Beth and Jamie know,” he admitted. “Kayce doesn’t. And Lee—he wanted to tell you, but before he could…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken truth hanging heavy in the air.

Before Lee died.

Hours later, you found yourself sitting by the firepit outside, the vast Montana night stretching endlessly above you. The stars were so bright they almost didn’t seem real, but even their beauty couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside. The truth felt like a wound that wouldn’t stop bleeding, each new thought reopening it.

Footsteps crunched softly on the gravel behind you, and Kayce appeared, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering firelight. He carried two steaming mugs, offering one to you as he settled into the chair beside you.

“You look like you could use this,” he said, his voice low.

You took the mug gratefully, the warmth seeping into your hands. “Dad told you?” you asked, not looking at him.

“Yeah,” Kayce said simply. He leaned back in his chair, staring into the flames. “He told me everything.”

The silence between you was heavy but not uncomfortable. It felt like Kayce was giving you the space to speak first, to sort through your tangled thoughts. Finally, you broke the silence.

“It’s like everything I thought I knew about myself… isn’t real anymore,” you said, your voice shaking. “I thought I was John and Evelyn’s daughter. I thought I belonged.”

Kayce turned to you, his expression soft but resolute. “You do belong. Nothing’s changed that.”

“How can you say that?” you asked, your voice breaking. “I’m not even really a Dutton. I’m just some mistake Lee made when he was a teenager.”

“Don’t say that,” Kayce said sharply, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “You’re not a mistake. You’re family. You’ve always been family. Blood doesn’t make a Dutton—it’s loyalty, and heart, and standing with the people you love no matter what. That’s who you are.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you quickly wiped them away, but Kayce wasn’t done.

“Do you know what Dad said when Tate was born?” he asked, his voice softening again. “He said being a father isn’t about who shares your blood. It’s about who shows up, who stays, who fights for you when it matters. And he’s shown up for you every day of your life. We all have.”

His words wrapped around the ache in your chest, soothing it like a balm. “I just… I don’t know how to feel,” you admitted. “I’m angry, and sad, and confused all at the same time.”

“That’s okay,” Kayce said. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight. But don’t let what Beth said make you doubt who you are or where you stand. You’re one of us. Always have been, always will be.”

For a while, the two of you sat in silence, the crackle of the fire filling the space between you. Then Kayce spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Lee would’ve been proud of you, you know.”

You turned to him, your heart tightening. “You think so?”

Kayce nodded. “I know so. He might’ve been young, but he loved you. And if he could see you now—the way you carry yourself, the way you fight for this ranch and this family—he’d be proud as hell.”

The tears you’d been holding back spilled over, but this time, you didn’t wipe them away. Kayce stayed beside you, his quiet presence steady and comforting. For the first time that day, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

Later, back in the house, John found you sitting at the kitchen table, the same spot where he’d told you the truth. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat down across from you and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“I know today was hard,” he said finally, his voice low and steady. “But I want you to know something.”

You looked at him, waiting.

“You’re my daughter,” John said, his eyes locking onto yours with a fierce intensity. “I don’t care what Beth or anyone else says. I’ve loved you like my own since the day you were born, and nothing’s ever going to change that.”

The emotion in his voice broke something loose in you, and you leaned forward, resting your head in your hands as tears spilled freely. John reached across the table, his large, calloused hand covering yours.

“Family isn’t about blood,” he said softly. “It’s about showing up. And no matter what happens, I’ll always show up for you.”

In that moment, with John’s hand steady on yours and Kayce’s words still echoing in your mind, you realized that while the truth had shaken you, it hadn’t broken you. This was your family—messy, complicated, and flawed—but yours. And that would never change.

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his little girl - yellowstone boys

how the yellowstone (+ 1923) boys react to you having their daughter

i think i might make this a series if y'all are interested. i think it'd be cute! i'll do kayce (obvs), rip (ofc), ryan (what a man), lee (we didn't get enough of him), jimmy (i haven't seen a single thing on here for him, not that there isn't but still), and spencer (he's iconic)!!

lmk if you want anything in particular for any or all of these guys! i think it could be fun :)

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kayce dutton:

when you first got pregnant, you were so certain it was going to be a little boy, and that's what you told kayce. he smiled over at you, hand on your stomach as he shook his head.

"and why's that, baby?" he wondered.

"he's been kicking like a boy, and i've got the skin to show it's a boy. i've always imagined that i'd be a boy mom," you answered with a shrug, leaning into his embrace comfortably. "and we've already got tate. i think it'll be another boy."

and he'd been alright with that. he let you have your dreams of what to name him and how you'd have him and tate match in little cowboy outfits. you even omitted the gender reveal in favor of it being a surprise, but also because you were so certain it was a boy.

but, when that little girl came out, you both were in instant happy tears.

kayce held her first due to some complications during birth, and he suddenly remembered the joy that came with being a father. as he stared down at his baby girl with eyes that matched his, he was flooded with a certain protectiveness that didn't come with tate. this was his little girl - nobody was going to mess with her.

to say she was spoiled by her daddy was an understatement. there wasn't a day that he didn't come home with a new handful of wildflowers, one for each of his girls, and sit on the floor having her explain all her little drawings to him. when tate would mess with her, teasing as a good older brother would, kayce would give him a stern shake of his head, holding her close to his chest as she sniffled.

"she ain't a boy, bud," he told him. "i know she's your sister and you wanna tease her, but you gotta treat her like a lady."

"i just wanna make her laugh," tate defended.

"find another way, okay pal? there's a million ways to make her laugh and only a few to make her cry. let's figure that out, alright?" he said, pulling the boy into his side for a hug. tate looked at his sister, thinking for a moment before making a funny face, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes as he pulled his mouth at a funny angle. she burst into a fit of giggles, kayce high-fiving him as she clambered out of his lap to go play with her older brother.

you had to be the one to teach her to rope and ride, ensuring she had the true makings of a cowgirl because kayce did not want that life for her. he hoped that she wouldn't ever end up with a cowboy. but, once she knew how to ride well enough, he'd take her on long rides with him and tate, explaining the beauties of montana to them both.

he first bought her a dress from a little boutique in town and a matching bow to go with it when she was five, beyond excited to dress her in it and take her out on a daddy daughter date. you took tate on a mommy son date that same night, smiling as you saw your husband and daughter eating ice cream through the store window as tate dragged you to the theater down the street.

kayce stayed protective, but supportive of what she wanted - except for when she started getting cutesy around the newest ranch hand rip had let stick around, a kid called carter. kayce nipped that one in the bud real fast.

he thrived as a father, it was his true calling, with both tate and your little girl. having both felt like his life had equalled out and he ensured they had a close bond as well. kayce isn't a girl dad or a boy dad, he's just a dad, and he loves it.

rip wheeler:

rip would never admit it, but whenever he imagined finding a girl, settling down, and starting a family, it was always filled with daughters. it was easy to assume that he'd want all boys - he was one of the most manly men montana had ever seen. but, with that, he felt a need to have girls to protect, to be strong for.

so when that first baby ended up a girl, he was silently ecstatic.

"baby, it's a girl," he mumbled to you, his smile the widest you'd seen it since your wedding day.

he was so supportive during labor, petting your hair out of your face as you squeezed his hand tightly. when your little girl finally started crying, he took her straight from the doctor and set her on your chest, one hand on your arm and the other on the baby's back.

he watched over the both of y'all carefully. it was obvious to everyone that you were his number one priorities, and if anyone so much as mentioned your names with the wrong tone he was ready to fight.

rip started taking her out on rides as soon as she was able to be strapped to his chest and sit on a horse without crying, which was actually awfully early. you told him it was only because she was his daughter that he was able to do this, but they both loved it. she was an expert rider by the time she was eight years old, and a good roper too.

you had two twin girls after her, both absolutely adored by rip and their older sister. you were able to go on family rides at that point, you and rip with each one of the littles in front of you and your oldest perched behind rip with wide wondering eyes.

"daddy, an eagle!" she cheered, pointing over his shoulder at a bald eagle flying over the trees.

"good eye, baby," rip said, smiling as he high-fived the little girl.

she quickly became his right hand man. even at four years old, she was grabbing him a banana for breakfast before he headed out the door or helping him clean his boots. the older she got, the more responsibility she got, which was fine by her. she was strong and determined and a total daddy's girl.

until she became a brother's girl.

carter showed up when she was seven and she fell in love with him quickly. he was sweet with her, carrying her on his back out to the barn as she helped him shovel stalls the best she could.

rip didn't know how to feel about it until you finally approached him about adopting carter.

"it wouldn't be anything official since neither of y'all have any documentation or anything," you told him, fiddling with your fingers. "but, that boy needs a home. and rip, i really love him, and so does she, and so do you. we've got one extra room and a place at the table. i want him here. you've seen him with our baby girl, he wants to be a part of this family too. please, rip."

and so that was that. after you sat the boy down and told him, he became even more dependable. he was an avid protector of your daughter and rip actually began smiling at the sight of the two of them walking around the ranch.

rip didn't love carter the same way he loved his baby girl, he was always meant to be a girl dad, but he appreciated him nonetheless. the way he was with rip's daughters helped secure him in the little wheeler family, and rip was happy about it.

ryan:

ryan was in no way prepared to be a father. when you told him you were pregnant he about shat himself.

"but we used protection," he said, eyes wide as he paced the bunkhouse.

"well, quite obviously it didn't work," you said. you grabbed his arms. "ryan, hun, it'll be okay. okay? it'll all work out, we'll figure it out."

"i don't have anything for you. i can't do anything for you. i don't have a house for myself, i barely have my own truck, i make enough to live but i don't know how to provide for you," he stressed.

"we'll figure it out," you emphasized again, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

and you did. with how long ryan had been working on the yellowstone ranch and how close your family was to the duttons (how you'd met ryan, actually), john gave you space in the main house to take care of you new little girl - heavens knew there was enough room, he barely even noticed you were there. he, himself, was kind of obsessed with the idea of having another pseudo grandchild, and ryan was convinced that was the only reason he worked it all out for y'all.

ryan was a nervous father. he was uber careful, keeping constant eyes on the baby or whoever was holding her. ninety percent of the time, that person was himself. he barely even let colby hold her and he cursed out jimmy when he asked, saying how he wasn't about to let that dumbass, brain-injured, bronco-riding klutz of a rodeo star hold his precious baby girl and drop her on her head just like his parents had done to him, obviously.

everyone had a good laugh about that one.

your little girl wasn't around the horses or cows, or even a damn rope for so much of her life, but what she was around was poker. ryan had her in his lap as they played cards since she was a month old and not sleeping through the night. somehow, impeccably, she went down without a fuss after sitting through a few games of cards with her father and his friends.

when she got a bit older, he taught her all his favorite childhood card games, but she got bored of them. when you first walked in on him explaining poker to her, you about smacked him upside the head, but when you saw her smiling and figuring out the order of the cards you let it slide.

"she'll be cheatin' out the rest of us in no time," ryan said, running a hand over her hair as he smiled up at you.

"whatever you say, cowboy," you sighed, sitting next to her and picking at the chips he'd laid out for her.

for her tenth birthday, he threw her a poker party with the rest of the wranglers, the duttons, tate, and carter, with ibc rootbeers in a cooler to make her feel just as cool as the rest of them. it was the first time she'd played with anyone but her parents, and she was stoked.

she smoked their asses.

they were freaking flabbergasted, even ryan. he pressed a kiss to her head, laughing as he congratulated her. "that's my kid, everybody."

lee dutton:

lee never wanted kids.

he knew it, you knew it, john knew it, hell, the whole family knew it. it was never in his plan.

but, you also weren't in his plan. he'd had a perfectly organized idea of being the forever bachelor of the yellowstone, hitting up bars for quick girls when he wanted a makeout or one night stand or whatever, and then returning to life on the ranch.

well, you showed up, a horse trainer from the sixes, travis wheatley's little sister, and he fell in love so fast he almost tripped over his feet. he rushed into dating you, proposing, and marrying you but no one in montana had any complaints, except for maybe your father, but he was in texas so it didn't matter in the long run. and he also, accidentally, rushed into getting you pregnant, which was not the goal at all.

"i know, and i'm sorry, but i'm keeping it, baby," you'd told him the night he found the test. you held his face in your hands, brows furrowed. "i want this. i hope you can understand that."

"i never wanted kids," he told you, shaking his head and breathing out a deep sigh. "but, uh, with you? with you, i'm not so opposed." he looked up at you, mustering a small, almost scared smile. "hell, we're already here, ain't we? let's fuckin do this thing, baby."

"language, lee," you laughed.

his mind was blown when you gave birth, absolutely scared and amazed out of his mind when the nurse handed over this perfect, slightly messy, bundle of pink blankets screaming bloody murder to him as they cleaned you up.

"holy shit," he muttered, staring down at his daughter with wide eyes.

"language, lee," you groaned, sitting up and reaching out for the baby. he handed her to you immediately, watching the both of you carefully.

his world changed that day.

as soon as you were ready to let her out of the house, he took her everywhere with him, and he was not ashamed about it. the strap-on baby carrier was his best friend as he walked around the house, grabbing her nursing bottles before heading out to the barn. john laughed when he saw him the first time.

"and what the hell are you doing? you can't cowboy with a baby, lee," he told his eldest.

"watch me," was his answer.

you didn't know he was doing all this, only being told that he'd take her out while you got some rest or did whatever you needed to get done. it was nice to have little breaks throughout the day, but you worried if she was hungry. well, until you saw the little bottle holster he'd made himself that he kept strapped to his side.

you almost thought it was ridiculous, but it was the best possible outcome you could've hoped for, so you let him take her out every few days.

that girl was practically a cowboy by the time she was five years old. she knew all the terms, had her own boots, was dressed in the same wranglers and carhartts as her dad and grandpa, and always was begging for a horse. she wasn't allowed quite yet, but lee promised her she'd get one eventually.

he took her out hunting with him basically her whole life, teaching her the sacredness and also the practicality of it. she became obsessed with guns when she was eight, something you became especially worried about. you made him put extra locks on each case and then on the safe, the fear of her getting into them eating you alive. she complained about not being able to get a tag until she was twelve, but you thanked the state for it.

lee, of course, found a workaround where she began shooting bucks as big as the bed of his truck when she was only ten because it was on the dutton property - who was going to know? if she could love him anymore than she already did, she definitely did after that.

you kept it to the one kid, knowing she was all lee could really handle. and you were both happy to have her be the center of your worlds. and as much as some traditional montanans might argue that dutton ranch's succession should be male, anyone who met your daughter knew that that little ten year old was as much a cowboy as anyone on the ranch, following in the large footsteps of her grandpa and father with exactness.

jimmy:

jimmy was ecstatic when he learned you were pregnant, as nervous as it made him too. everything in his life was starting to work out; he'd figured out his dream job - to be a horse trainer, he had a good job, y'all had just gotten married, and he bought his first house right by the sixes.

"this is perfect," he told you, kissing your forehead as he smile widely. "everything is so perfect now, darlin'."

when you learned it was a girl that day at the doctor's office, he was even more ecstatic.

"our little cowgirl," you told him as he pulled you into his side.

"our little cowgirl," he nodded, a certain proud smile on his lips as he thought about what it'd be like raising a little cowgirl as a real cowboy now himself.

now that he had money, and good money too, he let himself go out and buy the baby all sorts of things, from cow printed blankets to little stuffed horses. you laughed when he came home one day with tiny little baby boots.

he put them on her as soon as she'd grown enough to give him the chance. he held her hands as he walked her around the room, the small girl bouncing a bit as she situated in her boots.

"i know they're kinda funny, hun," he hummed to her as she walked with him. "but, they're actually the best sort of shoe. you're gonna love 'em."

his favorite part of the day had always been coming home to you, but it was even better now that he had two people to come home to. and she loved her daddy, babbling with that big baby smile as she crawled to him. he'd always scoop her up into his arms and give her a big kiss on the cheek before walking through the rest of the house to find you.

he told her stories about the yellowstone ranch when he tucked her into bed, her favorite black and white spotted stuffed horse in her arms as she gazed up at him with a smile and big hazel eyes that mirrored his own.

when she got older, you started bringing her down to the arena to show her what exactly her daddy did. at that point, he was on travis' main team of show horse trainers, and he was happy to show off for his wife and little girl. she was always excited to watch him, hanging off the fence with a wide grin as you stood behind her, waving at your husband just as travis yelled at him to get back to work. it was the first time jimmy had ever really talked back to him, yelling not to curse when his daughter was around. travis never did it again and began to show off for the eight year old when she was around too.

she was spunky, way spunkier than jimmy was ready for and sassier than he ever had been. "she gets this from you."

when she went to travis asking for her own horse and better lessons, her brows raised and arms crossed over her chest, jimmy nearly had a heart attack. he dismounted his horse, crossing to his daughter but not making it before travis responded.

"what do i get if i do? horses aren't free, you know."

"a new trainer," she answered, nodding at him firmly. "i've seen y'all do this my whole life. i've rode my whole life. just gimme a shot."

at the ripe age of ten, she'd managed to convince travis wheaton to give her a horse, let her dad teach her, and the opportunity to stay on as she trained. travis laughed when he passed jimmy, shaking his head. "i hate to break it to you, but she ain't your kid, jimmy."

jimmy breathed a sigh of relief before he pulled her up onto his horse, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

"you've really got to talk to me about things like that before you just do it," he said. "that's my boss, you know that?"

"he ain't my boss," she laughed, kissing her dad on the cheek.

spencer dutton:

spencer had always wanted kids. and ever since he met you he knew he wanted to have them with you. but, life as a hunter in africa was dangerous enough as it is that you both agreed to wait.

life had other plans.

well, you weren't exactly careful, for one, and for two birth control was iffy, so you should've seen it coming sooner or later. it probably should've been later, but what the hell.

he decided that was the right time to quit being a predator hunter then and did what he could to get you both back to montana, hopefully before you popped. you didn't argue - you wanted to be home when you had your baby too. he took excellent care of you on each ship, each town, and on the train west, ensuring you always had water and foods that didn't make you want to throw up, being a constant pillow for when your body decided it needed a nap, and paying for the most comfortable accommodations the different vessels had.

you didn't know the gender of the baby until after you had her. you were exhausted, but spencer had been right by your side the whole way through, smoothing your hair back and cooling you down with a wet cloth as cara coached you through it.

the look on his face when cara exclaimed it was a girl was one you would never forget; a mixture between love, adoration, and excitement, and fear, protectiveness, and anxiety.

he coddled that baby girl. every night, he spent hours cooing to her as he rocked in the rocking chair his father had built when he was just a baby. he told her stories about cowboying and africa, sang her lullabies cara used to sing to him, and never missed an opportunity to kiss her sweet chubby cheeks.

"you're so good with her," you mumbled to him one night as you sat on his lap in the chair, head tucked into his neck as he held you in one arm and the baby in the other. "how do you do it?"

"i don't know," he whispered, glancing at you with a gentle smile before you both returned your gazes to your daughter. "loving her comes as easily to me as loving you. it's as natural as anything i've ever felt."

"so it's just instinct that helps you calm her in any situation?" you asked.

"well, i can't calm her in every situation," he said with a quiet chuckle. "you've got the only solution sometimes. but, yeah. i guess in other ways it is."

then things got worse with whitfield and the ranch. she was older then, about six, and spencer made sure she knew to never go anywhere alone, to scream for help if she ever saw anyone she didn't know on the ranch (because she knew and adored literally every cowboy working for jacob), and to run. fast.

and she was fast. like, surprisingly fast. she took great pleasure in challenging spencer and jack and jacob to races. spencer and jack always pretended to let her win, and so did jacob, but after he got shot she actually did start to win. when he was told to walk around to get better, she thought she would be encouraging by walking right by his side a little faster than he was able to. it did actually get him moving quicker, but cara was constantly rolling her eyes as she did it.

when she got older, of course spencer taught her how to shoot and hunt.

"this is what daddy did before you were born, princess," he told her as he helped her line up the sight to the target.

"kill things?" she asked, raising her brows. you laughed as you sat to the side, watching in amusement.

he cleared his throat, his brows furrowing a bit. "well, i mean, yes, but i was protecting people from animals that wanted to hurt them. and other times getting food for the family."

"so, do i have to get food for the family now?" she asked, looking down at the gun. he laughed.

"you don't have to, no," he reassured. "i just wanted to show you. it's something i love to do, and something to protect you. that's why mama knows."

"mama knows?"

"yes, i do, baby," you chimed in with a smile. "he showed me back when we were just teenagers. he's a lot better than me though, so you listen to him."

"can we shoot something real next time?" she asked, glancing back at spencer.

"maybe not next time, but when you get enough practice in then yeah," he answered.

"when is that?"

she had a lot of questions. and she always asked them. but, spencer was as even kiln as ever, so patient when he responded to her and made sure her curious little mind found the answers it needed.

but, whenever you thought of spencer as a father, there was always one night that came to mind. she was probably four and it was way past her bedtime. y'all had put her to sleep maybe ten times before she finally stayed in her room and you left to hopefully get some rest.

except spencer turned on the radio. you'd just gotten it the day before and were so excited about it and when he flicked it on, some slow, country tune was playing through it. he took you in his arms then, holding you close to his chest with his lips on your temple, swaying you both gentle along to the tune.

you were smiling the whole time, letting him twirl you once before bringing you in close again. only a few minutes into your impromptu slow dancing, your door was pushed open and in walked your toddler.

there was no shouting or frustrated demand for her to go back to sleep, even though that was very tempting given your last hundred tries to have her do just that. instead, spencer pressed a kiss to your head and twirled you out of his arms as he moved to scoop her up instead. he held her up with one arm, his other holding her hand as he spun slowly in circles.

"if i let you dance with mommy and me will you stay in bed?" he said, raising his brows as he met the eyes that matched his. she giggled, nodding as he kissed her cheek. "okay, then let's dance baby."

you leaned up against the bed frame, watching them with crossed arms and a smile as the music played through the small radio. he met your eyes and his smile grew, slowly spinning his way over to you. releasing your daughter's hand, he took yours instead and pulled you in close. his hand moved to your waist and soon you had your arms wrapped around him and your baby girl as he held her between you, swaying slowly.

as the song ended, he twirled you and then spun himself to earn a giggle from the toddler before setting her down and taking her small hand to give her a twirl as well.

your heart was so full in that moment. when he returned from tucking her in for the (hopefully) last time, you kissed him slowly, pulling away with a soft smile.

"you're a good dad, spencer," you told him. he shrugged, pulling you back in to hold you in a gentle embrace.

"you're a good mom. you make it easy for me."

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